http://slow.writerscafe.org/llegeo The original writings of author Lloyd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004897 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Poem About Something Common in the Gay Community. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/354649/ With each and every step I take,Dies the will of men and fools,Pray be still this precious heart!Such a mannered crimson blue! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/354648/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/354647/ A love poem for my partner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/354645/  Can this silly childhood notion be fulfilled?Or shall the world once again force freedom down.I acknowledge that the world has become quite cold,But alas I still feel and see its’ possibilities.When did we its’ caretakers stop caring?Perhaps we never cared and all this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/254023/  Inside Doubts -Like torrents pushing against the brain -Forcing a relapse,Back into solitude we go.We run across to avoid diverging,But we’re weak and lost.No one seems to notice thatWe are the strangers.With older souls,We find it hard to believeIn the greatest of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/253851/ She came in velvet white,Gloden locks and ocean eyes.Swinging her hips like a drum,And slightly grinning in delight,She knows just how to work it,And what to do to get by,But on looks alone she won’t get far,And years from now she’ll be old.Her body go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/243947/  Defenses fall withJust one glanceAnd again I’m weak.Those memories,Those nights,Make me quiver,But desire aloneLeaves the soul quite cold.So No to all your advancesAnd perhaps one dayYou’ll need more;Still we theFools never prosper… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/242104/  My knees fell to the ground,And I beheld my body upon the shoreBanging against the jagged rocks.My blood streamed into the ocean,Letters at first, then words straightFrom the source.They flowed with the currentTo every single land,Yet in the end,My body shriveled upAnd sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/240930/  We, the foreign objectsOf this temporary place,Are forever sold to desire.Our lives are forgotten whenDebtors capture the soul.Today ransom isn’t an option,For Freedom went awayWith precious dignity,And love stays ingrained.We ask ourselves what remains,Mostly memor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llegeo/240927/