http://slow.writerscafe.org/JediMaster9780 The original writings of author Anthony Thomas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021607 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your sleight of handUnveils a mystery that ICannot unravelShrouded by the hazel of your eyesI try to glimpse at what hidesBehind your elegant charmsYour champagne laughBubbles throughoutThe chasms of my mindAs I press my barren bodyAgainst yours I am overcomeWith the felicity of your flesh and soulA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1266084/ The spider lurkingSpies on his latest victimMy god, it is love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1205453/ I remember when we made loveUnderneath the pink moon. Our flesh moving as one.We lay naked staring atThe pink trees that nestled usFrom the darkness.Love seemed eternal.Love was a naïve dream.We both awoke and saw That the moon was yellowAnd the trees bare just as we.Sometimes I can still seeTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1034508/ I awoke from a dream within a dreamAnd I saw the naked land crying gray ashesBefore my eyes. The skies bled orange and yellowAnd the ground whispered in silent tragedy. The bleached bones of lives lived lay constructedInto monuments of shame and tears. I walked towards the setting sun withoutKnowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1034507/ Her naked fleshSings softly in the lightAs I watch from far away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1004488/ The boy looked into the garden.The roses, the roses had all died.Petals curled like gnarled toesAnd thorns weak like naïve dreams.“The roses,” he said, “the roses are gone”.His mother glanced towards death and told himThat everything would be fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/1004478/ The black sky flashesBright white with skinny fingersWhat are they holding? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/723024/     I am in the bathroom where Mickey Mouse died. Nobody has heard from him in weeks. Daffy thinks that he ran off to Wallawalla with Goofy. I can see his big fat shoes peering from under the stall door. I walked over and push the door and moaned like a dissatisfied lover. There is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/723023/ As I lay my head to restWhat world shall I awake to?One of hatred and despair?Or one of life and hope? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/723021/ They still dream about the farmsAnd the meadows full of ugly daisies.She remembers the first time that sheHad to butcher a chicken. They had good soup that night.He remembers the time during the Thunderstorm when he caughtHansel and Gretel f****n’In the hay. He chased their bare-assedSkeletons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/614371/ I wonder if she feels the same urges that I do.Does her heart flutter and her mind become crowded with a simple glace at each others eyes?Do I appear in her dreams like she does in  mine?Is she compelled to sin just like I am?I know that I cannot do this and neither can she.But is it even worth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/569357/ There she was aloneWaiting for me in her roomNaked young beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/569352/ Everyone is obsessed by deathDeath is cool exciting something nobody knows aboutUntil they are just another number in an ever growing listHow many will die in an hour?Who gets murdered, who dies in a terrorist bombing today?Killed by their mother? By their father?But how many will find love in the n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/569351/ Is every Right-Wing, Anti-Gay Christian Bigot sucking off Rent Boys?Muslims can’t watch a cartoon without calling for beheadings and jihadConservatives are afraid of f*****s, n*****s, spics, and fuckingLiberals are afraid of wordsWe’re all so afraid of pissing someone off or making them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/545474/ What do the gods dream of when they sleep?Do they have nightmares of men with sharp swords?Dreams of their lost hopes? Do we live out the dreams of the godsHere amongst the livingAnd finally they awake whenOur bodies are consumedBy maggots and worms? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/496948/ Ten o'clock I finally fixed the faucet It was dripping all f*****g night Drip. Drip. Drip. Gotta sleep. I'm falling into the sink. Heart is pounding like the bombs Nixon dropped on Cambodia Gonna mushroom cloud Gonna go the Hemi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/496945/ Wings on a butterflyTorn to tatters byGolden machine gun bullets Tears of a clown dried By weeping sunny girls. What are we gonna do when the well is finally dry?-Boss we all die with parched throats. Silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/496942/ Kill the f****rRaise the guns boy-o’sAim for his headHis heartI got his balls in my sightsWe can all take pride that we shot him deadBloods and bits of bone and flesh staining the concrete wallSome blood got on our crucifixesThat’s okay we ain’t gonna clean ‘e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/489312/ 14 men shot dead in the arid sands of West Texas.That's good for a hangin'.Whole town gathers beneath the GolgothaOf the West. First hangin' for some of the kids.87th for Mr. Stiches. Some boys up front watch in awe as their Western Christ is brought up on the stage.Father Father .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/484447/ Today we don’t recall our childhood until a big budget Hollywood movie is made about some book we all read as kids (or they remake a show we watched on PBS or Nickelodeon). They usually cast some big name star, an old fella that our parents know, and then they cast a young and sexy newcomer. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/475644/ Tracy always wanted to become the greatest poet of her generation after she read Plath and said to herself, “I can do better”. She read Dickinson aloud mockingly like a bully on a playground. “This is s**t,” she would say to her imaginary audience.She sits at her computer a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/460698/ In a backyard, down by the babbling brook notorious for never being able to keep a secret, the police dug up the bones of small children.“There must be dozens of bodies,” the police chief told the news in a letter written with his tears.The bones, brittle with age. The once naïv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/435315/ I was the first to claim you.You were my El Dorado.But even the novelty of aCity made entirely out of goldPasses by as I crumble the hopesAnd dreams that we once shared togetherThrough my fingers.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/435305/ There are two things that a poet should never do. Force a poem into existence. And think that you know what a poem is or is not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/432524/ I now own a copy of Finnegan’s Wake.It sits on my bookshelf between my copies ofThe Catcher in the Rye and Swann’s Way.I keep telling myself that I’ll read ProustEvery summer that comes on by. I don’t plan on reading The Wake.I’m just going to let it sit on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/430279/ By time I was 17I had given up writing love poemsAnd trying to win the hearts of youngGirls with lyrical beauty and sensitivityI realized that poetry doesn’t get you laid any moreUnless anyone here would like to prove me wrong.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/426577/ There is not much differenceBetween you and me.Strip us naked, put the lights on usAnd we are the same.Flaccid skin that hides our Fears, sorrows, and ecstasies.Less than impressive genitalsThat make the girls snicker in playful embarrassment. We are piss yellow skeletons sew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/409044/ My kitchen door was wide openThis morning. The cats just staredLike orphans into the yard.There was a note taped to myFridge. I sat down and read.I’m sorry for leaving the door open. I was in a hurry.It was cold last night and I needed some warmth.Your house seemed the happie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/394883/ Gnomey comes across one of his foes, The Badgering Badger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/392454/ It is Halloween but Gnomey doesn't want to go to the dance. What will get him to go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/392450/ Men in velvet plum suitsAnd chicken feather hatsTell me in Cleopatra voices That “Beethoven” is the MasterMy only problem is that theseGuys don’t know anythingPast theDUN DUN DA DUN  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/391037/ Someone confuses Gnomey, a gnome, for a badger. How can something like that happen? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/390492/ I sit in my room nakedOn my slanted computer chairStained with the causalities of myFailed romantic conquests.I put a song on and I let the electronicNotes caress my skin. I can hear my fatherOutside in the hallway. He presses his ear against My door. I hear his war machine breath.I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/388686/ It was sundown and I drove towards the black cloudsOn the southern horizon.I kept remembering what my grandmother told me last night.“And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him”.I passed a yellow skeleton dressed in w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/380422/ I think that I am in the bathroom where Mickey Mouse diedAnd there is a man in the stall next to me shouting, “My face is a fist!”Brown scabby tendrils crawl from the heater vents leaving a trail of acidic slime asThey inch down the wall. I smell burning rock. The fist-faced man is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/377809/ Sometimes when I am all aloneAnd certain that nobody is watching meI dance around my room to the soft pianoBallad playing in my dreams.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/363707/ I can't dance. I just have no rhythm at all.My c**k is not fat enough to choke your mouth.It is skinny. How do you feel about that?I'm watching some porn and I think that this isReally rape. But I'll jerk off anyway.I can never f**k women like these.But I love the women I do get to f**k... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/360513/ She stood in the bathtubAnd drew the curtain to a close."I have something to tell you," she said,"But you can't see my face when I tell you". I was full ofMystery. I took her forever to say.Her breath was heavy."I'm leaving you" I stared in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/360201/ It’s raining againI want to dance there unclothedLet it sting my flesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355852/ Bleeding and cryingThe soldier dies forgottenHis unborn all alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355850/ I saw you standingRain falling down your bodyCrying I leave you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355849/ I am a man in a boxA box made from wood, tears, and sweatSometimes it is carved from iceI am alone in my boxShut out from the sun and the moonI cannot hear any cries or screamsIt is serenity at very long lastSometimes my box has chainsAnd these chains not even I can break http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355848/ Today I walked down to a meadow and laid in the high grass gazing deep into the open sky. How tranquil it was to let my body drift into nature and let Her caress my body and my mind. It shames me that man can harm you so much when he asks so much from your womb. Please reject Him. He does not know h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355847/ Author's Note: I do warn you again that this story contains very explicit profane language and slurs. These words are not meant to offend anyone and they do not represent my own views. Furthermore no character in this work is any representation of myself. This work is called satire. Get it? The only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355846/ Tell me where were youWhen the revolutionary bulletsCame down on the pigs and the b******sDid you hide behind the lies?The flags burn and the bodies rotAs the tanks and tin men marchAlong the highwayKilling all they seeThe babies were the last to goAs the hot machine guns came down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355845/ I witnessed all the sufferings of manThe wars and genocideThe battles that turned the tideNever a time with out warHas the age of man witnessedYour gods have told you to killOr was it the priests who turned you into sheepHatred of your fellow man for petty differencesEnslavement of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355843/ I had an epiphany last night whilst drinking a provocative mojito,How do you make a mojito provocative?You put in too much rum and give it a snazzy French name like Simone.Anyway this great realization I had was about why I never drank in high school.My friends were never cool enough to scor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355676/ It's nights like these where you can really see the stars at night. You can see their light illuminate my naked chest as we kiss. Against a backdrop of silhouetted trees. We embrace as the wind chills our childhood innocence. "I love you," I say while pretending.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/355669/ IraqBusy market place around noonCar bomb explodesKilling hundredsMen, women, and childrenThe young and the old Thousands of miles awayAt the base of snowy Oriental mountainsOn the surface of a crystal lakeA lotus flower blossoms in the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/351280/ I will never be the best that I can be.I am not a real man. I am a skeleton with a few tufts of hair.I can’t even write good poems.My hands and dreams have fucked more women than I have seen.No one comes along and tells me that I have a c**k too big to swallowI drink alone and not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMaster9780/348628/