http://slow.writerscafe.org/battousai70 The original writings of author Henry Martinez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109878 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Even more lyrics for another song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/494313/ Lyrics to a song I'm composing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/494310/ an old one from last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/494308/ Trying to get back in the swing of things, it's been a while. I like writing about sillythings. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/494306/  Who's to saywhat's forward, backwardwhether we're reversing forwardor advancing backwards. Who's to say,what's right, what's wrong.The ultimate truth, the perfect crimeor if this is really a rhyme. Cars on Broadwayroll uptown and downtownto notown and outta to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/348105/  As the night commences,the sun makes its final stand.A beautiful manipulation ofcolor;a pinkish orange,color of my mother's tomb.A foreground:the dark, grey blue clouds.For today, the sun takes its leavein splendor and canvas renditions. As the nigh tcommences,I fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/348096/ The moon is almost full,we were almost there.The night was almost dark,we were almost there. We picked a bench to sit,the light illuminated your face.I saw perfect beauty,the excitement illuminating in our eyes. I wish from the the bottom of my heart,that we could hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/345194/  All it takesis a look and a smileI feel like I melt insidea burst of firey passion,like a phoenix, I feel reborn. All it takesis your voice,pleasant music and harmonyright at home with the sound,sounds of a piano remembered. All it takesis a gaze at your eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344761/  White,that's the color of the canvas. Everybody is unaware,the brush they hold.Color your world,perspective is what counts.Add your red, violets and blues,all colors in different hues.Because nothing gets nothing,and something gets something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344759/   Streaks of orange,perfectly laid on the dimming sky,brushing out at the ends,the magnificent paint brush that made this. Then I realize,"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,"I made this seem beautiful,I am the artist of the eye. The streaks move a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344756/  Everything here is so much simpler,black & white, harmony in paradox,where there's magic in the irony,and the world is completely sound, finally.  What I could never put to words,put in the open, finally.A mixture of emotion and color,the colors that resound to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344595/ We, who repeat the pastWe, who spit at neighbors,We, who curse our friends,We, are devils We, who cursed the earthWe, who kill the birthAre we of any worthAre we really good We all dance on a beatthe heartbeat of evils:money, greed, corruption,lust, revenge, consu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344592/ Writing Class - African Art http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/battousai70/344589/