http://slow.writerscafe.org/yorty8671 The original writings of author James Ramsay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033784 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The one siren beckoning out, Out in the flesh yet, You choose not, To be seen not,To be desired and,To scream without voice, To exist only in false light. Speak to a thousand sons without, Uttering a single word. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1340238/ Tearing faces in, The screen so long Hidden places in, The streets are gone Sinking son,Like a ship My smouldered low, Will not be missed   Pale and thin it’s,   Flagging on the wall,The Little li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1336185/ Everyone loves The Wild idiot Dancing round the light to Smiled oblivion The wild idiot Moving where our Eyes do take him  Crazy dripping face Never shares a grace Of judgment, My judgment calling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1336184/ Our fair England is a house of middlingviewsOur fair young, strewn aside, bemused To days upon days of wasted fate No aim, no choice, no future date. In warm set living rooms and carpeted hallHere lie our men, their hearts all fallAt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1334022/ The air is cold, The silence is weak. Men and woman fill the night Coming out of their homes into a hell filled street. Standing out in crowds Facing black-headed beasts. The beasts are strong, The beasts they are tough, Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1333940/ Recipe for a good ole time! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1332997/ Guns silentVoices softLands ancient Time resistantDistant powersShout their shoutsDeafening silence‘Tween long separate distanceNow they throw out their money Throw into the wind They throw out old friendsNow caught in the seaWho swim through the tidePast each different side&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1332986/ Young mindsTaken todestroying themselvesInside out,And through wildeyesSeek a comfortIn false meanings,Battering nostrilsTo hide a deeplying woundTo pass the limitsPlaced by one self,To find a feelingdeepIn rushing b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1332959/ It is here that IwriteWith my lastcigarette of the nightMy sorrows theycannot be foundFor they areincomprehensible in the mistOf my dailyconfusionI am lost withoutthoughtMy mind cloudedwithout a reasonI do not knowwhere to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1329511/ An evergreen roadSat flawless in glareOf sun’s warming beautyIt shines without careThe people they moveWithout shame withoutscowlThe Love it isfeltWithout look without prowlIt is beheld openFor the whole world to seeOu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1328921/ Take drugs,Don’t sleep,Stay up for days,And don’t ever eat.Stick it in your arms,Up your bleeding nose,Live on the streets andNever wash your own clothes.Spend all your money,On small bags full of fun,Forget about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318536/ It was here that I sawBleeding red and skin raw,My whole generationLying dead on the floor.Eyes bubble to boil fromNucleonic black screens,Eye white liquid boilingPopping warm with disease,Our visions were stolen by theFlash of a screen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318514/ Down,Street,Door,Bar,Drink,Talk,Smoke,Laugh, One,Shot.More,Shot,Look,Around,Sheis,Hot. Pay,Light,Smoke,Start,Open,Toilet,Nottoo,Smart. Wallet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318462/ Where will I be In a thousand yearsStill picking and scratchingWith familiar peers?Will I of found my soul’s true fateOr will I be looking till my final dateThrough messy houses and burnt out floorsOff dirty alleys and endless corridors?Will I be happy or sad in turmoilMy cracked wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318157/ Two milk bottles of piss on the wall,Milkman standing tall and wobbly,Word slurring Eyes rolling Into the cinema of the skullPlaying a one man show Shrouded in stormy static The darkness is falling overOur big drunkFalling into the alleywaysInto f*g ridden puddles of brownMurky c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318154/ Growling British nightLondon hospital rubbish strewn courtyard earthBasement offices of endless fax machinesChurning endless pages Pages of faceless patients And their prescriptionsCan you tell me his name?Crutched shaggy haired dog boySat withdrawingSmoking silently out the bathroom windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/yorty8671/1318153/