http://slow.writerscafe.org/younglefthand The original writings of author Young Left Hand en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064931 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Come with me and waist the dayUnpour your mind as the heavens give wayMy tin roof pops and the ground travels inwhile the ocean emits its merciless grinThe gulls far away from this scenic view from shelter will appear since their harvest is dueIts funny when you think of a gentle pouring rainas it d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224059/ and in such a time when the chalk linesthat once showed foul from fairhave long since been blown awaywhen the skeletons of our great cathedralsremember not an anthems noteIn such a time I wish you to know... that which will remain.Though shiny still we may stack automobiles one hundred highto miracu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224058/ Oh Eastern Star Shining down on me I pray this night with all my heartagainst my un beliefGreat is my burden Lord but greater yet to carry a child out of wed lock Great is the distance to return to one's home but greater is that distance madewhen greeted with apathy and shameOh Eastern Star Shining .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224054/ you are always out thereI watch you on the newsI see you with more frequency then the even the most sinister chooseyou've got a strangle hold on virtueyou seduce the desperate into monstrous situationsHate, Greed, and Torture are just some of your creationsyour up upon the rooftops, you’re dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224047/ This is the story of how America lost its dignity in its zeal to win the War on Terrorism: Taxi to the Dark Side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224044/ a call to action http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224042/ Sometimes the doors that lie before us Seem as if they’re miles awaySometimes the fear of what’s before us Clutches your spirit and tells you to staySometimes the voice that's most familiar Is not the best to listen to Sometimes survival hangs in the balance More often than not it‘.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224039/ when you know you’re not invincibleyet you are not scared of deathwhere the focus of your passion is set to music by your breathewhere the enemy is relentlessand the innocent are not sparedwhere the snipers are all around you but once more you are not scared.A dream so important that to wake w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224036/ Dedicated to the life of my Grand Parents Lloyd and Babbs McGee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224028/ A fog so thick in swirrling winds it could choke the light right out of the moonyou press on the path disavowing fearas destiny never springs too soona light far off from your nameless positiona gentle reminderyour not alonelight rubs through the fog so brash like calused fingers through foriegn sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224026/ for the lives lost in Newtown CT at Sandy Hook Elementary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224025/ No weapons have ever God's will replacedNo shield denying His planNo assembly so suitedto spare the doomedby restricting the will of man.No tower so tall to touch His handNo fortress so mighty or stoutto keep out the adverse, untimely, or direto replace destiny with a doubt.Vain is the man or govern.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224022/ Honesty has one pesky flawthe jagged rough edges defining its wall in one hand you hold your plans your dates your mates your traveling bandthat play the tunes that touch your soulthat keep you young and feed the oldbut oh the trips that cramp your grip and loosen the feel of your fingertip as out c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224019/ Baby steps and tired shoulders, the procession through the crowd.Voices meshing into sorrow, as a mother cries aloud.For just one more routine moment, she would gladly take his place.Dust to dust, and ash to ashes, as her tears fall on his face.Just because you cannot see it, doesn’t mean that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224017/ Liberals, conservatives, patriots, lend me your ears; I come here today to bury liberty, not to praise it. The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft decayed with their bones, so let it be with liberty…. Many noble men have told you liberty was ambitious: If it were so, it was a g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224014/ The following was inspired by the message "Throwing Stones" by Talbot Davis of Good Sheppard United Methodist Charlotte NC http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1224012/ The Ballroom seems always too darkIt's hall quite dimly litAn urgency in my soul so strongInsist my legs not sit My arms extended fullyI clutch the first soft handEach number playedin perfect scaleeach selection the choice of the band. Hidden, distant, unseen, uncertainTo a tragic little number we s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/younglefthand/1223669/