http://slow.writerscafe.org/mitchellju The original writings of author Mitchell J.U. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bad boyDirty boyFilthy stinkin’ rotten.Bad girlDirty girl The Christ has not forgottenThine misdeeds… Misconducts! -“You should be ashamedYour mortal flesh is filthy.Give unto me your loyalty And I shall make you wealthy.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2113099/ Truth is in the momentsSwells up forward fleetingExists upon each rippleWhen wanting turns to needingTruth is in each momentYet only as you take itIn honest, lies abound each momentAnd truth is what you make it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2088917/ Here is to the lofty, burdened only by their desires. Floating on the very air they breathe for one another. Here is to the mothersTheir love for every childFatherless fathers charged with resurrection.The feedersThe breedersThe discussed and disgustingThe quickest sickness, sickening.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086672/ Better dead than livin'.Better got than given. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086369/ I was born in 1867. The daughter of farming family. House of twelve. I enlisted at the age of 15 to go fight those lousy jerks that said and did mean things.I went on a forty year fishing trip where all I brought back was a boot with no laces. I tried to climb a tree once but then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086363/ A couple. Some. A few. Several. Quite a few. Lots. Tons. More than you can shake a stick at. Everyone and their mother. Is it just me or is it getting crowded in here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086361/ When constructing degradation:Use bones for it's foundation.For pillars, manipulationAnd walls for secrecy.To build a 'perfect' nation:Religious masterbationPhilosophical ejaculationOn the face of dignity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086359/ 28 years ago... The future was yesterday.Loosen up, man. It's the 90's. Eat some pizza, play some Super Metroid.The 'Gulf War' was more like a skirmish. Right guys?Somewhere, a woman boards her flight with a metal nail file.Fear was where it belonged.Far away from us. Sure, there are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086357/ The hottest app game this winter:Sniperfall.With all new qwerty opted graphic nominators. Elect proper punishments on the communist court colonial nudes.Win back your lover's spleen in a poker game!Save the worldand your game!On the new snapple shroud storage system.Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086355/ Cascades from where I stand:Infinitesimal, infinitesimally infant.Standing waterfalls.Still, rushing, rivers. Stagnant universal.Remote and expanding forward.Existing in a series of past tenses.Revolving where I stand.Do you feel the changes?Realizations and revelation?Revelling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086352/ A gate of agate.Again aging to ageless.Agape, a gap, agoraphobics.Apart of a part. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086351/ You can never be prepared for everything in life but you can expect life to continue moving on... regardless if you are ready or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086349/ A short breath, a long breath.And those in betweenThe first breath And the last breath.From oblivion.To oblivion.Observe and admire this one breath,So sweet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086346/ ____The Deadly Night Visitor____ Vernom, the City of Fire. Shortly after the Third Age, in the wake of slaughter by the hands of gods, demigods, and men; Vernom was constructed out of the rubble of a much older city, an ancient city whose name none but scholars bothered keep in memoriam. A demigod b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086186/ _____The Journey Begins_____ Auron was already down in the banquet hall. Packed and ready to go. If one did not know him better they would think his readiness expressed some sort of anxious behavior. Auron was a man always ready, though, ever poised for an exit. He had seated himself at the children.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086185/ _____The Legend Awakens_____         Kimbal the Bruise was a b*****d of a boy. On the brink of his awakening into manhood one would surely take pity and forgive the young buck for his shortcomings. That seemed to never be the case for Kimbal, though. He looked to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086184/ _____The Curse_____ Sadness can become the deepest of emotions. Irvon had somehow gone beyond sadness, though. He reached its bottom, on the breach of madness. Irvon reached the bottom and somehow found the courage to break through that sheet of ice and into the cold abyss that lie beyond. Hope onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086182/ a“Vessels and Livings ones stand familiar:Its sole purpose to containTo holdTo be filled.The eternal ocean of energy, knows no boundary, calls to vessels of all kinds to be brimmed;Then emptied." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2086181/ A sneak peek of my first novel to be completed by next year. First three chapters I will post no more until the book is finalized and printed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/2085975/ A predatory human The downfall of its own race.Now, more than ever, we have a chance to continue our paths to enlightenment.Now, more than ever, we are faced with a fork t'wards Gods... Or Beasts.  This be the age to Shine or Shatter.Only time unveils the secrets o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/1088626/ This might come off drastic, at first. It is the purpose. Thank you, Mitch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/1073804/ Zeros and OnesOn and OffChaos and UnityWe have it allandWe have nothing at allWe do not give this a nameBecause it already has one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/1050101/ Complacency is the death of artLikeApathy is the death of humanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/1042883/ Illumination.A time of the year called the First Seed. Everyone knew it... It was the ember that lay dormant through the Mort Seasons and it was that which became a brilliant hearth as the Goddess of the Shattered Moon began to reveal itself from behind the obsidian curtain of night. Last night they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/912343/  The room began to expand and contract in unison with his breath.        Its working.The carpet below him swayed, the movement of each fiber danced back-in-forth as if each was a stalk of wheat being blown by a phantom wind. And each wheat was just another field of wheat.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/911932/ Turn,Into itself.Into itself, Turn.One unto itself , Twice,Is no longer of itself... Imagined?.F**k.You.! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/910194/ TheTrumpet called me Coward The Penny called mePoor My Judge wasstanding at the door with forty guns, ormaybe more. Lips still red withpaint flowing freely downmy face Save me! (Oh God) Please save me! I did not mean tokiss that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/819562/ MaterialMysticism has left you blind Destroying yourfreedom of choice This suicidalknowledge. In between the gapsof your belief Where can you hidefrom its path of destruction? Covered in decay,sugar coated truth; Flesh'sresurrection. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/819554/ Waiting for the sun The night does not bring me sweetslumber Alone in my chamber In attempt to lay this wary mind to rest Proverbial anger crawls into my lungs And brings a Vengeful shout to my Father Who received me into this dying world. A S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/819550/ From borderline paranoia to the blinding truth concerning the proper and improper natures of the word "free" and "slave" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/794691/ This was originally posted as erotic story as you will see in the beginning this label would be correct. But there is more to this story than what appears on the surface... Desire, an insatiable void. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/788256/ Started just writing not expecting any point really... But then a brutal ending came to mind and I could just not contain myself. Much like our sad character Gregory. Reality does not censor brutality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/785914/ 'stand' is such a versatile word... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/785875/ To be described upon request. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/745101/ To be described upon request. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/745100/ to be described on request. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/745096/ A love poem to death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/745093/  I'm' a simple manWith simple mind.I wander in my flesh.And watch the Dogwood bloomUpon the TombOf Father, Son, and Holy Jest.In quest for truthThree questionsThreeSupplied by yonder Dogwood Tree:"A door?""A lamp?""A Demon Key?"All answered yes to setMeFree.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/250221/ I'm the unworthy,I am the blind,I'm the fading,and I am surelylosing my mind... Yes!I pray that I have enough time... No!Losing sleep from Intellect's wine.I'm the brother,I am quite cross,I'm crucified last,I am truth's dire cost... Yes!Calculated in with the lost... No!Join.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/241877/ Cast my eyes to the blazing sun.A halo cast upon my headAnd troubles cast asunder. Dread,the kings of mortal men are dead.My shadow soul extend from mea grand impossibility.It breaks, it slides, it separates.Sacred shadow form as onelaying down the Holy Sunto sleep.Arms extende.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/240399/ Supper's Ready! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238327/ Pouting lips and long eyelashes. they all sat down for world domination. the weakness of man is the meekness of woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238323/ In vain attempt to form an ember.Shimmering saints procreate a dying star.And in vision, to the consuming messenger: Whom to kill is to be reborn.Luminescence in the eye of control.Eloquence takes a stab in the dark.We fail to mention the tourniquet that holds the broken neck of indignation.and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238322/ We pray to science for noncompliance please save us with your new alliance. On bad behavior, our plastic savior brings our dinner to the table. We'll finely dine with rusty wine, pledge to his health and foundation, embracing. Water free flowing, a god ever-knowing of mankind's q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238321/ Cancerous growing straight for the heart. "Oh, please" begs the patient, "Whom will do their part?" "Not I," says the doctor "Not I," says the nurse "Not I," says the tumor that is dying of thirst Malignantly making its way to the eyes. "Where does our soul seep when our fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238316/ I sit upon the world, dismantled waiting for a guiding light. Coming forth to burn its candle luminescent sacred sight. Take all my silence Take all the shame Lack of conviction, Anger and pain. Pain is to glory, and glory to god! that all of this pain makes me wholly unhol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238315/ The rays of early gods and devils burn my sight. From whence do I appoint my Fathers? Antennas to the sky in violent jest. Hold no more your curing waters! Bring no more these soiled men of Right! These butied torments jerk me from my rest. What may this sickness be, my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mitchellju/238305/