http://slow.writerscafe.org/Liam%20Nealey The original writings of author Liam Nealey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027212 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No more Whiskey, No more WhiskeyNo more illusions of a better Life.A drum pounds in my head,   More and more I wish I were dead,      I roll, I roll in my bed.No more Water of Life.Throbbing fingers run through my hair.Oily, greasy thoughts march across my mind.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/592752/ A fair head sits upon Her smooth, slender neck;    Tighter ever do I grasp it,    Intoxicating to the touch.Eager fingers hold fast the strings of Her heart;    Beat out gentle melodies,    Soothe weary notes.A familiar pain soon replaces m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/554566/ Calming, soothing;Unnerving, up-heaving.   Often does my mind turn to Wind.Carrier of leaves, usurper of trees.My hallowed, howling friend.She softly dances through the tall, Fall grass    gently singing her secret songs.She often roars over me, my sweet, temperamental lass .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/551918/ I passed my Great Grandfather's house today.It once held happy tidings of marriages, anniversaries,    the coming of children and grandchildren.Yet it also held sad tidings of deaths and departures.Where once my Great Grandfather laid his head and took his final breath.Now a great Dum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/551391/ Kept tight in a stone cageEver stricken with sullen rageBlinded by my selfish haze'Til death's cold hands come again    Or sun doth shine about me        In grassy field or wooded mountain.To take me come or let me be,To be the fountain,   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/551130/     Blinding light, hot and humid.I'm tired, sweaty, aching, bruised, and bleeding. I want to stop, lay down, and cry; but I must rise, get up, or die. Topping hills, crossing streams, jumping logs, parting leaves; they all become one Hellish image to me now.    I saw a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/550449/     And then it was that I woke up. The air around me was thick and heavy. About me was death, those we had killed and those that have killed us. I tried to lift my head, I could not move; I tried to raise my voice, there was no sound; I tried to breathe deep the air of Life, there wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549846/ Sharp little brother    clings to my sideGives me the courage     I wouldn't ordinarily have.When beast I receive,     He gives me the meat.When plant I crave,     He presents me the treat.I must be careful to hold his hand    lest his quic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549527/ I come up short when I'm ahead,    feel the pain flow through my bed.When my best fades to worst,    I break and try to start again.I cannot feel when deep I hurt,    sickly, sadly; worse to worst.Yet still I try to mold my Life,    and again I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549503/ The fresh air calls me  -like birds upon the wing-I am taken into dreams  where that I might find my means,the way at which you deem,I find my Life  into the Dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549498/ Cold drops -forgiving, refreshing, cleansing-        Thunder down to greet their green, growing Mates.They surround me,          engross me in their steady march,           entrance me with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549483/ Life, gray and morbid, slinks        along the tombs of Humanity.   Hope dies, starved           and unaided by any.      Look to the sky for peace       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549445/ Concave souls construct vast tombs for this world.Selfish sons strangle their giving Mother.Whatever natural soul we once had wanes against our       towering, gray ambitions.Choke out all that grows,            &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549443/ Lovely Love,   Tarry not too often in your own thoughts.   Fret not the threat of Love not returned.   All my world sets upon your smile.   All my thoughts, upon the thoughts of your Heart do dwell.   All my pleasures, among your fair pillars are fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/549412/ My heart yearns to see the unseen.My feet ache to trod the unbeaten path.My hands strain to grasp the unclimbed tree.My lungs burst to breathe the fresh air.My stomach twists to taste the wild berries.All these are for me.I am for adventure! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548931/ Pain takes me,Fear grips me,For friend or foe I ever long,Yet all is gone and all is gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548927/ -Passion  burns in me,  drives me to be more,  forces change that is-Painful  memories of who I have been,  things I don't want,  faces I have-Hurt  all those who care for me.  I try to hide myself  but only succeed in   showing who I truly-Hate&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548922/ Too much darkness have my eyes seen.Too much hate have my lungs breathed.Too many curses have my ears heard.Now I will speak no more forever.Now I will peal back my skin and ask that horrible questionto which all humanity strives to answer;"Who Am I?"And in the End when I have no answer I will find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548835/ They sing their quiet songs.Red leaves upon the throngs.Ever to stand watch,Ever to let be,Such things as you and I will ever-never be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548834/ Green grass upon the mound stands watch as lives abound.In day past gone, tears left long,in quiet sorrow do I avow;"Freedom, somehow" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548833/ Farewell my SistersFarewell my BrothersCry not my Mother      -take care her FatherFor I must go      -Alone-to walk these Hollow Halls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548831/ Sapphire Skies painted by Green furred Brushes.I share my soft, Brown Bed with many unseen Mates.What gentle Angel softly, warmly kisses my Body and Soul?What unseen Hand fans my weary brow?Steady ebbs and flows, fast and wild churns,   Always moving, and yet, Ever where I am meant to trul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548829/ Forever strained-Ever searchingAlways drained -Never Alone     All is Dark.     And I am ruined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548828/ A statue to years unseenas earth grows and flowers gleam.Against the backdrop, on a hill.How I love to see you still!Flying in the wind, sunken in the ground, arms out stretched, back straight and round.How often do I wish and seldom does it seemthat we could talk and share our dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548827/ Faithful friend, loyal heart,Take not kindly to the DarkWhere black things sleep not,and secrets keep you far from me all night and day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liam-Nealey/548826/