http://slow.writerscafe.org/thisisezra The original writings of author Jose Camacho en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Helena, RunDown where the B meets the PThe place where gold is redWhen the clouds touch your feetDance.Helena, SmileBow to the B and with a pirouetteSmile down at the PSee the colors and danceDance.Helena, CryAdmire the blues aboveFeel the force within youLift your eyes towards freedomDance.Helena, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/2177551/ I'll break your psycheJust to keep you far--To keep you from your sanity.I'll make your world collapse. A mother at dawnWill call upon her mortal child. By then the lifeless faceFrom his soul shall be exiled. I'll break your mindTo keep you from yourself. My thoughts shall so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1324467/ A poem about drugs; Cocaine. The witch represents a "friend." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1267573/ He calls with arms wide openBlocks fracture his scars.Who forewarns the colorsSterilized with clarity?I will hold on downSpreading through the emptiness.The colors cover up a devil--Devil born within our flesh.What is shouting beneath the sheetsStill alive from underneath?Sterilized with clarityIt b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1226930/ A heart and darkest feelingsCradled the inner child;The devil and his son.Somethings were not meant to feel. The broken had spoken;A devil and his son.Shredded smiles--Smiles not alive;Will break you in the dark.How many are invisible?Pouring out their fear--Fear to be at the crackOr fear to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1187565/ Beauty like Greta,Body like Monroe.She kisses my lips, Six times in a row.Her perfumeso mesmerizing,Like the springtime flowers,Blooming up and rising.Mrs. When we’re together,Ms. When she’s alone,I wonder what she talksWhen I hear her on the phone.Perhaps “business?”&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1185490/ An angel cried to an empty heaven;To a God no longer real.A woman cried a tear of blood;The angel was a mother. An offering in exchange for a memory;The power of a holy word."Amen my holy father."A meaningless prayer was said aloud.The angel's hope was lost.The mother; no longer a believer.Heav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1183685/ Flesh of man and manWalk together hand in hand. Lips and eyes; they fall in-Man and man caress their skin. Breath begins to fog the glass,His arms around man's paradise. Mouth to mouth, a gently kiss,Man and man both whisper. A star begins to fly across,The clock strikes a new .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1179974/ Love.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1177678/ Actions speak louder than words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1177015/ If a cloud was made of stone,I'd have you stoned to death.When the oceans become fire,You will kneel down and repent. At the end of your tongues,Words unspoken become a scar.I will tear the wounds with thornsAnd then you will remember.Twenty years into a filthy lie,You will be forgotten.I am st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176326/ At a mile before the end,Canyons roared creating wind.Many souls crushed into piecesAnd a child was a witness. Through his newborn eyes,Visions that he'll soon despiseRan and pierced his soul and mindAnd he sat, afraid of what he'd find.From afar and from up close,Limbs and blood and clothesBur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176301/ Lust is drug in bed or tear,My sex is your desire for life.A kiss becomes your biggest fear,We refuse to drown with love.With my flesh we are a plague.Infatuated with our story.My weakness is my lip and leg,And the way into my glory.We have started with a touch,I'm falling into sin.You are feeling i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176057/ In the eyes of a liarTruth seems to be a fallacy.He judges by the way he lives,And fears to be forgotten.From the hands of a liar,A brick has been laid.On a mirror of fog,The truth can't be revealed. To a child in a womb,His life is not yet real.Like a liar in disguise,No truth seems to be real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176050/ The pounding of my soles across the dirty grounds,Loud, with the song of birds, the wicked sounds.Trees discard their feathers, and they fall my way.With my rhythm of the winds their branches sway. I try to find my way into the light inside my chest,Into the mean machine that beats without a re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176045/ A new born baby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176041/ When richest man has lost his diamonds,My smile will still be mine. And when he's lost it all,I am rich of laughs and joy. When tallest man has fallen,I am still on my feet. And when he cries for help,I am on top of his tears. I've seen life in many forms;through eyes of rich a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1176031/ The truth about life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1174439/ To all who have betrayed,Regret no Mistake.Learn from it and live to tell.Forgive yourself and carry on,For judging shall come to you,As it will come to me.Guilty we all are,Perfect we are not,Sinners forever we shall be,But forgiven have we been since the beginning.Worry no more, for you are safe.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1174435/ In the hands of the men of hay;From their hands, a diamond fell. When coal became a fortune;My ever green soon began to grow.At dawn, from where a soldier looks,He sees-- Saw what was a bow.If you ask a soldier what he saw,He saw-- "Hands of the men of hay I see."Follow where I've stepped in sn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisisezra/1174332/