http://slow.writerscafe.org/tonybearb The original writings of author Tony en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047143 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Have you ever noticed how simple words can take on a different meaning when you combine them in certain ways? I've been pondering this for the past few days.   My definitions:  I: speaking of ones self Simple and easy... the teller of the story, the speaker of words. You: the person to wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1371037/ Guerrilla warfare in my mind. Thought attacks moral. Battle raging on with no end in site. Choosing sides is futile. At this point, either side winning has its advantages. There is no angel or demon sitting on my shoulder making me go left or right. There is only conscious thought and choice. Cho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1368161/ Just something I had to write.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1365318/ I wake to disdain and self-loathing. I find myself adrift in brackish waters. Looking at the shore when I should swim hard out to sea. I have become complacent and content when I should be anything but. I find I have put my mind, body and soul on autopilot. Cruising through tunnels when I once walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1364735/ The door not to be opened again for fear of loss and pain. The door sealed with the delicate edges of a memory. The lock's key to be forever hidden from self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1364733/ I have a moral compass.....It has just been conveniently misplaced http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1364454/  My soul, once reclaimed from tragedy, has beenmarked. I am but a spiritual zebra.  Am I black with white stripes? Do glimpses ofpurity show through at times? Does basic morality shine through? Am I, attimes, giving the great theatrical performance? Is agenda hidden in the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1362349/ A thousand lines written in what yousee as a dead language. One line recognizable.... words Gin clear to yourheart. Holding a deeper meaning, a forgotten secret or a simple laugh. Removeyour focus form lines written in a dead language. Hold dear the words whichspeak to you. Keep your lin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1362346/ of loss you speakof gain I speakof changing tidesof oceans crossedof wisdomof doubtof progress hidden to veiled eyesof clarity in every step you takeof inner strengthof inner peaceor resolutionof evolutionof time passed too fastof the watched c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1362249/ To my son I was given a lecture the other day by my son about some of the things I post for public view. My display of emotions, feelings and complete honesty were in question. Naturally, these weren’t his chosen words. What he said was, keep your s**t off of Facebook because it’s embarr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1362172/  Sometimes I wonder why I don't feelbad about some of the decisions I've made in life... The things I've done...Words spoken... Roads travelled. Many twists and turns, forward steps andbackwards sprints. Things have gone sideways a time or two. Life changes andchanging lives... Belief.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1361679/  I want to catch a train bound for nowhere. I’d like to show up somewhere. I could be anywhere, at times, but for now I am here. I like here at times. Ties bind my body to the here and now. People are tethered to my soul. My mind set adrift on a breeze now and then. Bound for glory and ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1361672/ I asked my niece for a word that meant something to her. She gave me the word rain. I gave her this a few minutes later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tonybearb/1361425/