http://slow.writerscafe.org/whoiam The original writings of author R. P. Coke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 its a version of a cycle, which dips back on itself, rotating everywhere - always. the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/475273/ The audience is watching. What kind of people will humanity be? We must be remade. This is the expression of thoughts to this issue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/403913/ HallelujahThe storms singThe stars dine on a new wineThe dirt it loses its gravityThe man and the boyThe maker and the madeThe startled hushThe voices as they riseThe man dying with a smile in his eyesThe child breathingThe no one becoming yet unmadeThe all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/403005/ in honor of earth day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/403002/ the rain would come, the people would shout but i was still about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/402328/ There is a stream by the riverA stream that wanted to be part of the river The little stream would dreamDream of being like the riverBut the stream was just a streamHe was nothing moreThen the river was goneThe river was dryThe river was no mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/401811/ Age age age age ageI feel the ageThe coming of an ageThe time slipping, slipping awayI don&rsquo;t want thisI want thisTime is passingI am gaspingThe time isI amGoingGoingSoon it&rsquo;s goneAnd I am evolvedAnd there is historyThere is nowThere is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/401646/ The core of what I amCannot help but escapeCannot help but overflowThe flow of I, it is meIt is what I amWhat I was made intoWhat I have come to beWhat I shall leave behindTo those that must be left behindWhen my days come to an endThen the flow of IShall be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/401486/ Somehow the nothing marches onI stand on tiptoeI see everythingI cannot see the nothingYet it marches onFall comes and springMany lives are createdAnd many more are lostYet it marches on, the nothingStill I try to glimpseBut it worms awayI cannot get it into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/401104/ The frustration of not expressingOf an unheard voiceAmidst a loud, yelling worldWhere no voice of worthCan penetrate the noiseNoise is all it is; emptyIt has no meaningYet it fills the airSound waves bouncingPeople screamingAnd no one is being heardAnd all I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/400414/ goodnightso longfarwellthe day is overthe night has wontill the morningtill the suni see you goi hold you closebut nothing stopsthe dropping gate&nbsp; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/400070/ oh my jenny blue,oh my jenny pureoh how i la love yaonce in a while i catch your eyeand see the universe thereand we sharelaughter and melodies of our familyspinning ina tangled web of love and fateour love cannot disenegerateafter all its fatemy jenny blueoh my jenny blueh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/399661/ the grammar is wrong on purpose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/399638/ the world is glossedblur. dizzythe talk is oldthe people movebut i can no longer understand their movementmy feet they movei work, i functioni am nothing moresame path, same same samethe s**t is the samedice it, mince it, bake it, kill it; its the samethe walk; the samethe ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/399455/ jokers eyeshardend placeI walk into outer spacemeet the gas attendant thereand he sold me the earths soulso now i walk as though i own it alltaking what i please and discarding the restsomeday you will find me with everything at my feetthere you will despise me for what i stole from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/398802/ its all bluryswirling and aroundfalling down, the ashes? no, the apple bomb, the slice of wrongthe dont partake and remakethe message; the meaningits important, but i cannot tell you whynumb, fear, pulsing. red. the lightgone out, and steralizedthe ground. the ashes of dirtthe hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/398416/ sadly the cross eyed boy sank to his kneesand cried along with the nothing bandmarch march into the dusty side roaddown to where there is nothingthe nothing land. where no one can ever gowould never want to go, to where you diegravestones. the towns mansionsand the cross eyed boys ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/398385/ stream of my mind into the line of words lost in meaning that only i can pretend to understand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/398314/ the feet are happy. the earth beneth them feels dirtyand good. and alive and realthe concrete is far behindthe trees swallow. i am here.you look different in the darkand i know i do toowhat do you see when you look at methe crack through the door revels so littleafter alland i am a little b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/397147/ my head hurt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/397144/ where i catch younaked aroundthe echo sounds. laughterthe memory. the crazinessand i fly and take a look at the planettake it in, im flying. crying.there is no soundi miss you. till its gonenever never neverknow what. im &lt;edited&gt;.with the words that falli write this down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/397140/ hamburger princeand a take around dollnow where to dance, and let in the soulnothing is right round down the hallwhere and go with the soul of oldi take nothing place, with the favoritehanging there, ashes in the spacemud on the trace and hatred on the facei do not understand, i want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/397064/ civilaztion is not civlizedpain i swore the no one would findtears the heart, the soul, the soundthe no one has nothing left to hiderunning, running. from all self perceptioni die, lie, i am alivemimetic people, the nothing framethe nothing one, the every onedim the lights; go one ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/396872/ the dewdrop tracesi dont know what to tell youthe world is scarythis is rare, quiet and temporarymy love is love: regardlesslove is good but evil is hereyou ask if we will make itbut what answer could i tellnone can ever know thatthe answers i have are fleeting:imganation is a po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/396871/ iamthink.evolution:brings lazy boys and reality TVrevolution:means not to waste what others died forfar from perfectfull of liesbut better thanreality of the millions dyingits a culture of just not caringlost people, needing somethingpull the weedsheirs to reigndealing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/396868/ its in the ovenit will be done soon.she screams, it comes... more and more the changehow did creation exist before youthe summer hands, the way i knowi know you and i know youthe old days, only we can understandthe moment, the lovesorry to grow, sorry so slowi write to tell, so thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/396341/ i am still just a childjust a childjust a childand here is where my fondation roamsand my heart of roots grownever can i leave reallyalways stuck out of timein a place i cannot mindand i begin to fly, to nowhere in my eyewhere the river bleeds and the people never sneezethis is m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394838/ there is a shadow that i knowthese people that shoulder inand take the demandthe sins of the father revengedand hes secretly excitedthe soil has all but toldthe stories share all the same old goaltake me awayso hard to lose it allthe gold is rotting in my brainso i take my leave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394510/ there was a killer whalewait. what the hell am i talking about. no, there was no whalewell there were whales, and wells but please dont misunderstandi think im just insaneand there is such ever loving painnow dont worry there will be no rhymingbut my words are little more than eggshe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394501/ the insanity that are my words. my mind. in my box i show you secret secrets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394139/ poetry of a darker nature. the words of my poem are visually expressed by M.M. he gives it new life i would love to know your thots. thanks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394138/ many minions comeand many minons gobut from time to timetheir evil opions grownand they simply have to gothese minions of mineshelter from the stormsburning crosses down the streetmy past is one part i can not concievethat it came and wentthat i was made to bleedbut far away is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394137/ the tiny tears of the worlds soulcome crashing down to nothingthe pieces fall unnoticed...the fear of man will not faltertheir heavy stepsfrom nothing, to nothinghoping for another payi seek what some have foundi seek what shall destroyi smile with a happy heartwhen what i am die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394136/ so as i sit here and wonderwhat tomorrow may have stolen and what fate that i might holdi begin to wonder if all this is on holdif we are all together or are we all just coldis there some deeper meaning to this mess we all just holdmaybe my tomorrow means we are all off trackand maybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394133/ so today i will be a kingyes king for a dayand in the words of the violent femmes, next weekend i will learn french. cuz right the hell now, i got to take over the world. i am your king. i am your everything.will you be mine?and will i be yours?the sunset comes,and i hurli .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394132/ i am a sad soulthis is just who i amthis is how i have always been, the class clownwith an intense darknessits just mei see the world, our lives and our purposes as different than mostand in that vision, i see that most waste all they arei want more than the mundane...i want life. i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394131/ i cannot contain itthis inner rage itdancin up upon dirty wallsthe blood is flowing slowly slowingwho can feel itthis charged up angermy generationits mind we squandertommorow is a lie they promisedtime is always taking from methe precious thoughts of a cruel worlddown the drai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394129/ so i walk outsidei look aroundand whatwhat is thisthis dimmed realitythis concert hell the sad peoplethe nothing hopethe everything drainedthe no one walkingthe dead man laughingthe child cursingwhere am iand how the hell do i get homethis is not realand so finding, i d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394128/ ill find my peace in deathill find my peace in deathso dont ask me to shut upi cannot be calmthis damn world is insanei cannot understandwhat makes. it. this. way.what world do i leavefor the next of me?is this what i would want if so if so if so if sothen take all of meembra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394127/ <end> http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394126/ damned in my head, in my head i am damnedthe voices scream, the shouts drown outand here i hear nothing but, but nothingand so i grip the hands, and i grip the handsand madly they are made of sandthe dreams come now, and i cannot stopi cannot free, i cannot be, inside me i rotno one i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394124/ the image me, that i seewhen i look into a mirrorwell its quite different thanwhat you might think you knowin my eyes, i see the liesthis world has taught meand i stuff down, i stuff it downmy mind. lost in all these liesi despise, i rise, i become what you say? have a lookdo i c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394123/ verb play minor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394121/ you came down in the room...i did not see you there. it scared me. i was drifting. i was thinking of thenothing. what am i what am i...this is life is life is me i am me are you yoube you the eyes are upon you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394118/ the beginning of a series i have written but not expressed before now. this is the latest installment, they are one, but separate. you will see perhaps when i have them all loaded. or you have them all read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whoiam/394113/