http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilverEagleOne The original writings of author SEO en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103986 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Nameless faces and marching armies, a still pond; Mirror image of a man-- a mask, a cut, a knife and a sandy dark place; behind lay the dark pool and ahead the infinite abyss.Mindless drones in an endless battle to free the forgotten and release the other; the naked, the exposed, the hurt, the pain,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396934/ I’m a sarcastic pile of flesh and bone, A steaming pile of raving madness A demon wearing human clothes;Happy fits of lunacy With moon eyes And a candy apple smile Trying to unleash this animalUnlock latent insanity Let my imagination Run free across the paper Through the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396933/  This deep valley full of far away sound and pine smellruns long down the heart line. Scars that long ago werefresh. The pain resides under the surface  shallow and bitter like a old lemon friend. The sky is full of forgotten stars. The space between them shortin sight but gigant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396924/ A cold gray autumn day, the leaves are burning with color. I walk at the edge of river which looks like a long gray snake. Leaves are drifting down to their final resting place. There is stillness in the air; it is as if I see me through someone else’s eyes. The loons sing their soliloquy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396923/ The bitter wind and harsh reality of free flowing fragments of lost emotion, pent up rage that swims in dark deep pools that we don’t talk bout in public. To rein in the power of animal instinct and temper the steel; watch it glow into purple blooms, giving way to orange hues and later to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396922/ I do not want to go to sleep--But the night sky beckonsThe lusty sirens lick promises in my earAnd I close my eyesAnd make assurances against the night.Every little sound-An explosion of fright,That keep the wheels turningThe possibilities are endlessAs leaves falling off the tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396919/ Voices like yellow decrepit paperBeckon beyond the mist/Something reaches for him in the nightAnd greets him with a foul kiss/Waves crash, a million little hands pull him inAnd nothing new, except the sea of unreality; Red blooms of rose under wet eyelidsLight fadingAnd the music softer  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396918/ The ticking clock never stops; eachnoise a reminder of all that is wrong with life, that nothing good comes fromthose who wait; it comes to those who seize it with uncommon knack to fill itup with bullshit, sucking marrow from dry bones, proselytizing  about their life- their grandiose st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396916/ And so it begins,Glutted with sluttish weatherA beast born on the windThe insolent oppressorMarches on the horizonArriving in the dead of nightImpervious to moralityTo deliver a million unique remindersOf how smallAnd corruptible we are;Still, the beast marches onIn its wakeA thousand shocked faces... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverEagleOne/1396910/