http://slow.writerscafe.org/sweetbuddha The original writings of author sweetbuddha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776236878 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am the painter of fateInking my intertwined pathsTo the SunWho rises colorblindIn between notes of cloudsLook deep into my soulMy irises are theColor of insanityI drift from room To roomDress clingingAs I scribble on the wallsWith broken crayonsThat the sunWill not, cannot, see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1399006/ I had a bad day.One of those thatstarted while I was sleeping.Shaking handsand a heart racinglike the horsesin the Kentucky Derby.I kept my mind blank,on purpose, you know. How is it that all the bad memories could turn me into jelly? This day is odd. Everything off. Someone looks at me."Are you oka.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1365559/ We'll walk hand in handin a field of daisieseach whispering their little secretsto the wind. The willow treebeyond us dancesin it's own trancethat we try to understandby kissing the bark.A geometric hearthas been carvedeternally where we share "I love you's".Beauty waves from the sky,and no matterwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363546/ I wipe my handsof the dust thatmy hazy pasthas left behind.I shiver as the last of the burninglight of my fictionalsun slides down into the spineof the earth.I feel the thud of thunder in my own beating heartwhile the night swallowsme whole(and I hope it canopen it's mouth wide enough).I know the fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363232/ 1. the skyis unimaginable in it's lucid vastnessas kaleidoscopic clouds skip across thatcliché post- card blueunder which I am goingmodernly insane2. these treesthey speak to me.whispers in my hair,and teases mewith ramblingcodes of rhymes and riddles.I speak to them,my woes, my sorrows,happi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363230/ a blue jaypaints circlesalong a million silver lined cloudshovering over treeslike a musky mist of love.my tongue on glasssketching a kissexcept you are aswarm as the liveblue jaypainting circlesalong a millionsilver lined clouds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363229/ dreading the silence...i turn the radio dial just until it is perfectlyon a line betweentwo numbers...and all i hear...is pleasant staticvibrating against my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363226/ there is a millionin this auditoriumthat is meantonly for oneand I am in the spotlight in the backlimelightof limelightsin the grim...dim...spotof attention...wide eyed staresfrom ghosts in the wallsscuttlingand amongst the millionI amquite ignored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363224/ it is my turn for a ration of pain in this minute worldwhere mytonguebecomes a rugfor muddy shoes to scratch uponwhen the sky cries into soft tissuesand where my heart becomesa marbled gravestone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363223/ of which is humourand of which is life that ourdry mouthsgape at the beauty of death?old princesses and younghobgoblinswilllaugh atour naivetethat imitates picnic blankets and checker boards."Many perished preciselybecausethey were youngand beautiful."Andre Bretonlaughs with our ageand our age laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363222/ sometimes...when my soulis restlessI walk the streets,hands in pockets,hair in the wind,and eyes on the sky...eventuallymy eyes look before meat the facessurroundingin the coldand I see a strangersmile...and I break.a simple polite gesture,but befriendingloneliness is notenough.but why is itthat a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363219/ your eyeswrap aroundmy heartand i  miss youi searched for the keys as i brushed the teethof a black squarethat has sucked me in deep and i miss youyour smile skips a beattentativelyand brightensa tear in my eyes and i miss youi stumble along the rainlesspath that sings the nebulae's lullab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sweetbuddha/1363215/