http://slow.writerscafe.org/baronej5 The original writings of author Joe Barone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775467051 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I unveil myself.i am a mysterious warrior fighting for kingdomsi can call to make rise or fall these worldsi am mentally fit, strategic to say.i know plans and words.i am an embodiment of power and glory.i will succeed.i will win.i am ingenious and i create.i live tonightrobust and quickgo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1286334/ we as humans, are rawwe are not, pristine, pure, chaste. we have evolved, ascendedfrom our descendantsthat cover our worldin grasses and honeys and waters and airs.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1281395/ i feel likei am running a raceand i'm sweating and i'm tired and my knees are about to give inand it is so painful to breathe. and then i get so close to the finish lineand you're not even thereto give me a sip of water.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1273004/ colors of a prism flow inside of mered to orange, then orange into yellowyellow into a green, green into a blueand blue into an indigo/ violet color.each color containing different qualities of my spiritual being. i dance with masters and lives of the pasti feel the healing and loving ener.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1270533/ and i wish that you could love meand if you already dothen i wish i could just feel that because i feel so aloneand tired, hurt, played, destroyed by your everlasting presence.when i dress up in those fancy clothesand tie that tie tightly around my neckwhen i comb my hair backand shave eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1268138/ these voicessound, ring, blastthrough these earsi hear the words, phrasesa man, his voicetells me the common thingsi do not remember nor care to recallthe shivers travel throughmy exhaustedbody, soul, mindbefore i sleep,and thenthe dayisthe worst,these imagesfade, disappearintoth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1267311/ glowing embersand grey smokeare the only thingsvisible in the darkofour night.we lie down and wespeakof our bitter pastsexperiencesyet we state how we will changeas i take in and exhale the smoke i look at youyou intellectuallystimulate electric mindstwo of a kind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1267307/ i wrote this while i was on speed (pretty much a poem about when i did pills) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1267304/ and sometimeswe act recklessand carelessbecause maybethat is howwe truly feeland how we want to treat ourselves. we drink and do drugswe smoke cigarettesfilter and allwe wake in strange housesparty with strange peopleingest strange things.that make us see things andfeel funnyand that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1267297/ going to post more writing, just really wanted to share this. it's pretty self explanatory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baronej5/1267293/