http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ozai The original writings of author Jonhoi Vaughn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776001767 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 August 12, 2014. I died this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/1397933/ Heavy skies breathe laboured and weeze wearily,Moving heavens bowels to accompany my suff'ring. In the event that I am not around and you still love me, Know these three silly things:- I loved you first-You are not my first lover but the first one I loved-You are not my last .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/1397931/ My body spun a cocoon for my brainI sat there in decay, withering...Death was just about the only mistCold air under the sun ripped from my chi;I call it, the dusting of the Double Helix Troubled Healing,Heeling at the dark and draped in doubtI was trying too hard... And...I was too hard.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/1268736/ At 12:00 a.m. Strange things happen in the streetA single perspective to marginalize your peace...Middled road,Two lamps to cast eight shadows.Two hearts-a-burden;The one you walk withThe one you walk to.So now... Walk quickly...Because strange things happen in the streetYou can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/1212035/ I meandered somewhere along the spine of Life StreamA cold coil into the soul; Into vapour Into cloudsA puff of smoke that was almost at the edge of a dream.Gradual and granular; a waltz atop silent breathing ocean...And it was so sweet and it was real quiet...That I heard whispers from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/1209404/ Happy Birthday Monique http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/995398/ I froth at the tip of my mind.White, thick and profuse.Madness speaking its name involuntarilyErupting orgasms...In the mass vernacular of lips and tongue. And madness...Is the new addition to the metric system,Whereby a rapist called, Love,May measure her penis, And the glo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/728062/ Need; kneaded through kneels...Want; wanton in wait...180 degrees is the name of change. I live the pun of life; live, No reboadcast,Only deja vu,Only in what seems to be a dream.Cursing the opening eyePeering through a window of "winless" wars. I have won many s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/621029/ I stooped into shifting silt,Scraping a loose foundation at the base of my feet. Clouds frowned at this;Pompous and hyperbolic in anger and intent. I too drowned;Hypnotized by the scoop of sand, gathered in my clasped palms. The sea is an almighty chemistStirring m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/595252/ "Choke" says AdonaiSays the drizzle and pour of honey lotion and airless powder and seasoned kisses.Says an abstract and forbidden beast...Love...Brimming with a steam no darker than grey.Ridden in the heart I see no further than twenty degrees In the periphery of either eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/584198/ Lips full, ripeand taut with untasted cherry...Massaged with wet rose tongue,Squeezed under the seductive clutch of teethnipping and daring flesh.Marginal in sermon...A deep and quiet lake;Heaven's hand mirror,Blankets the dreams and steals sleepDeep within the soft folds of your Lhabian Flower.Wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/582339/ It may be nothing after all.If I could stand on the mountain under youAnd maybe sit and waitFor the tears to collapse.Perhaps...I thought you would spill your soul.I was once a fool http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/580239/ Goddesses do become deaf.Even if I am muted And the codex of language DiscardedAphrodite will not bloom.No flowerNot to be rooted in soil of rocksMetamorphic.I am not this.I am harder.Steel is not an adjective... but my soul.And I am harder...River Styx, washed feelings...I am more dead th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/579387/ Once upon a time when we never loved.Salty waters dragged me into its deepening bellyAnd the mad world of faux victories;Into a world of whatsoever things pleasing to the eyeand poisonous to the kiss Gutting me of all that is human. The s**t stirred within me,and burst .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/569256/ The poem creams into my cup slowly but never really settles. A seamless spiral of silk, Smooth on the mind and gentle with the tongue. This is your signature as always.         gentle...          &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/569238/ Words were not spoken Not in the gasps and the moist squelch of lipsWord is the tamed petescaping only in sweatand the onomatopoeia ofsip-suckingthe drizzle of sweet watersand the teasing crawl of honey on skin... and it is not enough Words are not... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/560788/ the pieces are so small, they can be inhaled into the lungsthis is how the heart can do internal damagewhen it shatters on the floor of the belly, into a million shardsrising like the ashes of a fallen phoenix my skies have been painted red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/560739/ smoking wet dreams under the straddle of your ghostbaptizes me underthe teething takes hold when sleep dangles from my eyelids, 1 toni am beyond alonein an imaginary momenti almost livedall i know is that i am born to a nichethat revists me in memory without flaw...in reality witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/553515/ Who said that poetry bends its sturdy bark over salty seas?Who found poetry in a garden,Lush and wrapped around fingers of life protruding from the soil?Who is it that found poetry,In the musical bass of bombs in 1939?Amidst the tingling of cries and the thunder of tears...Heavy with the burden of.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/535574/ If I could bend the rings of Saturn,It would be your necklace.A shackle for the pristine beast I knew...In you...In the Uterus of a prayer.One prayer of many prayers to come,Gunning down the balance of all that is real.I, am not juxtaposed to...But actually am the hammer of a tithe of your heart.I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/529197/ On a day when ashgrey is gone with the wind,When yellow isthe smile of the sun Tapping my tastebuds to lifeBegging me todrizzle with crimson lips,The neck of awoman like Alecia Keys,Till she shocksthe world with pink…I’d watch throughginger brown ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/527601/ When I can wrap my taste buds around words,Maybe, words like these,I am humbled in the presence of what MUST bePoetry.Look away, If you want,As poetry surgically implants yin and yangInto the aqueduct of my heart.Profoundly herding me into the path of a swung dagger.Love is the wound...And I am pour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/526612/ The Ice Mountain,As if it were the face of God,Stared me down.Eyes so heavy that I was brought to a kneel.Still...I rose with a phoenix on my shoulders.With the first step, I was embraced for my bravery.She was like a cloud that hissed from under the earth,That blossomed...Extending and expanding&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/522675/ It was already swimming in my unconscious,Stirring in my saliva.Searching for a route to my finger tips to…Irrigate life in my pen. Words… They are not the language to be heard in symphonic moans.They are not the flavour to be tasted;Flavoured with embracing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/503752/ I am dancing six-foot-six.I am shouting lullabies and then…I am waking up to death from that dream.I was sleeping. I was cliff-hanging from a kiss.Unsure of the reason, but…I was kissing a slip knot.Maybe… I was walking dead. Most of all I am fucked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/493396/ Inadequacy…If you think you can plea indifferently to God,You must be Lucifer.You must be within the range of divine nine to five.Plea indifferently and you will find peace… in a grind…In a grind of ash and stone…A stone that was once a pillowResting the min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/486023/ (Wish I had been seeing with these eyes all my life)Clarity; the synonym of my vision, short of a hyperbole,Stole me quietly and hid me in the thick cocoons of the world;The weight chained to the feet of men, who upon death,Were given mouths with freedom and purpose,And names,And honour,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/466933/  Gliding his hands over the n*****s of the mountains peaks,The sun peeped over smiling.Ending his game of hide and seek.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/448307/  Roses when picked should dangle from a noose.Roses should be left in the ground.Roses should not be grasped; for a hand not to be pricked.Let fools grasp the thorns.Let fools bleed.And with muffled breaths, suffocate.Smeared in deep red, drown.Under white petals, powdered by po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/448305/  If my words were the stylus to write this existence,It would be forever that flowers and girls would bloomTo make God sigh.In the blink of eternity the purest waters would standTo first salute the sun,Then shade the Earth.And one blink I would grant us allSo we could crash into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/445172/ They swell and stretch the lining of our stomach,Swelling in a way that is unknown to the soul.Paralyzing the peace in your head.Begging to be shot into the throatWhere it will stay,Muffled but loud.Scraping against the larynx,Plucking at the jugular vein,Grinding against grit teet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/425560/ I’m going to tell you a secret.But you can’t do it until you’ve reached a pointWhere weary eyes and a trembling, frothing mouthPaints itself on the canvas you call a face. Stare into the mirror.Look into your eyes and curse the first person.Excavate the poor gran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/425547/  To caress such a creation and command it to a blossomIs to stop it from hiding the beauty inside. Bloom.Release the scent.Ooze the nectar.Blur my dreams.Play with reality.Age away time deliberately…Slowly…Involuntarily.Urgently. Taste with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/417520/  Sometimes to feel poetryI imagine myself scaling the hills…To stare at the naked sun. Or…On a summer afternoon all I have to do Is sit under the mango tree and watch the skyBreathing its fever on little children, playing. Poetry can be felt,When I listen to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/417440/  Lightning punctured a pregnant cloud,Coercing its profuse bleeding and moans of agony.Moans that shatter the air waves,Forcing the hand of heaven to draw a dark curtain across its face;An attempt to muffle the swelling cries above.To hide Her epileptic temper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/417427/  In submission,It only takes a flame to eat me dry.One tear to drown me wet.In submission,I hold life inert and raw.And I think to myself,“I am small.”“I am a wart on the face of the earth.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/414211/  Too tired to cry,Too smart to be hurt,I’ve come to deny… this… This… I’ve come to deny:Gold;Molded into Life;The two sided smile;The wedding song whose chorus is a funeral march. Life: The excess of birth rates over death rates... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/407337/  As if it were my umbrella,The sky brokeAnd it unveiled a golden eye.I looked up to stare into that revolver,And tried to cheat by closing my eyes,So that I may be cloaked in heavy iron.This is my armour: closing my eyes.Not staring into God’s hypnosis. So this wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/397079/  I let the pepper shade smile on me.Then I watch clouds swallow it whole with just a yellow finger poking through the gut of the sky;Annointing me. I awake from worry.Murdered all my fret and it was heaven that decided to point fingers.One yellow finger…To anoint me&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/386253/  For the need to live and to understand why I do so,I climb heaven and connect to the protruding Intravenous devices.Having added my self to a grand equation,I stared down…Watching earth, my denominator. For the sake of nature, I obey the will to survive.I anchor und.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/386244/  Let the tongue wander.Let it take time inside my soul and tap into the veins…Teach me;That I am lost in the bigger scheme of things;The dot of the “i” in this Grand Design. Let the tongue wander and drown this kiss,Silence the ghost.Giving passage for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/386238/ Abstract, just the way I like it :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/345588/  In bloom, the sun sends showers of blessings.Bitching at sixty-five degrees Celsius,Whilst, postponed cumulonimbus, cry elsewhere.These distant sounds, smuggled, by a rouge wind. Flailing harshly in vex breeze,A JLP flag testifies no rain blanket. Only a spiteful sun.The a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/320597/ Love in the woods:-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/315154/ Please No CSS <![endif]-->You, the world, surround us.When you’re ready we’ll see. We will see the sword.The one that cut the Source. Our mind mirrors lie.They fool us wide-eyed.Fool us into leaving earth.Leave you. Common, the way it c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/315142/ Inner Conflict. A battle between desires and needs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/314559/ A psychadelic look at modern world cure for emotional issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/314544/  I was warned of this love. A seed drowning in the ground.The fight of fresh crisp leaves through soil.Minerals and water coagulating in the stem.The climb up from the bed of a soft petal. It is the opium of being warned.To watch love freestyle itself as a barbarian... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/312846/ Long Distance Relationships. Oh the woes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/312814/ Lovers Squabble. Against who? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ozai/312811/