http://slow.writerscafe.org/Perdition The original writings of author Perdition en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Offer than your hungergrift asleep and wake acidic monsters that shake mad angels watching over Offer my bones or one lash look, the walks ortalks and haunts that moan my christened day, isn't it a part, some fashionable want that presses your stay, my needsscratches and screams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/3121311/ Dare I voice again thesehours awayinsane this life and pace we take as need from hours to end I stand in the growling rush of what seemsof seems conditionlet not ours be in dying if only from wish to be heardthen dare your color of my sensibilityBut first I do apologize, asthis humble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/3120252/ I breathe in its presence in its mind, the air, everywhereThis meaningless longing that tears at my veinsand every droplet carries a separate name thatcries aloud for a spit of lifeMy bride is that search in wide this yearning  brilliant cups of wine that cannot fill our sufferin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/3119083/ Listen to what, when carries, to what end buries you under. Be of wings of mind, be the body when your heart speaks no more. Be of night soft and riddled even when daylight ascends, and know what roads are lost to journey, what wilderness awaits from the fate of feathers, even now they call you out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/3118956/ Tell me what when of why should streams burn or dry to ruin or should this matter at all I came by words whenever asked my return Ours another life and still I would dieif only you should ask your memory These worldsyours to choose and temper by love’s temper&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/3118921/ It's not the answer I came tosee, watching grey the morning bubbles nirvana igniteNo spiked syringe entering stops the trying I am the sound of that tin cup clink fondling through hollow black rings chiming in and out of a perfect clarity unintelligible axiom air collis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2947084/ Given a gift of both mystery and key, the clock spins away from free, she scales to her Penthouse floor where the crystal glass pours fresh strawberries, a ghostly champagne, chilling near gifts of satin, silk and Bengali mulmul lace, but who could grace her fragrance in such sheets or arms, and wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2946692/ I have lifted the hours to silenceset lies from all remainsand remorse upon the skin with windows cracked to rainBut the want to be of shutter, that row of innocent huethe eye that bends and keeps from nightto reveal what won't construe How they sleep I do not knowHow they dream&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2946422/ There may well bean infinite number of waysto cast the wound An infinite number to bleed the cold journey But I know of only this when made in all certainty come morning death or night Burnt names in handDeceased to processthe feeble corpse tossed over pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2946361/ If you lit this dark room and set aside all that was, every sound stilled in silence that holds you to your eyes, If you take apart the curtains laced in tear and place them again on a melting star-bit night, warm showers untouched, your presence, your past, the hunger to be the thought origina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2945179/ Gold droplet eyesmy water ode my diamond nigh untamedI remember your namedrowned insparkled particles,Drowned in consequence,fondle-green in apple faded worn in jeans you tore down loveI remember you saying everything would fall  into Hemingwayinto raininto armsOr .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2943462/ All seams still as morning weaves on-granules, shades as shuts the billowing wings bent shades to shadows forced on sillYet staring in, as if appearing tobe more than just injections And so more thimbled glass between I, with you collected shards remembering n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2943079/ So where have those softer eyes been hiding, black shades, spearing gods of mind, torn wings on life-scented leaves, sweetly gathering, a ship of twilight and moon's ghost where you bathe. I think of you in waves, born from the undercurrent, days so far from linen and vastly asleep wrapped in summer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2939010/ Torn aside, you walk the lace in crescent moon at three a.m, I am still falling, you pass me by, I turn to your laurel lips, curving hips pressed as something inside me dies, somehow, whenever you're near, whenever I hear you smile, whenever these wanting hands guide me slowly, as your silence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2929887/ Drawing back in a mesh of disease,  puddling Sunday's memory,I remember being ofthe ill as the pleased with being bothmisunderstood asunderwhelmed Lions lie still solong enough to drink their clap-jawed valleya simplicity as no lack in language mightpresumeor in the mere willingn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2926928/ What runs from these moments, leaning in to adjust towards the sun, serving in to settle on a sum of steel, a hood then sixteen surely it was never meant for escaping into a talk or discussions in some polarized cafe, but instead for making just the footage from the film, pictures of where I was aim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2926529/ This may change...though I should doubt it. Oh, and Happy New Year to all in appreciation for always such my inspiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2925099/ Bottles and midnight tilt in candled opera light across my cold and colorless room..all sins here unfold and have forgotten, as with the days too far for such a mind and heart at ease. Oh, please forgive,  for there was a time I will confess that mattered, the way that spring jabs at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2924867/ Slight hipped in pathology the ocean patterns mesand-scorched, sound fossilbrims of pregnancy where blood and day formswhere the severance rains concrete eyes staband slips a sleepy autonomyI'll chase the never lastingbeginning with a senseless sense of selfbut some by somecolours in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2924649/ Ever so casuallyit happens Veins split into fingerprintsa sieve punctures the heart and bulleted thoughts are followed The horroring crash of everythingyou stumble some epithetical divinitythe quiet harsh silence echoesdrip by drip comesthe old new prayersYou scramble into shards.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2924561/ Let’s leave, you and Inot leavecome winterweaved as ripple thoughts dust on painter's walls for lifeto greetLet’s walk, as would the rain, intosteel willing veins, over wrong mottled right, invite your window rats habitual as a summer's breezeWe long gave awaythe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2924272/ There was a life I recall, it was more than just a page, more than just the wild nature of youth.  More than just hands fevered into sunlight,ions peaked from ions crumbled. A place I still remember.  A time when there was time enough, spring from the lilacs bloomed in the honey bee eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2918115/ To make some distance by end, your life, a voice, the sound of breaking glass, our world, the wilderness of water abortion and the sun barely risen from the sheets burns a thread through the shoulder in time displaced pretension. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2912388/ Come high the water, or grain van gogh colored plainscome its sin, come distance The spear in scruff to strugglecome the gavel or the charm the hard enough to hold the pardoning and scold we all must claimand trot to passage in the black of qualia Come Niagara, come hell or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2907785/ I fell into the warm dripping thigh and abyss of a mental rat-tat-tat on my way to coffee. Woke as arisen, perfectly odd spiral-shaped peel in the bedlam's teeth mired kitchen. Had thirty odd messages on my "who gives a f**k" and both my eyes were bleeding. Always these vinyl tapped old piano s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2903800/ Rain, you visit in times of pablumwhen the heart has puddled and I am threeboth murk and waterun-spectacled Brahman Winter you descend as words incarnatecollaged and pooras all journeys beginso all journeys endSun of spring I am soothed by yourremnants lucidity a sedantarybut come thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2903557/ Yeah… This is my favorite time of year when all the colors change and the nights are a little softer and the morning seeps into the veins like a restless tiger. I put a jacket on and slip the blue backbone of the sky, let it steal my mind and heal the mounting roars that nibble their own l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2903532/ First shades always seem silty and slow, from the weeping of black to the silver scales in salmon river blue. Abounding, as if in spontaneity, in glossolalia, the stridulation of Autumn legs. And in this, the signature of another winter, the miracle of morning that wakes me. Here is your glacial sym.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2903511/ I think I've finally fallen into itor maybe I've just gone madMaybe I've just become the reflection ofthis cricketThe chirping ancillarywater soundsBeads of will-berriesbeads of silkwormDrooped leaflets swirling I think I may have finally gone madreached far further than I should have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2888708/ Come with me come awhileamong the wild reeds and bursts ofgeese in alltheir wings in offerings We’ll set a bed of nettles  of leaves and smaller things taken as a tendering for thesleepy hillswild hands among the wildflower Come morningcome dressed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2888659/ She was a woman that much I know Though I'll never understand such a thing that opens closed in wings and turns towardlight and pours in froth in spite of this Or from wherever this blessed river runslike an anthem cursed with life         the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2881859/           What is it                 when the waters of the dream         seem still,              When the shutter speed           &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2872573/ I asked myself oncehow I viewed this world,that presence sometimes deafening sun perched and simpering on my shoulderand in that ease and eve of the balconies where you left mewhere you went to eavesdrop on some magnolia breeze my thoughts still breached on inner fractionsI staggered to my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2869805/ Nod to the cursed gods in poetry and self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2869681/ It's not when you're undefinedor when they come to you ill concerned or unreliabledisturbed by the presence in your truth A mind filled in its notiontears away from the heartIt starts the same as with the madman when the rage in your weight force ascendsregard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2869634/ Give me death..write me of sin and war, grant me heaven’s end and remember the days when we walked alone without the aid of gods, without the warmth and sun or sage to place the spikes and govern over as if we were tools, fools and  destined to an end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2869481/ Then came the hour of wounded light when all was gone portioned to recurrent voiceswhere the stars would embrace their endas if to wrong the right derangedfor this darkness all but aborted It was here here where I walked my wounds the mindless road s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2869448/ Recollection of how I felt after the first read of "The Age of Reason" by Mr. Paine. all too many, many years ago. "Human...all too human" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2867976/ I came here when the walls were still wetsilhouettes of Ezra lingered 'bout the hallsand the cafè had just openedI remember the scent fresh new chairs with bodies and blood thumpingthe red carousel that later broke andthe laughter up on the rooftop on starry summer nightsI made frie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2867443/ Sometimes when you askI study the backsteps,the treasures from my dayplaces where you've taken me and why SometimesI study the mountains formed within my fear where the river drowns beneath my throatThings I'll studystep by stepbackwardsSometimesI simply hold a stone in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2867181/ It was a quiet roadpages and led, clouds drifting the number eleven following us close behind giant gray moth and holidays with wings wide spreadyou said something surreal, I can almost hear it nowsomething profoundI jerked the wheel caroling us off and downdown and onward into that bliss .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2866071/ I'll share with you adream I hadsweetly, our bodies pure, poured inthe silver drops of autumn rainas closely I held youThe window slipped in cloudspressed and opened to the little thingsto the wondrous thingsI felt your first kiss of Octoberthe sun flooding in with life  and all with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2865107/ Then once I became the pageI tore away my veilstained mysheets with madnessForfeiting the right pill of prison the assurant white crescent  death without lifeYes I am crucified to my thoughtsa prince ridiculousbut what the f**k did I say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2862774/ Is it done the question begs across her hipssliding up to close the shades amber slit of sun burns awayAnd sometimes you wake just barely enough to see it To feel the world trembling in her handscounting footsteps to the floorcounting hours she grips at air and believesthis battl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2862711/ Don’t think you’ve escaped itIf you mustthan go it aloneWalk until the furthest endof yourselfSpit into your cup, see if there is blood there Then you'll knowBut not a second before waste your time on a taste that you’ll survive thisNo one ever has bes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2862594/ I live in the threads of a web soaked countrycounting tentacle roadsthe crows and old ghosts circling  my rusty antenna like the wailing songs beneathmuseum airplanes stapled to their scaffold of sky A broken sign guides me towards the northern starwhere I am waiting fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2858904/ A sipa breathand then madnessHow often we live withoutwhere the color of summer grows wildand the autumn apple still nesting in the branch nothing but grief to settle usnothing but joyYou came looking But     no I did not hold a keyI did not grant forgivenessf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2858303/ Soon the rumors came roundBlue birds, red capped robinsnaps of the Black-billed magpieAnd from all of this pander came the infinite propagationface to face with her morningThere wasn't much to offerbit of night from my hands But once intendedI found myself obliged walking be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2855801/ Truibtle back at ya for having questions and songs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2849006/ May or may not delete the other version...time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Perdition/2848539/