http://slow.writerscafe.org/txpoet73 The original writings of author James K. Blaylock en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968747 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Loving Wishes once our love was all that mattered,and we clung to one another, but timeseems to have stolen something fromus now. although, we can get it all backif both our hearts are willing and wanting lets claim our togethernesslets cast off nothingnesslets embrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/686635/ Beyond the Nonsense as the concrete fell all that could be uttered was -  regret nothing stood herein the way as ghost passed through one another - evaporate we welcome all those new visionsfor we've seen far past the nonsense - exacer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/588268/ Tears for a Million Years with her wings spread so very wideshe reached further than the sun, because all she had known of lovewas, in a sense jaded and askewed, she bled enough tears for a million lifetimesand now needed a new place to fold her wings... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/587114/ Rained Supreme born herein the breeze, upon a sweet hollow day,  the magic spelt its twirling on the wingsof fairies, as kisses rained supreme  8-5-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/586826/ Tiny Bubbles she saw the time slowly leak away,it felt like liquid-puddles-dreaming, but her visions were non-harming, nor non-enchanting,all she knew of yesterday, were the emblazoned bubbles, and those lit up the skies as tiny suns will,until they finally.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/585145/ Bullet the Blue Sky the tears fall like bulletsemptying warm chambers, and the breathlessness falls victimunto your carelessness - no athem what did the shadow whisper,I thought I heard one shiver 8-1-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/585141/ Moon to Ocean drinking from all the electric silencewhilest feeling vibes bust these hearts, and gazing into the stillness of cause and actionwinter kisses our chilled lips, like moon to ocean 8-1-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/585136/ Adorned by Life (Not Wanting to Miss a Moment) emblazoned on our tombstones shall hopefully bethe words 'well lived'. but thuthfully, no onehas ever done everything. 8-1-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/584908/ Loving the Lie (Hating the Outcome) why, are we all such fools for love, throwing every single good thinginto a pit filled with hungry lions? most often it's lustand nothing more, so Cupid's arrow rightfully plungesinto our warm hearts, but no one die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/584900/ Equilibrium  lift your low sights up fromthe torn and muddied puddles, rest not wthin the depths of sorrow's cold embrace,but instead, cast off the old skin of yesterdays tortures... 6-29-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/570132/ Stirring the Ashes (Night Vermin) I hope the creaturesout on the night streets offer you some form of solace,as the rest of us see wild vermin, and they have no care towards anythingfurther than their own greedy-wanting-guts... 6-24-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/567481/ Overwhelming the Doubts smile though your teethare gritting - into dust, and trying to laugh as if nothingwere harming your perfect realm, for its simply silly to overwhelmyour soul with every single doubting... 6-24-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/567451/ The Fire Extinguisher born of raised flamesthough kissed by cooling, this is the embracing of true caringwith its mighty abilities to extinguish... 6-24-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/567373/ The Mad Season stirring the wild stormswith our wooden spoons, and drinking down small samplesto see what taste the lest sereve... 6-24-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/567366/ Charms of Cometsspinning wildly with our thoughtslost deep therein the charms of comets,and shinning brightly are the well lit echoes - traversingwhile we bleed into the birthing of new destinations coming...6-16-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/564065/ Wall of Sour Sound within a wall full of noisenothing you said was heard, and you chose to remain alonefor no one came to your aid, but you should've swam throughall the sound of tired feedback; therefore resting notupon any sour notes... 6-8-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/560249/ The Art of Ventriloquism the pills they give usto mellow out our minds, have taken something from everyone,call it our free will or our imaginations or simply our willingness to becomeanything more than tied up puppets... 6-8-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/560238/ Last(ing) Memories saving all our sweet lovefor someone worthwhile, but perhaps, the one in front of usbe the people most worthy and we sadly, allow them to become yet another plain unused window... 6-8-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/560229/ Happiest of Hours whatever happens whilewe're busy blissfully dying, as we've lived our lives -- now all grownand clinging to embrace our happiest of hours; it's a testament to lack of regretsthat we leave early than late... 6-8-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/560227/ Suitable Surrogates upon the death of all we ever knew,we fondly think back, with longing appetites; as yesterday still offers a small twinkle - and our clingings are so blue,we embrace firmly, therein! though; we must have a living-breathing-surrogate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/558431/ Master and Servant greasing the rusty gearsof the tired old machines; we'd move along slowly, herein, our state of mass confusion - for so many yearsdisappearing never, but adding our blood, sweat and tears for their robotic means... 6-4-10 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/558416/ Narcolepsy lost within a realmof uncontrollable dreams, she was only here a moment so it seemsbut she took my all, everything, leaving nothing... 5-24-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/553675/ The Hopeful Lash kiss me, you mad fool, whileembracing me so much closer, as we'd fondly wish upon a hopeful lashand face down the pull of all the naysayers... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/551617/ New Age, Dead Century riding into the dense futureon the backs of cyber-waves, but what comes next as we've milked ever udderand stacked high the burdens and invisible graves... 5-20-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/551610/ Hungry for Difference feed me your silverand shimmery gold, but my need is too severeand monotony grows so cold... 5-20-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/551604/ Dead of Night (Ready Red Lips) in the pitch his lips glintedas the moon caught him captive, he'd ditch the bodies from which he'd just ingestednow swooning from his mastering as he ought -- such living... 5-20-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/551596/ Hum Herein Waiting by-passing the vivid rainbowbut coming straight from night, it's a lasting heed to mighty shadowingand we hum herein waiting for such sights... 5-20-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/551590/ Beyond the Grasp of Fear   within the shadows lurks allof the unseen things and they hide oh so well, with evil grins they thrillin the hunt and heartbeats...because every so often someonecomes wandering down the corridor and the mood's set for murder but there is light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/548524/ Touching the Veil  blessed are the vivid handsthat've touched the outer veil,  for they've gained such knowledge as the inner eyes have shown alltheir light upon the core of darkness somethings embrace tighter than loversand last longer than death's final kiss5-12-1.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/548521/ Absorption turning this new leaf oversoon we'd sadly discover, it's all caterpillar eaten... 5-6-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/545259/ Innerving with the razor-wire climbingall down our sour throats welose the once hopefulness, outright choking on blood, sweat and fearnow's the time to find some interveningbeyond all the birthed and born innerving 5-6-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/545254/ Everlasting Chant don't lead my horse to water,won't need to see me breath, something within the sun steals all the greedand somehow I can no longer seem to bleed, wallow herein pure abandon, whilst seeking the clasp of feedingswallow anything non-plastic, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/545238/ Green Turns Grey nature spun a green lush keeparound all that stood so strongly, then day by day we pushed it to truly weepand down came our unsung chances into folly... 5-2-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/543596/ The Spider's Lament we've gathered up our flamesfor all the lane spider's webbings, as being self-aware is our only known rescuingand glory rises on a shoe-string rope unto breathing... 5-2-10      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/543588/ Spin the Black Circle we missed your last smileas you sadly turned us away, though bliss was never cast within this pool, so wildand it's useless to forget a past that's burnt into staying... 5-2-10    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/543577/ Carried Away So Graciously gravy for the graveyardand gore for all our glimpsings, gone are the grey sky morning gatheringsbut gusts of wind carry the smell away, so graciously... 5-2-10      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/543567/ Evolution, Baby! let all the toiling chaoscome under crushing weight, now get the ball-a-rolling as we've lostsomething finer than sneering trust or hate... 5-2-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/543540/ Palpable and Justswirling within the test of timewe all but gain grey gathered dust,now winking towards the magic eye our mindsembrace the flames of something more palpable and just... 4-29-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/542424/ Spare No Pleasures the likelihood of pure sacramentisn't good within our abandonment, for the core is so shamed by bad characterand joy shalt not be spared, not even an hour... 4-25-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/540279/ Divide and Devour I've never known so muchof the widow at her window, 'cept she loves to do things by the hourand herein stands her mighty black powers... 4-25-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/540277/ Heartless Tinmen the pages surely spokeof those self make machines, with no oil for others, nor caringit's the age of dog choke God, sadly 4-25-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/540275/ The Years of Decay the young had their fun dayupon the blurry sun they'd play, as no magpies did swallow, nor follow,and the course was set, lest they forget... for no one wished here to stayas this were a bright grave of decay 4-25-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/540274/ Rocks, Papers... Collusions drawn to the rockas course of collusion, meanwhile, you'd pawn all the stocks,watching them crash into heated illusions... 4-25-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/540272/ The Pain of Motherhood so spirited by way of deathfor the lifeforce had traversed, tears were born of salty earthand empty breast soon distressed... 4-23-10  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539492/ The Sun Never Lies rise up crops of the earthawaken all the small seeds, seeing is believing, for the sunnever told a single breathing lie... and the grave of dirt only remainsa cold covering of shivering shelter 4-23-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539488/ Collecting the Underbelly seperating the dark from lightalthough washing neither away, the hands are still all bloody and rustedwhile the fingernails collect the underbelly... and the eyes blink so unaware of sleeplessnessas the mind tilts towards those timed to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539485/ Trading Legs for Wings whom among us has knownthe butterfly and his plight, as his morphing came with much toilingsbut he now knows of such soaring heights... 4-23-10   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539484/ Rusty Blood Drownings knee deep in this rust-hazy-blood,it's the thick of it, such drowning the war machine marches onward, all atop the shattered livesand still parading sheer white sad skulls, down shocked streets... 4-23-10    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539481/ Lastnights New Regret (Seeing Clearly) taking that last drinkwon't offer much relief for this haze fades in due timeand when the mirror stares back what is to then happen, but sure reflectingsas we're now mulling over lastnights new regrets...&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/539478/ A Call to the Burning don't go talking within my ears about those burnt out mysteries, because I've heard it call so clearall these learnt doubts and miseries... 4-21-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/txpoet73/538630/