http://slow.writerscafe.org/OccamsPhazer The original writings of author Odysseus Wanders en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996246 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hit em in the head with the honey,bee a killer.Build a hive.Have a mind.Buzz with your businessand sting what you will-My Sunflower.Like a faithful dog nose to treat.Following you.Across the sky.Smiles to your sun.The occasional cloudgrippens me.A storm bigger maytake a town or city whole.Lost them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1331818/ My threads to the world, invisible to my eyes-Never have I been so blinded.Like some cave creature, feeling around for food.And fair of skin,for lack of light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1331816/ The pain backs me up,like rearview mirrorsin life.'Objects' are closer than they appear.More fearful too.One dinosaur in mine-Always.Sometimes on the horizon.Sometimes behind the hill.Sometimes struggling to squeeze between the trees I travel.Always hunting me...Its small eyes do not even need to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1331814/ What do I find when I peek over the edge,but another edge?Its edgy... all the way down...As far as I can see.They all seem just fine to hang from,with one, being no better than another.And up...?All I see is cliff. As far as my eye does see.Me on lifes wall, seemingly always in the middleof equ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1331812/ Today's a day that I cannot whip out a poem.To bad to. I'd whip that little f****r good!Teach little poem a lesson. Make little poem pay for hiding away-For thinking it knows what's best,S**t eating grin n all.Know it all little poem.Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you.Poor poem...S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1331808/ The Lotus and the WolfAlways seem to never stray far,one from the other.Least one root, and the other wander,forever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1327124/ Little poem posing for posterities sakepurportedly pondering the possibilitiesof placing purpose aside in exchangefor placating the punishing which most assuredly will come. Little poem puckers up anyways... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1322761/ Am i not in a love mood,just because i do not not bring you flowers,or kiss your face sweet upon first enteringthis room built for two?Am i not...though i drag my feetexhausted from life...?Must always my lovelike a beamblast throughall that would surround?Must i...must I dance a quickened tune.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1320527/ .... as if i have nothing better to do... i sit here purposely to ponder pictures of times past, moments precious, and love felt... for the love that i have lost... my tears point a path to some inside place, some sacred well... and i cannot help but sip, and when my body drinks... my heart spills f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1320018/ If i wanted your attentioni would chop your head offand turn its bodiless eyestowards my face to stare...as long as i wanted.Sick f**k... Duck.Don't ever get too comfortable with me.Your thrive on numbers.I thrive on the spit from the sidewalk.And would you ever believe...That this is my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1320015/ C'mon life, bring it ! There is nothing you can throw my way that will kill me-bend me or break me... you might shake me, but hell knows Ive been shook before and right to the floor and more... just call me the bounce back man, the heart felt player, the solo slayer swinging and ringing your bell..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319981/ Of course being Muslim does not mean your a terrorist. It just increases the probability, just as as being from the south doesn't mean you hate blacks, it just increases the odds that your a racist. Of course being a fundamental creationist doesn't mean your necessarily "retarded", but rather, vastl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319942/ -poem written by me the evening of that tragic day as friends huddled and offered comfort, love and support. NYC- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319929/ .... i seek the sun in you... ever present on my face... even from so far away..... as if i have nothing better to do... i sit here purposely to ponder pictures of times past, moments precious, and love felt... for the love that i have lost... my tears point a path to some inside place, some sacred .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319840/ another sat night in aptby self along side bad engwish10 fingers and no friends aroundah light speed save metwisted light display going on inside my soul.you should see iti wish you couldIf we can get to Marsthen you can get heresomeone speaksomeone speak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319834/         And would i caress my own face,     as i would the face of a lover,    and become enraptured for a time spellbound,    Or... must i wait for you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1319824/ A continuing dialogue... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1317275/ I would honor your invitation. To my ears, I hear that some deep powerful feeling is moving through the catacombs of your being. I myself, have asked on many occasion... for a Hug, and usually, or sometimes, while in the presence of Wine. The Hug, is my desire to reach out for love an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314662/ Funny as I lay my mind to sleep, that one last thought does sneak a peek! And now having been gently poked, I'm wide awake, as a fire was stoked! Oh smoldering mind, puffing smoke, please calm your thoughts, least slumber choke. I thank your vigilance, but calm your head, for there's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314655/ Invitations to the ancestors... are taken with a great seriousness.Whether 'your' serious, or not so serious, matters less.I went in deep, and now back... everything has changed.So many more questions.Another fine layer of dust settling softly.Changing only slightly the thickness of the floor.And ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314651/ I'm thankful for the Periodic Table of Elements. It makes up all the other crap that I'm grateful for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314588/ I know you think I'm twisted.And you know nothing... still. Even after all I have said.(you sit there like a window sill)Like butterfly's on nectar. Sip look sick look dick look! Dead!I guess I'm your red flag. Your Americas f*g.White. But really just another n****r. Downtrodden.Bellowing my rage, l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314580/ Deep or Die. So deep to try.To live.Lucky to fret over the absence of a thing.And oh... I have a thing.Wouldn't you like to know my secrete?That want is the language of death.Yours, or mine.So shocking is the father to bother me at this day n age.Crazy. Even on this page.Trippy. Right. So many .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314575/ There is no going back. For I leave things at every turn. And many of those things I leave, are more precious than others. The caterpillars... They never want me to have what they do not have themselves. And they ask in ways many, for me to fold up my wings, as to not leave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314573/ I shouted at my oatmeal for cooking too slowly. As if it were its fault.For the flames were as high as they could.And the air so thick as to be not so thin.Thus water boils when it would.Only if the little grains could.Be other than they task.For this is what I ask.Of them. So hot.Cooking there.In m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314572/ Aghast... there is a beggar in my village!What horrible finding is this, for his need is so great.Who does he think he is, walking around as he does,asking people for things... things small, things big?Its shocking, the way he shakes his can at me,whispering... change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1314526/ The less mind numbing version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1313854/ Nothing fancy here. Confessional poetry at its worst. Don't hold breath... again. Thank you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1313658/ “The River of God’s Tears”God’s tears fall to the earth again. And this time I think I'll join him.For God has joined me every time sorrow has struck my heart.This day… God is sorrowful- And we will fill this river together- And from it all life will flo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1312503/ A page doodle. Poignant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1312152/ ............... i wanna crush on you. i wanna blush on you.i wanna push upand i wanna lush on you.Being of my heart, i wanna lick your love,as I brush through your animal fur.such a sensitive creature you are...even the breeze alights your senses.i wanna see your fences,come down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1311784/ In darkness creatures lurk and dance, some feed, this is true...also the flower sleeps and prepares for a new daythe moon high above gives coyote his songthe panther becomes sensual ghostthe fires roar and stories are toldlovers meet and steal time from timethe old gods remember the old days before .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1311778/ This is what a panic attack looks like in a poem. Breath deep. Then read. Else you'll die before finishing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1310915/ I ride an ocean of failure today.I ride the sea of not getting anything done.I run the road of going to hide to play this day.I run the road of little sun.I walk the road of irresponsible.I walk the road of pity for one.I think Im just gonna lay low today.Hiding out in my dungeon.I gave up. I was de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1310372/ Her beautiful eye's, the eye's of an angel: bloodshot and tired. Darting left and right, as if seeking something that is not there. The depth of their once clear liquid pools is now murky and filled with a madness and terror.The soul, struggling, can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1310193/ Restless.I want to pounce.Like a plains animal.Scattering dust, wind and dry grass from behind me...I want to run. I want to bound.I want to cover great leaps of ground between every breath.To unfold my hips.Like a switchblade.Repeatedly.Until exhaustion and sweat.Burn holes in the sky.Great gasps o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1309998/ "Women are not pals enough with men, so we must make ourselves indispensable. After all, we have the greatestweapon in our hands by just being women." -Maria CallasResponse:"If a women is not told she is beautiful, she might as well be dead." -Coco Chanel This is the blind spot i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1309902/ Puppet for Mother Puppet on a string.I dance for them.Limp like.Confused.Disjointed in my movements.Susceptible to great collapses,At any moment,If any string be twitched or pulled.Pinocchio demon to the b***h black goddess.No nose at all.Nothing to lie about.No truth of his own.Dance puppet.Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1309889/ My hand must have hovered over the keys for minutes it seemed...an impossible disclosure... so forward and grotesque, monstrous in its request for seeking to say something so beautiful... and since when has that distance felt so great? What day... what moment.... did I decide,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1308928/ I feel the heathen of word....He who   comes on so beautiful, like angel..then strikes so to become murderous...stay away from me love, kindness, belonging, cherishing, community....Do    not         repeatthe pastLearnGrow the words.Feed them h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1308856/ Not what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1308314/ Who falls asleep first...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307999/ Love Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307991/ Encryptic Brilliance Twilightical Radiance I bow before you- Spasmodic temptation- All Before you I drip and lick the earth.Revolving split secondnessI miss for a time the smiling of the world.The gossip of candle light.The skipping, spinning, sweetness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307971/ SilenceFootsteps Times Ten Thousand.The SandUnder My Feet Burns-The Sun like a fist brings no reliefand now crawling like a creature out of itselement-I look for shade-endlessly.My vision a blur.My mind a stir.I move forward. Towards...Footsteps times ten thousand.Some time, some distance... ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307717/ Communication http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307226/ Encountering inner guides. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307219/ 3rd Degree Romantic Enmeshment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1307202/ My heart... this thing of string and muscle deep,how it looks upon its love in sleep.The dance of shadow and the play of light.Whispers both now dreaming into nights fancy flight.And the question emerges- why not?To be something so simple and yet so complex spinsmost into the tides of war.Just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1306905/ OK. Try it as one long sentence. Breath where you must;) JK... but Roll through it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OccamsPhazer/1306833/