http://slow.writerscafe.org/UrbanHermit The original writings of author UrbanHermit en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009975 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We crave judgment dayto come and take our pains awayWe crave an end to the showand to get rid of or foea suicidal speciesbent on our deathtired of troubleswe seek the last breatha million people emptying oceansa million more clearing treesanother million who choke the airwith a invisible toxic breez.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1256733/ How balancedis a balancethat leaves no roomfor the unbalanced?Extreme Yingives way to and becomesExtreme YangDoes a fake smilefeel betterthan honest tearsand truthful anger?a man rides an oxor does the oxride the man? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1256727/ I in sinNo cares for the worldDevils million childrenI in sinVillainous venomous loveI in sinDeath's best friendUnderworlds citizenAfter all you mustLove yourself   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1255718/ we laughedwe laughed as he labored through the streetswith sweat on his browwe laughedas he carried his heavy burdenon his bruised and bloody backwe laughedas children threw stonesand people mocked his wayswe laughedbecause he had it comingwho was he to question us?who was he to talk about what we d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1255363/ For those I've lovedI have this to say:I have no wordsI have no wordsto describe to youwhy I did what I didwhy I stabbed at us bothwith rusty bladesI have no wordsto tell you howit is easier for me to attackand suffer new woundsthen pick at the old scabs on my heartthat still bleed freshjust underne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1255295/ a short little dark comedy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252570/ I met an ageless merchanta seller of wondrous thingshe wore a turban with a rubyhe had azure feathered wingshe kept a purple tentin darkest greenest woodsan on top a golden tableis where he shows his goodsi bought from him an egoto replace the one i hadhe proposed a kind of tradeof which we both wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252561/ they drank and danced in the graveyardout on the edge of townthey didn't know the bodiesburied undergroundso they didn't see the problemor the disrespectthey found all that out laterwhen their car was wrecked http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252556/ I had a dreamwhere i was the center ofthe universeit sounds good but really it went from badto that much worseall creation  all lifeall thought  all emotionall beingit weighed on my hollow soul and sent my mind reelingthe pressure to greatand it came from allsidesand i felt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252554/ to bare the forceof morning sunis to communewith the oneas a mothattracted by flamewe become engulfedin cosmic gamewe're always movingwe're always stillwe're frozen heatwe're atomic chillwe are the allthe all is onewe learn all thisin morning sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252531/ the Apocalypse camevery late one nightand i awoke the next dayto find i had missed it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252075/ The Bodhisattvas of yesterdayare not the spiritual teachers of todaythe bodhisattvas of yesterdayare todaythe people who do not hesitateto give a stranger a light or the timeor some changeThe bodhisattvas of yesterdayare todaythe teachers that know enoughnot to stress to muchabout there students gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252074/ all my emotions and thoughtsare flowers and grass in a fieldthe field goes threw day and nightbut it is the same fieldit changes colors and patterswith the weather and the seasonsbut it is the same fieldgreenredyellowpurplebluegreywhiteblackthe field knows all these colorsbut it is still the same fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252070/ One last snarl of thunderbefore we dieone last bellow of wind consumed by flamea final belch of cosmic significancethe ego is a cowon it's way to the slaughterhouse of lifea cow with a million eyesit diesnauseous and noisyit is guts and bones groundto one pink and bloody massand all along the treadm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252067/ on noble born angels of flesh and bloodand bonewho's soul is it that chases ghosts?who's soul is it that creates phantoms?who's soul is it that watches the process?who's soul is it that can change?where is the eternal deathless soul'that does not know timeor spaceand is beyond the limits of wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252046/ Dead golden paper leavesfalling of the sleeping brown stone like treessilver skies and black nightcrickets chant there final peaceful blessingon cathedrals of bare branches and bushesdeadand silentand coldlife at last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252036/ i watch a big blue flyin its last moments of lifehis wings do not lift him anymorehe cannot climb the glass window between him and the outside worldhe lands on his backlegs and wings buzzing in vainhe crawls slowly and stops often.other smaller flies begin to move inas he tries to hide his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252035/ there is an ancient creatureattached to mewith its claws and teethand tentaclesattached to my balls and assa hungry greedy thingan old relicfrom our days as wormson the ocean floorit's claws are bloody with desireand it has dozens of dead and thoughtless eyeswhat does this elder crustacean want from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252032/ I saw a manwith super human hairthrowing rocks and cursesat the riverhe would scream like an animaland shake his fistand his painted cardboard signshowed the state of his mindwith its red blue and green stars and shapes and the only wordswritten in blacksaidding dong dingwe can't all be geniuse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252030/ watching bubbles of lightin black sky oceansthey surroundand consume usUs, who have placed ourselves betweenthe goddess of loveand the god of warand we keep swimmingin the ocean of nothingon our own ball of rockwhich we've named for our good soilas we surround and devour the lightgiven to us by a bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252026/ We've never been therenot reallynot yetit is to far for awayto hard to seeand form ideas aboutbut it's therewe catch squinted glimpses of itlate at nightalonein mountain passesclose to deathand we feel itand we want more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252018/ the cosmic burp bubbleof the drunken monkey godburst with the blossoming of beer flowersand whiskey birdsthe monkey gods third eye opensreveling that nothing exists inside his haloand everything outsideis crystal clear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252013/ look uplook up past the sky at nightpast the cloudsthe moonthe starslook up into that infinite oceanof nothingof the the empty spacebetween beingslook up past forever and everpast the futurebeyond the pastlook uppast the mirror of soulsthe mirror of lifethe mirror of deathlook uppast yellow and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252012/ crucified wordslitter street and buildingsand the guts of this old buscrucified wordswhose only crime was serving to wellin Ceasers empireCrucified wordsput on display to weaken there powerby masters who know how dangerouswords can be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252009/ I pass threw the librarylooking for wisdomlooking for lovelooking for lifelooking.158.102chickens soup for the american idolhow to meditate179.9no enemy to conquerperfection201.4for the glory of godpeace be upon you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252006/ well life really is a strange tripit's ups and downs they always seem to flipand I can seem to get my head on straightor see a difference between free choice and fatefirst we're dead and then we're born and thenwe cycle through the whole thing over againand it don't matter where we rise or fallcause.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1252005/ a million electric addictsslamming two dimensional hallucinations into there four dimensional mindsand million electric addictswho can put down the cellphoneor controlleror keyboardfor fear of withdrawala million electric junkieswhose million dollar habit fuel a billion dollar industryand chokes the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251993/ Melancholy is my saviorhot brown suicide in tall glass bottlesand it is god who reaches for the glassand it is god who fills it to the topand it is god who slams itcoughsthen fartsand I thank god that's all there is to doand the grey cold thoughts are still and deepa frozen lakeMelancholy is my savi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251991/ Happinessthe new poison for the millennial massessold in self help books by spiritual pushersand emotion pimpssold as a needle, to shoot into armsbetween toesand into eye socketssold to the millions of dull yoga mindsand blank stare BuddhasConsumerist Zen, trademarkedsold in diet formin cansand arti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251987/ Jack clenched his cheeks together. Another wave of gut-quivering and sweaty chills swept over him, moving from stomach to spine and from there to his limbs, his taint, his tongue. “Jesus, what did I eat?”  he asked himself in silence.He took his bike to work this morning. saving gas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251663/ Spiderslayer of fliesspinner of websmother of thousandsdevourer of loversonce a queen in the rose bushnow curled up and buried deepmade still by a waspparalyzedas new lifechews its wayto your heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251658/ what is it like to die?said the spider to the flyand the fly for his partgave a lovely little startand responded with something like this:oh cruel ladywho taunts and mocksi feel my being thrashed by rocksthis path of deathyou send me downis into a strangegrey silent townmy life was shortbarely today.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251657/ I awaken with the crowsand the blackbirds sing to me as i arisethey call to mebeckon me into the streets and shopsand sidewalks of the damnedwho have long agoturned to swineI awaken with the crowsand ravens magpies and jaysthey dance and feedand killthe garbage in the alleyand the road killed squirr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251656/ to go to workto slave awayto count down the minutesthe hoursthe daysto mangle my handsto burnand to sweatto distract myselfand try to forgetto run from my lifein the work that i doto ignore all the painthat tries to get thru http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251654/ soakedsoppingcoldand wetwaiting for a busto take me to a placei do not want to gosoakedsoppingcoldand wetmy clothes are heavywith a dripping weightand a puddle formsbeneath where i standsoakedsoppingcoldand wetthe currents of a flooded guttercarries the million ripplesof a billion dropsdown the stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251653/ one foot in the fireone foot in the graveone foot in freedomon foot enslavedone foot in sanityone foot insaneone foot that can beone foot that becameone foot in heavenone foot on the groundboth feet on the fenceboth feet walking round http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251651/ pass thru this lifepay it no mindChange is the only thingthat is truly changelessand so four quartersstill make a dollar.do you remember the thingsyou never knew?the dollar is down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UrbanHermit/1251650/