http://slow.writerscafe.org/NomadKing1971 The original writings of author NomadKing1971 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092290 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's time to face this compromise, between, reality's flight, and the path I would like; for the day and the night cross, to create a blur-forced now, to focus, to come back;sub-conscious world, this conscious world, won't leave me be. O molester of thoughts, my tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527260/ Invisible spirits on the wall, shapeless, endless, do tell all; mysterious mirror, i don't like what i see, this person in front of me, is not who he wants to be. Memories fade, the shadowy abstract, a dark witness to the very beginning; sweet revenge as they cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527254/ Hairline fracture of faith, don't force it, let it consume you, jump in the river, your body is the canoe; as cycles and past lives collide, you must survive the parallel, there is a truth in hell. Ministry of persistance, come back next week, it takes years to sink i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527133/ government's injunction, human compliance, puppet's function. emotional bankruptcy,day's end, similarities unbound. night's regeneration,made essence tolerable,the morning reward. depraved candor,hidden within, replication-mass assimilation. assist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527128/ we are leaving disease, we are leaving cures, we are leaving dead leaves, we are leaving death, for sure. how will they know what they want, if all they know, is all that we've left? computer chips, virtual sex, games more real, than life is-a history, in which,they hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527122/ Leave this shell of discontent, and think of the hours on waste we've spent, smooth children of sin-the happy memorizers; pinholes in eyelids, through which light has permit. The crazed enforcers pushed me to believe, the heavenly message, the one I never recei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527117/ We are nothing, but glamorous animals, trying to create a heaven on earth. Condescendance permitted, within contempt, on natures behalf. O mother, punish me, send me to my room, where realms await, mind's inquisitive probing, but first; let me watch slaughter, ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527115/ NO! don't hang her. precipitation of self pity, globules of anger, breached the walls of sanity.the dolls neck slipped the noose. Starting so young these days.worldly whirlwind transformation,lazy days walking the streets, that era now forever gone. Roads scar the fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527111/ Watchful Eyes Dome of blue-watchful eyes, looking in, wondering when? Dome of black-watchful eyes, looking out, wondering who? back and forth, the game continues;back and forth, the mind ensues. Formerly sane,must endure evil's stain, must endure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527106/  Green dreams, and pharaoh parades,the new humans must be re-madeagain and again; new words and new sins, we must conform as technology's soulless control takes over; things are not really what they seem,dormant questions lay in your mind, continuously and foreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/527104/ This is from my book titled, 'Mystic Corners, and the Small Print World'.....copyright 1997 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NomadKing1971/526462/