http://slow.writerscafe.org/GaryMac1911 The original writings of author Gary McDonald en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096800 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Misshapenflames set to no tune,Inflectingtheir light upon thePaper.Seated under heavy thought,Memoriesroam still as night creepsIn.A hand reaches out to graspTheelegance of smooth necessity.Shesways along the soft-lit page,Carryingwith her, the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/529194/ Gentle doth this mid-wind feelWhere eyes hath left their perchIn search of land upon which I kneelIn bless’d shade of thee, grand birch.May this eternal light now hideFrom all that steals mild sightPerhaps to home beneath thy tideIn hope be free of darken&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/528460/ Scatter me across the sky,Piece by piece to wander near.But not for thy sainted eye,No longer may thou rest here. Two streets baptised in hell fireMet upon this that doth insist,To tear apart anguished desire,For nothing more my soul hath missed.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/525769/ Today I am the wall, in the flat opposite.In here lives a man and his spouse, oh and aTiny yet cute little mouse. Every evening thisMan shall arrive, demand his dinner from hisTired wife. She may protest, or simply deliver,It matters not, for she’s always aquiver. O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/524238/ It wasn’t just that the wind blew cold, it was the way theclouds followed its path. It’s every movement mirrored by the deepest emotionhis passing has stirred within me. A boy no more than six, now departed fromthis world. All that lies where he once stood, is a stain, four.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/524030/ Often I writeWhen the clouds all gather and loom,And the doors, they shake with anger,As I must escape this household doom.Often I writeFor the beauty evaporating in time,As I shatter to the curb of revival,Needing this here rhythm and rhyme.Often I writeA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/522780/ These streets stretch wide, curling up into the clandestineshops, hidden beneath the shattered streetlights. It’s dark. Too dark to observethe few people left, too dark to see my feet. As the floor begins to slope upwards;I can sense the change, but am blind to its warning. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/521521/ A simple manof simple pleasure, described that way by most. Truth is different, yet I carelittle for the opinions of others. My attention could be better spent on theglass I’m gripping, tighter and tighter with the passing light. Scotch andwater, that’s my drink, been tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/520376/ Dust forms the suburbs.Houses for steps to an Arcadian skyline,A windows view in the lattice of nature’sbranch. Attention sweeps to the mixing light, asThe midnight dome shines upon us.Each glimmer a distant soul,Starved of its salvationFrom its e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/518729/ Through the eye of a once blind manAny sight is beauty in a frameTo the eye of a man once lostThe ripples of an ocean are all the same. Opening this eye wider than its skillIs a task only worthy of its rewardFor the treasures it shall revealAre the questi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/517739/ Her emptiness is loweredInto the tear stained field of fallen souls.My cheeks become the surface for an inner painAs all I hear are those same seven words. The sun shines upon the anchored headsLighting a darkened swarm of absent friends,For mine was the only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/516485/ Prison... Only allowing few entrytowering walls to hide your depthalways wary of potential escapesshowers home to the excuses for nightmaresinspections upon a visitor’s arrival.Enclosed... Your true purpose an empty secret. Prisoner... Guilt determined .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/512825/ If these stars crumble, to fall as raindropspainting the face that lies beside mewith each twinkle, to me a lullabyI would gaze upon you, never to close my eyes. If your splintered halo would weave the crownatop and flowing beside your starlight facewith the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/511799/ Swiftly... Slowly...Her finger draws me.Tightly... Loosely...She beckons my flow.I do not know from where it comes,nor do I ask where we shall go.I simply cling to her every motion,swaying just, in soft moonlight.Harder... Faster...Her words instruct me.Deeper... Longer...I am but slave to her will... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/511299/ Smoke upon the grain, wind beneath the shield,to the crimson screams of a glimmer in a clasp.Where victory to those heartless, spill the blood,but dreams pose in shadows as figures of a lie.Men that cry, without the tear nor feel to do so,beyond the words of apology to their clouded seer.They are th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/511253/ I am chasing the forgotten freedomalong the curve of every stone,these rocks that breathe, but not of air,the salted scent, of my own despair.Some days to be, the waves below,of escape, for what I truly know.This is not peace, nor is it harmony,it is but truth's contorted hand,that with each finger,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/511032/ You are my heroine, for all of timethe one for which heart's truth cannot hide.I once wished that the sapphire beyond the cloudscould be tasted by my ignoble lips,but with the flows of a raven's flightthat held the slender frame of divine sketches,I saw your face, and at once sought nothing more.As .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/509717/ Hair glowing within threads of gold,to light the face of expressions dream.A land, a place, for mere mortals to weep,as only in eternal life may I lay besidesweetest eyes of living love, for me to seeand be seen by, though my image fadeswhen upon my mind is thee. Eleg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/505351/ Vacant pools of encroaching shadowa burning sea of lies branded truths,by those of obsequious naturewho rotted your foundations to rubblewith this unneeded form of support,to create a world of fictitious beauty,where you could live alone and freefrom the fears that truth bestows,so leave to me the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/502240/ I really don't know what to say about this one, it's not my usual style and I have no idea where it came from, but it's a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/499390/ Inspired by the Rob Thomas song 'Her Diamonds' about his wife's illness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/498778/ She had my eyes for moment fleetingbut you have my heart's eternal beatingso wandering eyes be damned, if say youbut lose the beauty that gave them life of you.Now hand to chest we stand, so freeto feel that which I own for theea rhythm in gentle slumber of nightthis love to see beyond this sight.Kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/498442/ A second approach to my war piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/498128/ The greatest gift bestowed upon usis our innocent imaginationthat frees our minds from faulted pastsand allows flight to flightless birdsor gives love to heartless jerksall for the cost of time's weeping hand.Dare we not escape all of time's deceitto live in the world of lemon drop rainfilled with u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/498115/ Close your eyes for meallow your heart to feed from my wordsI want to tell you about my gift.My eyes are not as yourswhilst they may see such delicaciesthey can swim deeper than thatto the all encompassing beauty of the soula blinding light inside the onethat defies realities architectureso as to gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/498101/ First effort at a war piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/497367/ Streets lifted from the pages of ancient legendlost to wingless doves, aimlessly walking beyondthe fabric of my mind's tapestry, still growing.Hanging signs rock snow upon their headsforcing the shake that adds paint to stone's canvasbrushed by the feet that magnetise my eyessprouting wings to fly f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/497043/ It was just a daywhen I found you through the waves of blackand you offered your hand to mineI saw you smile, the first of manyour eyes intertwined around each others lightall the other people fading into the wallshearts forever tethered to one another.It was just a daywhen the tree caught the rain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/494487/ I've tried to describe your beauty in so many wayscomparing you to a delicate rose with an inner divinityspewing apple glossed passion over my garden.Not to mention, the sunset of beguiling beautywhose swift change from theatrical classto peaceful mildew laden night washed skyleaves my eyes rather m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/492814/ A turbulent wind of the unforgiving Summerthis lady lying in the arms of River's mistressflowing ribbons of sepia tone, cling daringly to her shouldersas her eye's voice is, I'm sure, a home to my soulsinging for only her kin to hear beyond the cloudsreply comes with a titian spear set to illuminate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/492706/ I do love you mother, dearest mummyso when that brother says the foulest wordsnot a peep in his support shall you hear from meno ma'am, not I, I feel the way only a true son couldyou want the best for me I know you dotough love is never your approach is it mumyou watch over me when I'm struck I'll w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/492483/ If the sun could set, just one more timeand I could taste those laughs of yours and mineto feel those birds atop these treeswith my sole wish that time could freeze.Your hair that holds all your gracestill sits atop your faultless facein all my dreams that I could never seethere was never a love lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/492300/ If your heart were a harp and I could playonly the softest melodies would you hear todayaccompanied by my soul's choir like voicetogether we do make a most heavenly noise.Your eyes, you thief, they stole my breathyet that is not the pain I feel in my chestyou hold my heart in your dripping handclasp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/492260/ To see with her eyes of tenderis to smile with lips of graceas one hair's curl upon ear's behinddoes put fair wisdom to shade.A velvet soaked canvas is her skinthat steals heart's eye from subtle chinmy soul now weeps in pure heart's absencewhilst arched lips in my restrain do seethe.Sorrow nor trav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491846/ I found a girl weeping on my floora dress of frayed edges, burnt to ashbarely covering her taut skin, so rawshe saw me as I entered, footsteps on my floorher eyes were thick and bulging, full of tearsthin lips like strands of thread, spill blood upon my flooreach tear leaking from her eye, fades awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491655/ A canopy of trees, a carpet of leavesthis stony road outside my houseno cars or men have ever seenbut still this road is never cleanfull of shadows, haunting my passtouching my heel, I fall to the grassgathering speed, the wind finds meknocked to the ground, before I could standI hate the stony road.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491654/ I could say your eye is a leafthat falls from the branch, but flies in the windI could say this, but I won't.As no words can carry fair weightto purge the emptiness from my soulyou will only ever hear me say, I love you.It may be that you need me to show youor even just to tell you every daythese wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491652/ "I love another" she said to me"how can I love you, when you love not me"this stream of tears should prove her wrongstinging acid that sings my heart's song."If you leave me now, you leave my heart"my words are only deafly heard, in partfor she turns to walk beyond that doorseen in a reflection of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491524/ Don't tell me lies, I can feel you lyinglook in my eyes, just as I'm dyingtaste my tears, when it is you who is cryinggrasp my hand, I'll take you flying.All these things are yours, if you let themnow see my soul and touch my heartas together, we are simply, a work of art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491520/ One breath is all I needto feed my soul for eternityit is a coffin made of stonea holding home for all my sorrowso breathe now whilst our lips meetsavour the taste of lover's testto feel the passion of her every breathand free this soul of lifeless mess.So lover be as lover does, so lover breatheand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491507/ A self-inflicted orgasm of guilterupts through the valley of her facemy eyes wash the heavenly stitched silkjust obscured by time's steel cage.This memory is a pain likewatching the colour drip from her eyesas swollen heart entices rib's spikea worthy end for a past of lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491497/ Regress to repress these regretsthat haunt my humble heartwhose love was lost to lifewhich stole my soul's sightnow blind I bathe in bloodit envelops my entire Earthto walk on the wall of wonderand gaze at the great giftthat divinity may decide to deceive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491492/ Fingers ripping through my skin, blood gushingnails cracking through my ribs, nearing my heartgripping with a dying passion, she pulls it freeknees give way, mouth wide open not breathingblood painted all over the scene of my bedroomshe clutches my heart, still beating...limplymy eyes fade to black,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491489/ Such a cheek could be a symphonyfilled with strings of radiant colourand bass of boundless beautywhose reddish hue, of rose and flowerstretches border of restraint's countyuntil we can leap from our own towerof self-control and morose peaceto land safely upon fate's soft blanketand lie in the arms o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491471/ Love is agony and depressiona road most misleading in it's endawaiting soul's final concessionfrom a broken heart that won't mend.Love is Insomnia and doubtwhose angelic guise is happinesstoo soon pierced by bitter truth's spoutthat leaves secluded man in mental wilderness.Love is futile and colda v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491470/ She is the Earth I walk to find herthe tear that floods my soulloving her was hard, missing is torture.My pillow has lost my Insomnia's curenights have become a desolate land of lossdevoid of light, low on air, I'm fallingfeeling the wind punch my facedrying all these tears, mending my wounds.I'm st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491469/ To say that life without is needingis to say that a broken heart is bleedingmore than clear, it was to methat your soul is the light I need.A Summer's night of empty starspaints the painting of all my fearsyou hold the brush for life to alterthis scene that seems to only falter.If winter's snowflake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491468/ "Bitter it was" she said to mebitter as these waves belapping on those rocks belowto and fro, to and fro.Sudden was the calming breezethat carried her touch as to freezethese waves of bitter bethat harvest all the pain in me."All is calm" she said tonighta thankful tone, yet so slightfor waves of lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491467/ To love, but not have that love returnedto feel the heat, yet not get burnedis to see her eyes and never saythat hers is the light that starts my day.She does not know, as she does not hearthe words of silent scream beside her earthat carry all the words of lovebut never meet the beauty of my dove.S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491446/ The coursing winds of Autumnthat hold her colours tracedo sketch today's empty skyin which lives her ruby toneshe may not live as I do seebut she will forever be my memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaryMac1911/491445/