http://slow.writerscafe.org/Manche The original writings of author Manche en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116691 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How many lives will it take,to fill the void, never to awake;in body of water, with hands of clay,out of the furnace, state of decay,the structure of bones, four pillars of man,written in stone, high above the land,stood temple of gold, through gates of ram,beneath the sky, blood of the lamb,over th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1306049/ On bed in stillness of night,body is sleeping, projecting light,in the absence of dreams, presence of sight,lantern is burning, turn left or go right,passage is hidden, letters reveal,to gain entrance humble might kneel,on top of the hill in the morning Sun,the oracle has spoken, at da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1267707/ From flower in bloom,by ring of golden Sun,in soil of her love questionable is man,shades of blue and cloud of an eye,drop of ink, creature near by:"Hear waters below,on bridge you shall stand,feeble might try but strong will mend,to reach the temple passage might dry,light the can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1267102/ Sitting in the circle,room is spinning around,silence is haunting, screams below the ground,where one lie still, in eternal rest,candle is burning, blood upon his chest,with sword in hand, shield beneath his brow,in broken shackles Templar was found;severed head, body was drowned, eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1266665/ Cottage, dusty broom,bright light shadows gloom,broken window, taste of blood,creature crawling, drag through the mud,shattered door, absent sight,bashed head met the might,in secret language, below castle rock,tribe has spoken,raven walk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1266141/ Rose pedals on the bed, candle light,pillow shred, curtain caressed by wind,  burning essence, dark skin, in the castle,unveil by pen, milk bath, lemon scent,moonlight, marble floor, clothes have left,bare through door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1265685/ In the pale of the Moon, by vertical of an eye,night painted blue, raven flew by,through times of new, with days of old,where mist once raised, dead on the floor,to light up the sentence, reach for the door,the curse is cast, shadow on the wall,listen, can you hear them crawl, in nights .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1265241/ In the shadow, behind the tree,on the meadow, bend your knee,down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,no chance given, could you tell,on a knife-edge, head or tail? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1264714/ Hello my friend, stranger walk by,borrow a moment, spare me your lie,through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,below absolute zero, someone will die;sentence to rambler, apple hereby,flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,in front of the riddler second might try,get out of here mort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1264216/ Walking threw the mist of the night,on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,of those who might be lost, homeward bound,as we raven through this hollow ground.Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1263713/ Forgive me Father for I have sinned,for being born with you to begin,its been a long time since my last confession,I don't wont your blessing,lies and resurrection.I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,cant stand my own kind,humble in hate,I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be sav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1263212/ In the attic, above wooden floor,through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,near the broken window and glass of the sore,hiding in the shadows,bloodstains on the wall.Number nine,house at the end of the street,where lights are low,where silent never sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1262705/ A serpent underneath blue sky,beneath the shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove;contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,mothers do pray while we walk through B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1262279/ Look upon city once known by name,ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,in time alive shell not witnessless of what should you understand,reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;in signs that might be changing welcome,different of a man.When dawn awakes and there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manche/1261713/