http://slow.writerscafe.org/Will93 The original writings of author WillHBIII en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972853 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  “A package for you Sir,” the delivery boy hadsaid on that lost blue summer afternoon. He wasn’t expecting apackage. He wasn’t even at home when the boy approached holding a small boxwrapped in brown paper, but at the street market. He looked at the boy who was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/774584/ The existential monologue of a man on death row the night before his execution. He confesses to a priest, not what he did to be incarcerated but other secrets and feeling from his past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/774583/ Flesh; it burns over a flame or under a sweaty lover. Thepain may be equal with each experience yet one is more desired. She burns in myheart but screams only in ecstasy and never in agony. I dream of the flame andI dream of the FLAME. I scream in pain for more and I scream horrified inprote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/635312/ Sway with the wind, but do notlet it carry you away.Stand warm by the fire, but donot let it burn your hand.Swim on the sea but do not let itpull you under with the tide.Sit and rest on the stone ofearth but do not let it hold you back or roll you over.Sing to the sky praisin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/635310/ Inspired by the classic Swedish Horror film "The Hour of the Wolf" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/635309/  Sleep is the dragon I chase. Like ajunkie after a fix who will never get enough to satisfy. Death is the flavor inmy mouth when I dream. Leaves dangled clinging softly to ridiculous hope beforebeing gently tugged free from the brittle grey fingers of an elderly mother andfalling, in wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/624265/ A king is he,  Ofroyal line he is not. Shallwe regress? His tale of progress To the roots of his royal climbA moment in time Areason for this rime A crown’s roots in slime An elixir of power A potion for goldAn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/621116/ Into the wind; blown Primal heart fireburns aloneLove's vortex complete  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/618284/  These are as me and I am as one,the protector, a seed and a burning sun. With fire for me familia I battlethee oh foe resident of a spiteful soul.Oh how I loathe thee, naïve adversary,lover of death and roses.Knowing not the value of my pain,oh thou devil drive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/615591/ Avoice or some force of persuasion, beckoning me to stillness, to silence and topeace, won over my actions and intentions. Following the suggestion of this,perhaps divine inclination, power beyond my observation, I fell into comfort,mindful of all in judgment of none.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/614699/ Hope; the thing that keeps us painfully attached to the impossible. Always hope for the best. There is no best only ever better. Is it not more pleasurable to resign to the joys of what one's life is  than to be bothered by what one's life is not? Hope, keeps the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/614322/  Rediscovering "LOVE" an umbrella of meaning.Lust, attraction, sex,Agape', Philia, I want to f**k you or I want to feed you, grapple and kiss you, I want to hold you or i want to teach you. such a wonderful meaningful word to hide behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/612611/ Burt walked out of theoffice into the hall where the bathrooms are. He felt nervous but didn’t knowwhy. A feeling had started to creep over him as the day began and by now it wasall over him. The feeling was strange and familiar. Despair, relief, the needto cry and the over powering ur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/611995/ I've been reading Albert Camus, this was inspired by The myth of Sisyphus, The Stranger(movie) and a movie called Million Dollar Hotel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/611991/ a ghost story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/611731/ A strange glint in our eyes, passing as our bodiesdo, slaves of Tyrant minds. Impulse of heart awakens primal ritual need. Instancesin passing speed, such as these, my soul's phallic spirit erect and strong makes lovewith willing wet hearts of  bestial elegance, passers bye whose souls&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/611208/  For He; the religiously prestigious and industrious;Murder is not, so much, a matter of justification and intentBut net worth, recourses and lament.Little or no injustice in the eye of He;That prophet of profits He who sits on high; a pile of cold eternal rest,Count.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/610741/ Work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/610253/ No more masks Piss on my carcass No more costumesHip poppas darknessNo more, never againForever return Abide in the dead dust of stars Fucked royal Welcome to the club My friendMy meMy hated adversary My refection My death My vengeful rape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/605403/ Darkness; the joy confounds vampire plight.Not night but darkened glaze corrupts my gaze.Not lust for ruby waters but the other blood.   A feast of degenerate stench, nevermore a noble huntNevermore purity surrounded by night.Clouds confound all forthcoming occa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/605393/ They cannot find me in this holeI cannot find myself in a dark sea’s soulThey cannot find her or where she is atShe lives in nothingness dark black vatIt is the old saying comes back with horrible faithIt is not where you are from it is where you are atWe do not know wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/604991/ Listen to the painFollow him out the doorOutside listen to the wind She whispers hard to hearBut the stone speaks primitive Primitive slow in plain language The message is complex Too complex for the stone His mother lives far far awayShe knows all illsHer hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/601107/  When I went out on the night air chilled with fright  there was a tramp and a blade The steel in my pocketThe beggar drunk and rude  Begging for pittance  Threatened by fearI violated him deepPenetrating his left eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/599955/ Being uninspired and unmotivated to any worldly end inspires the motivation to seek inspiration. Inspiration once found is then lost and the cycle repeats until fully inspired illumination of Will's desire melds death and life into perfect nothingness. Today I am uninspired and unmotivated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/597873/ The Anti-Christ Vagina dry as old death, cold hallowedtombForced to live beneath artificialgloomMother hidden away unseen next toeternity  To walk on her happy face a truerarity Love is to destroy the enemy oflibertyOur brother’s wind wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/596499/ Philosophical fiction comedy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/595009/ In his youth we prayed for peace. His troubled mind took release. From the savage realm so called the real.Beating upon beating by whip word and will,taken brutal upon the body,mind numbed by bottle and pill by toot, and pipe,  preferring thisliving death to living lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/594203/ How twisted   How do you know? theBible tells me so, Life has meaning, Darwin was a monkey with an old man’s headspeaking monkey language to other monkeys, Jesus Christ was my sister in a pastlife she was my lover in a Tibetan robe onthe peaks of the Himalayas we inve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/579072/ As I put my long hard c**k inside her, Remembering the time I made love to Winona Ryder.Sigourney Weaver was there and I was her b***h. “B***h” she said,covered in sweat having battled the alien Queen.  Wynona clawed and bit, Sigourney spit and screamed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/573931/ I had a million hearts and she broke them allmanic depression; feel good now, regret it laterWhat about justice, and childrenWith responsibility comes impotencethe good you could do is not good enougheven the best only has so much c**k strength I looked into her eyes they said "I hate you".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/562641/ Thank you burning flamesCups filled for a wedding  Thank you barren stone thank you ozongonthe manifold winds my friend my friend.Thank you whispering wind  ware your heart on your sleeve whisper into my eartell be what you believethank you burning flames.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/554760/ catharsis, welcoming home a wounded soldier, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/552110/ Let me let go, I see you I miss you I love you,so bright is the light to the wounded soldiers whohave for so long dwelt in the belly of the beast, I remember you, the war isover, claim your honor remove your armor dwell in the darkness nolonger, let me let go, unchain m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/551218/ Waiting, after early arrivalAlways come early when exited Cum early as wellShe was early tooAcross the room she hid in plain sightSmiling an inner smile as if she is always on the verge of girlish gigglesor orgasmic tickles later between heart wise the bold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/551215/  i have this sacred emotion for you,  i have this secret fear which hates you, Take my sacred emotion and hate my fear with me, in love, will conquers , take this sacred emotion,  take it in deep,  long into your core,  breathe hot on my ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/515166/  Blocked at every turncontrolled and calm.I have tested my patience against the forge of war. this days battle i have won.I live with gratitude for the higher one.Thank you, O wisest of the wise winds thank you, burning obstetrical of warthank you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/455438/   The incoming unseen,The rush of violence,a disaster to each perceptually,Unconscious each generally,The cool calm temper tame.homes settle.The out going unseen,The thief in the night,takes by force motionless delight,Without perceived predictability,some are lost othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/445040/  the study of everything. All that is known,psychic experences.Maps of stars are maps of minds, kissing the mouth of godher psycho-spiritual design.the razor is faulty.to skim a contract without regarding fine printto mistake the map for the road.Love wills love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/445023/  Conversations with the wind, Dead blow through,. Time transcends.May I Ask where you’ve been, without all your vital skin?Come home soon mothers kept your room.Her son is the wind, my gun killed him.Come home soon, my boy, not yet bloomed.It’s been fun, on the ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443312/   This earth, lovely as they having full lips and ample supple breasts.These are two that make my heart flutter, as I look upon there splendor.  I cannot explain.The connection they have to one another, is the possession they have over me.Both objects of my hearts desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443311/  Born into the DreamWake, glow blue and yellow.Take steps to protect thy fellows,Of The mother and father,Of the sun, moon, earth, air, fire and water.Born into the dream to see past the veil so called, as it seems.To understand NOTHING, finding comfort in the womb.The go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443309/  This Cruel Reminder      I feel so cold. This night, this cruel reminder, is just like the night I lost her. The Moon is now and was then full only now it draws me by my blood. It pulls me to the edge like it pulls the tide of the sea, my blood carries the same salt. My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443290/  Who has truth? Let him bring her,Share the lady of light do not covet our community w***e.Share her life, her light and her love!  We call you out! Pimp!Greed, is no adaptable evolutionary trait!If she exists,let her free to love! to love the darkness, from Ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443288/  The end; a blend of sex and hard times.To die, to expire, to have lived short or longin the fire of love.Death will come to us all in due timein our prime , or aged like wine,she will take us to glory in the divine. What have we learned?What mind has not burned?How do we k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443277/  Restriction and woe bind and beat the bloody heart, sorrow.Lest they forget, hearts of love cannot repent.Behind truth and love the liar may hide.Sick, abide dying pride.Come inside, black depths,Lay and wallow in the mud,Absorb the filth,Hearts have spun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443275/  Knowing, at the moment dazed eyes lay sparks on kind aura of your beingLove's bond eternally, internally and un-breaking, bound thy soul to mine.Two, in love, one, together threeThrough all incarnations on earthand otherwise unto nirvana.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443271/  The ability, consciousness,Is wasted by those who choose to sleep.Similarly and in relation tothe fact:Truth goes unseen by those who find bliss in ignorance.Let love be thy guide,Science thy friend and enlightenment thy goal,examine life.I love you and I mean to say so every tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Will93/443270/