http://slow.writerscafe.org/MMPurcell The original writings of author Morgan Purcell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995713 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tonight my eyes will paintLavish landscapesWith your shoulders laying the foreground To a backdrop of VanGogh's starsSwirling amongst your gravitational beautyFor none compareTo the eternal rolling wavesWhich lull my demons into a sweet purrSilencing all self-doubtRenewing life with your every exhal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1306538/ Stare at the night sky too longLose all sense of personal selfSleep with all the lights on during the dayColor outside the lineswith vivid and bold black and greysIn the face of reactionThink! Still your thoughtsRemain stoic Relish and bless every breatheRun, Dance!Anything to keep normal at bay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1306534/ Living in their parent's basementConverting to over-zealous patriotismfutile attempts to mask their racism and greedOthers avoiding this first hid, then marooned mapless in thunderheads of green smokeNobody stays still, the trees must think we're all lunatics and so do I, unhappy with not being plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1172296/ Composed of some traditional Haikus. Other Haikus follow Jack Kerouac's thought that due to the language differences the importance is not on set syllables but conveying the poem through three lines http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171716/ My lack of understandingmore than wordsMaterialistic driveNeurons fire without a responseWhy the blood-thirst for newImmediately consumed and discarded possessions?Why the obsessive compulsion for straight lines?When bends and curves hold windswept novelsGive me natural beautyBut love above allEarth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171547/ The clover nebulaWhich initiated this great expansionIs beautifully housed in her eyesGalaxies and supernovas Birthed and Died In this bottomless emerald seaI watch stars fall as love emitsCompletely lost in timeTracing constellations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171542/ Just as quickThe glimpse of lightening vanishedA thousand shiversA thousand quiversThe storm had blitzkrieged throughBriefly baptizing This homeless townThe spring is JazzChaoticRiotousBeautiful for thoseWith prophets visions of the outcome  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171538/ Everythingdisplayed in the forefrontUncertain the repercussionshasty decisions will bringThe singing stops!"Thank-You!""Please,Please"But the crowd roars onThe winds of salvationBringing or takingI never knowA traveler in the nightA near sighted journeyman Going unknownMay the wind take my emberWher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171535/ Sanity, the least of my longings.For I bleed and breathethe crimson chaos,An internal chaosfor I could never wish another harmBut my bones crave mutinyin this business park prison,I crave escapefrom these logical restraintsI thirst to feelbeyond these senses,A lunatic peacemakerwanting to tear down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171532/ My very soulDeliriously thirsting for a passing grazeof your hand on mineA thousand cherubs enviously strive for your gentleness No!A solitary look will doWill overload, flood every empty crackSatisfy every living need Your brown eyes,Spaniards searched continentsFor the life-giving fountain which u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1171502/ Sun has moved on to another townThe dim streetlights sullenly awakePondering Dostoevsky, forgiveness, timeContinuing to blacken my lungsLike the streetlights unable to pierce the nightMy brain sputters, stalls, unable to shed any lightI search for enlightenment in another dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1139597/ A different timeIn different circumstance I truly believe nothing's left to chanceA different storyWith a different twistWould have ended in Heaven's bliss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1139376/ We are nothing more than our present selvesOur previous selves have been read, shared, filed and placed back on the shelvesTime and chance the indiscriminate drumsHarshly drag us to the ends of the spectrumNew leaves one dayWe're green and boldThe next we're broken, trampled,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MMPurcell/1139156/