http://slow.writerscafe.org/LWarde The original writings of author L.M.Warde en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026284 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An elderly man resents the God of his faith for taking his beloved away and leaving him to survive her. He loves her completely and misses her deeply, but can't hope to see brightness anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1412790/ Sifting Through The SeaReflections staring back at meA past so far awayMemories flowing like the seaDrifting farther day by dayA voice once so clear to meStolen by the waves of agesIts now a faded melodyForever lost, like missing pagesI remain here strandedTrapped by the currents of distant memoryCl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1331127/ An excerpt from a chapter of this book. Told from the mind of Allen Gaffendale - The Protagonist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1291654/ He dreamed of things he'd never seen.Of distant lands forever green.A place so far where all are freed.A patch of Earth untouched by greed.In his mind he set off to explore the quandary.A task far worse than folding laundry.Could the place that leaves him starved and wanting,be only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1267110/ Crimson droplets fluttering like birds drifting on a breeze,Set loose from veins they usher him to his back from on his knees.Such felicitous fowl floating like memories by and by,Giving piece to the foolish nomad as he slowly shuts each eye.The wind no longer whispers in his weather beate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1262054/ Blind I am,Though through eyes do I see.My soul will be damned,When at last the darkness has me.Such a fool I have been,To believe in the strength of my heart.Consumed by this sin,I would not know where to startTo find a new place locked inside,Or a melody free of hatred and ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1260493/ Dreadful tinkerTime KeeperHolding the moments of our livesI find myself weakerI, the time seekerfighting steadfast for redemption of these liesBreathless thinkerI wither, more sickly, more meagerUndone by your endless eyesOh wicked tinkerSinister keeperthe final grain fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1258370/             Slowly, the spirit of its will slips from the great Beast, that Sleeping Dragon. Lead astray by misdirection, it surely found the road to darkness. A darkness that will plague all creatures that make up the vastness of the Beast. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1257253/          Somewhere lost  in wilderness, in the thicknesses of the forest, there lives an old man who plays a pan-flute in a way that no other can.  His tunes are often lonely, for there are none to hear of the somber song as it drifts across the land.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1246678/         Like silent symphonies or a secret song I hide away forever long. I show no measure of myself inside, revealed as a timeless statue in the waves of the autumn breeze. You will never know of the beauties that I see. This world of fallen angels, lies, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1240683/             I wander through fields and catacombs of memories; recalling distant moments and other such forgotten things, now drifting like broken dreams or a long lost melody. Sweetly, softly it entices me.    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1240192/ Epilogue            The sun crested thehorizon, showering the city with crimson rays of hope for a new day,of new beginnings. Families readied themselves for the events totranspire. Children prepared for lessons at school.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1234826/ Part X: Set Me Free            “I'm holding this gunbecause you are all in the presence of a master deceiver, Mother.”Said Victor coldly as he raised the barrel and pointed it at Rive.    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1234813/ Stars trickling through the night,tumbling onward across the sky.They're a fleeting, fickle light,streaking without cause, or reason why.I hold my breath, eyes open wide,stars trickling through the night.Flashing forward for some place to rest or hide,such a beautiful, Passing lightAll at once I see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1232727/ THE WICKEDLYByLouis M. WardePrologue             A city can be something ofa Pandora's Box, containing mysteries and wonders beyond the minds'wildest imaginings. Likewise it could harbo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1231349/ Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1231285/ I am darkness,and I am light.I am the nightmares in your dreams tonight.I am everyone you'll ever know,and I am nothing, no-one, not at all.I am the voice that liners in the hall.I am what builds you up,and breaks you down.I am the ever present frown.I'm in your head,and al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1228126/ Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1227932/ Alone at night, one man will wander into the arms of despair. In his final moments he will be judged by the reflections of his past, what will he find? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1225721/ From dust I was born, but no form do I take,No tissue or organs, no blood and no bones.While you sleep it is I who's awake.Like fire I move through the cosmos, in circles I dance star to star.From Saturn to VenusNeptune to MarsMy stage is both near and far.Look out to the night and you'll find me,it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1225171/ THE WICKEDLYByLouis M. WardePart VII: The Evils Of Men             Curiosity was overridden bydisgust as Victor reached for the note. Retracting his hand, heclutched his stomach, desperate to hold hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1224617/ Oh, my wretched heart,you curse me soShowing secrets to me,of a love I'll never knowI watched as they grew,through their smiles and joyFalling deeper for you,in my heart came a voidThis empty black space,It was meant for youHe's taken my placewhat could I do?How could I have won,keeping silent for y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1223191/ THE WICKEDLYByLouis M. WardePart VI: Darker Still        Victor sat alone on hisapartment floor, eyes wide with shock. His mind raced through whatfelt to him like several lifetimes of missing information. His bodytrembled as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1221219/ Like shadows they haunt meLurking in every cornerLike specters they're watchingLooking for the moment to strikeI feel their chillling, empty gazeIn each room, down each alleywayI know I am close to the end of my daysInsidious things are theyEvery inch of my skin has been crawling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1220705/ How far we have come,how little we've grown.There is so much that we've done,when so little is known.Like children we play,with weapons and war.Setting out each day,we settle the score.We make jokes about money,and how little some have.Convinced that it's funny,to their faces, we laugh.We're so clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1220291/ Vicious wolves are we,who stalk from the shadows and wait.We're creatures of ravenous greed you see,hungry for what sits on your plate.We hide behind masks of morality,disguised as honorable beings.We call it good will and necessity,we pillage your home, take all your things.We'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1219744/ Here rest the fragments of my mind,shattered and strewn about the floorI'm so confused and so lostWhere am I going?Where have I been?Why did you leave me behind?My memories once had such meaning, they kept me so safe and warmBut now they linger and haunt meWhat will I see?What have I seen?In this to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1217444/ Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1217438/ Darkness lurks within this soul,its dull, wide teeth gnashing at my bonesSoon it will have swallowed me wholeIt would take you too, I must go aloneIts eyes are piercing, the armor hard,I fear I can't contain it, nor set it freeI know it's stronger than my guard,Biting, chewing, consu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1214702/ Gaze up once for me,Into the star lit skyEyes opening to see, my world from the other sideStretching out through dust and darkness,beyond the phantom glowPast the stars and comets,I live in the unknownThis, place where I love and dream,though not unlike your ownIt is still an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1213906/ Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1213677/ I look out to a world beyond my own,beneath my willow treeAll through life I've been alone,Hoping to someday be freeSo many years dancing through wondrous dreams,A completeness I could never knowPlaces beyond my comprehension it seems,the worlds to which I cannot goI am alone ben.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1213403/ These bones of mine are weak,but my heart will always be strongMy chance to succeed may be bleak,but still I will travel headlongTrials will wear me down,but I will not surrenderI'll be beaten against the ground,but I still will not be a pretenderAsk me once more to abandon e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LWarde/1212754/ A valuable lesson about myself that I learned from my friend in North Carolina. 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