http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndrewGnosis The original writings of author Andrew Mcguinness en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051843 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  “I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow. Got the string around my finger. What a world, what a life, I'm in love”     Or at least she had been in love, one day, now so far in the past it seemed like a distant memory of a phantom but certainly n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361397/  you start out as nothing and end just the samewith short breath and closed lids butin the end those lids will have X's over themthe atoms will split in two and distribute like tracks through a stereounsure of their destiny but yearning for listening earsthis is a test of the emer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361378/  the church bells are sirens that signal Armageddonit turns out the world's hung by strings and the fibers are threadingthe bombs will explode and expose the secrets of our dark sidesthe choirs will debate for our redemption but their fighting with lies when the chords finall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361377/  what's left of conscience leaks between silk sheetsthen streams and grows deep to drown you in your sleepyou wake a ghost; still transparent like beforebut today's not the same. you aren't afraid anymoreeyes dilate like camera lenses zooming inlights, camera, action turns to click,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361376/  we fold like origami lungs passing air to our mouths and pushing words passed our lips that rip when they meet the oxygenthe metal yields, it divides. as our eyes rollthe windshield is falling fast through our hair, and teeth and dashboards are chatteringfingers folded in figure ei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361374/  I only put you in the dirt to see if you could growBut the bullets decomposed far before the earth had sown Still I watered you each and every day Not knowing I was too late until the wind too you awaySo now you rest in piecesPeace less in a world that never sleepsSo savor your l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361373/  The signs of squalor which breed such despair,Burn the lights beyond all repair.Like dreams that end yet never do start,Lest promise deliverance when from the mind they depart.The gray-eyed dawn brings front the new day,And pushes father night back farther from her way.With the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewGnosis/361372/