http://slow.writerscafe.org/MichaelSpencer The original writings of author Michael Kevin Spencer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997141 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a longitude to death, solar speedWhere light escapes time in full-tilt It's a quantum revolution to feel The holy robes of perennial mysticism A colossal awakening to silenceDuring the infamous decay  Of growing things, corrupted by desireThere .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1222603/ So what do you think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1186814/ http://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1163095/ April 10, 2013 The wind doth blow today, my loveAs if a twelvemonth of springWhereyou were a pocket in a dream The lily, the rose, the rose I lay As some dove-eyed pixie under five feetThegrass is greener, by your side The foggy dew wispy ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1157209/ some recent poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1154717/                            The brain is widerthan the starsWith the weight ofGod, pound for poundAnd children in herdepths  Thoughts l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1154115/                          Thou art my place of sundown Worship, when all is goneTo the songs of little brooks To the voices of the women I lovedWho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1154103/                       Life will admonish meAs she does, whenThe trees in the garden rain flowers Each to himself, must loveThe little things the do notRemain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1154095/                             Andon this altar is my heartDivine,with sacred love-liesA universe is my love Woeis me then, with rub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1153950/                                   A little ink more or less! 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