http://slow.writerscafe.org/andrais31 The original writings of author Matt DeFranco en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I looked into your eyes quickly,the weight of the world fellswiftly.And apart I was from apart.It's a spell,sometimes the heart.....the art that itdesigns. Emotions that wordscan't find. And I......you the words don't seem to pay.It was the day before yesterday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1803721/ HOW RIGHT AND WRONG WE ARE If we only ever realized how right and wrong we are... ...thankful for misgiving, that keeps a bending arch And fattest in our nature will ever steal the thin, of status that will always feel a burning in our skin A dark step tears a corner to our path These numbers neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1364125/ Uncanny are your rays, the sun of your life, the day… …breaching the night. As your dawn defines freedom. And away comes… I hope… …and even undelivered I smile, just a sliver. Cause I know that you are real. That even through nothing, you reveal. And away come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1362647/ He inhaled the midnight air,under the street lampamongst a satyrdrooping over.His arms werebound but golden to his eyes.And as his tears fell inward......his aura expired.Praise to the flickeringlight and thespirits' command.Just one touchfrom the quota death required.And his call was weak,laden to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1360137/ SERVICE" Shall I not indulge in the receiver, overshadowing the element of giving.Stealing not the underlying gift of redemption. And within the depths may I see who needs, as shallow I sail my own. That infinitely I share my substance, while self-suffering I forever protest. Matt DeFran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1357869/ Today is the day....Today is the day that I open my eyesAnd shed the fear that dims my lightThis day nor any will I succumbTo the mediocre lifeHave we blindly come?What leads what guides, oh convictionOur deepest resent, our own afflictionDo we strangle or hold frail .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1348919/ She described the man to them..."His presence could shift yourbeingIt was like flashes of the most radiantlight mingled with undefinable obscurity.He was merely a humanbut transcended every formality of nature.And gloom shadowed his wordsthat penetrated sorrow.A sage?A savant?Afflicted, I felt.A gen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1326397/ The question isn't that if clones exist how they would have a soul, but how some humans with souls act as though they have none already. M.A.De. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1326248/ Internalize your Eternity...M.A.De. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1325963/ "Love doesn't take a long time to be, But it takes forever to maintain..." M.A.De. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1325961/ Today, am I living with a fullness of passion? Am I demanding from life impulsive or indecent opportunities, or vivid and valuable conquests? Am I seeking the greatest of me so that I see the greatest in you? Today…am I conscious? M.A.De. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1325957/ "There is no honorable person with any magnitude of success that doesn't attribute the ones they love as their greatest achievement."   Matthew A.DeFranco http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1325949/ I just wanted to feel and wanted you to feel with meBut I was a diseaseaccomplished in complimenting freakMy cheeks wererosy redmostly from all the blood ran to my headand I, instead of change sought throughyou what already coursed my veins"Insane", they alwayssaidI with the lies, and the grains I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1319669/ "Sometimes we have to spoon feed our passion to others or they fly away" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1317248/ If the pursuit if love, real love, and not just to beloved but to love, is overwhelmed by any other ambition than that ambition isat risk of being void. For if genuine love is not the impetus of all things thanall things will fail. And in all ambitions if one is guided by love whethertod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1316194/ This is what I have for you,I believe it is everything...a womancan want or need from a mandesperate for your happiness,that in the depths of dark mysteryyou might wade through my soul as shallow waterand get lost then guided back with lights you've never seen shine so luminously,into my arms, aslee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1316160/ One of the gravest of diseases is presupposition. Misconceptions or labels we put on a group or an individual based on the short-sighted or short lived experience we had with that particular entity or organization.             &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1315629/ I see you walking on the leftside of the roadBut left is right the other way yougoAnd I know, you know more or less than meYour face be but a blurunless I chooseto seeSo make me believe yourinterpretationAre you criminal or copin this plethoricworld of investigationswhile nations rise and fallt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1315103/ Hail, to destiny and all that itaccounts!For, I will not wind like a toy or hang as a puppetBut through desire,through painmight purpose become itI do not know with my eyesbut I see,love and things way beyond what seems.I feel the soil, with my handbut does that mean I've felt the unearthed parts of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1314985/ And we gazed upon the mass constructed, entranced by power and love ever-showing with ducts of spirit eyes overflowing. And all-knowing we embraced, with lines of Eternal bounds we traced. And we took our place, arms around one another’s shoulders as a thousand moons garnished the sky the S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1312697/ I lay the broken glasson the sandwhere-unto shards at sea of broken plan...The world is behind me...And I,with my palms up,am knee high.As I blink the rainthat falls with skyAnd still alive,and still aliveI walk along the effervescentshoreMy toes feel the waterand my soul wants moreAnd then warn, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1310510/  Youth, she shines with transcendingessenceAnd not just her beautybut herpresence For in her life it is not merely herwords or how kind,but her eyes that define And from the depths of hersouldoes she emitsomething.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1309906/ There are shock wavesthat shakethe existenceof what'swaiting to explode inside us.Forsaking meritocracyand the"Daily News,"the yearnings for fame that blind good character.The fear of being alone that leaves us only as spectators.When the lava rises up in uswill we paleWill we let the hope of mere g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1309430/ "This piece is about letting go and moving onward. Flying if you will away from past barriers and onto new hopeful endeavors." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1307311/ Avast, the shadows cry and crumbleShan't there be moreafflictionJust the waves of lifeand the tides you'veenvisionedAt last you can sharethose beliefs,those days in the sunyou knew were somethingmeant to meanSailing for thosedreams,you knew would one day be.M.A.D. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1306990/ I don't know what sometimes takes thattingle awayYou know when it's like 'the wind grazes your souland everything is serenityAnd the rifts of life fillwith a soothing ignoranceof understanding....completeAnd fate closes it'seye for a bitwhile it restswith satisfactionand the Sun takes aim tokindness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1306421/  Oh, "scientists" whoknow whatmustWhat disregardformightWho deliver all thingsspoken withno pending rightsOh, you who presupposeunjustfailing simple patterns,failing to find the purerform of atomsBinding ways hedged upto revealIn seeking the truth it's thetruth youstealAnd every examinationwith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1305665/ There is but truththat echosbeyond our affairsAnd disposing lovehence, unconditional matterThis energy what truth and love doth driveEscorting hopeof better daysor keeping of thus,presentAnd this lifeavowed to all.....pondering the SunThat it shinestranscendingsightyetnourish in excessBlind as we ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1303958/ Are we just trying toget to anothersideshifting for ourown,puzzled by what's notAnd yet it seems that as a masswe are fickleThat between good andevil be systems,infinitum of how to live...But behold one preceptso engaging as todefine the prose ofimmortalityAnd not merely to live forever but to thriv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1301598/ The prisoner rests..mistaken by a thousandmorals,depleted of proof  prevailingAll his hope exchangedfor whimsical conceptions And burning doesn't burn likehis,streaking and constantly aliveWherewithal he knows his existence, untuned and tamedHis fortune shinedbefore hislast....conscious misdeed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1299484/ Tried beyond submissionand yet walks in the shadowsSometimes cars drive byand he thinks"maybe they'll save me,maybe they'll change me"It's always dark and he's alonethere's no smile that can overcome it,the muse of a thousand lies,a thousand tearsat nothingAnd he cries cause heknowsthat he can't bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1298601/ " Not For sale"  For Saledoes not feedechelons of existence.And powerdoes not maintainpurpose.The values ofthe sincereheartdo not dispelwhat hatredstarts.And onlyapartis sometimes what keeps  one sane.No matter how much the pain,no matter how much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1298363/ Lo, as I sift the dust that complimentsmy palpable inhibitions Abject yet content,disoriented yet blitheFor where is one man great not settled in the abyssOne who's not reached beyond hisown and cried for the magnitude of safetyBeyond all strength and pain, all recompense and avariceit shone...Who w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1297964/ There is a dichotomyto lifeOne that oppositesinciteAnd we always shame oneor a another,"if he's not against me than he is my brother"But what of the others,are they not breathing tooIs it enough to love muchbut hate a fewAnd what about the burdennestled in ourmindsThe one that draws us todestroydesp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1296320/ So this is sickness...I see your fragile kneesprobably from theChristmas'sspent only with figurines.He's got kind of a different grin.Does he know that wherehe lacksleaves only placefor moresin?Not quite becoming,scarcely inglamour'slight.A blazer withglassesbut she doesn't hide howkind."Do you have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1295302/ May I claim thatbeauty differsfromsex...For one is feeling,sensualorfierceThe other is hidden or revealed according to whatappealsSo one feels whatit feelsthe othersees what itknowsOne transcendstouchthe othergoeswhere itgoesIf these twocan be one...One is impulseand lifethe other brings color towhi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1294564/ If I had everything I needed,everything I wanted would I still be inspired toinspire?With but a twist can dropand force fireAnd everything goeseven the basementwhere hollowthings restand everymisplacement So I forge myname intoamenitiesgrantingeveryepitomeAnd behold my way is drawn,calledfrom despon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1294059/ And I’ve wondered all alongIf my dreams were merely dreamsIf I could have been a part of…That I should have been thereThat the one’s I’ve meant toembrace,have laughed and criedwill live and diewith me. Will I strive to salvage?Combat pity and regret?Stare fate in the ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1291734/ Oh, ineffable ambitionIf only these wordsbrought you to fruitionI pass you by throughoutthe day I see the the magnificenceattempted displayedAs I whisper with old truthsand hidden values reveal themselvesWhen time stopsand my fearswield but wiltOh, ambition if I could only attain,if I could see a pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1291474/ I would feel myself at timestaken awayIndulged in all that appeals to feelingSettled in the morass of delusionCumbered with the completenessof confusion and away...And the moonlight flickered an ambiance of dismal anddelightful offeringsWithin I recoiled, partly taken and awayI'd juggle the justice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1281460/ I wrote this in May of 2011 departing circumstances that were ineffably painful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1280371/ It is an arduous task..severed from youwhen all for eternityour lights mingled,illuminatingtimeAnd our whispers of love fogged the backdropof life to comeAnd your beauty breathed the essenceof defining traitsAnd you were less concernedwith moralitiesSeeing the souls in needwaiting to bestow benevole.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1279183/ The seas rest,As I turn my headWhere memories were once,Faded dreamsNow within my ethos screams.... Deliver the truth,Oh agendaWill this muse last forever? Recanting the youth ofObscure notionsAlways wandering forExotic potions.. Will you immerse,Amongs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1276369/ Will pride take over principle?And what doth thou tradefor naught?A house,a high,something they gotUh, something you bought..And turn away from freedomstrive for something less than you believe inIt's the source,take it at the rootdon't blind your eyes to feel if you can chooseIt's better you...Rid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1275475/ Heads pass by without attentionEveryday thoughts turn from intentionTo live to die on these roads we lie and we drive,we lie and we driveWhy can't I mergeWhy can't I touch,your constant lines....why they mean so much?I see the burned fields abandoned graceI wonder if my field hold's harvest to takeI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1274761/ "This poem is for anyone who understands the agony of bondage and the freedom of recovery...from anything." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1272585/ I've always lived in a different worldan ethereal ecstasyWhere I would feel your voiceand hear your eyes. But you were so evasivechanging namesand trading faces. How I got lost in the locks of yourhair how they teased my fingers when you were not there. And I'd shift galaxies to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1270691/ My eyes a-light in darknessIngrained with faith andloveAnd blink I do in brightnessDespite pride and fear I know This blood pumps through my heartAlthough it's crimson toneNo power in my words or voice..or "INVINCIBLE EGO"This strength of strainThis mind of of mineNo man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1270090/ Variables Might not I ever supposethat I always know,what's in the heart of anotherand read the quotesand covet the notesthat ravage thetruthasunder. While judgement is gameand strives for famemay I seebackwards and under...This list I havefor the ill....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1270077/ How sacred this nightand every other moon dispensed to usHow grateful the lessonsof abidingfor we all are a partand a part of... we all are forThe living..and the passersthereofThe in-love's and thelove withinOh, how harmony grins... Doth the auranot shinebeyond our productivityas if perhapsit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrais31/1270075/