http://slow.writerscafe.org/zogzog The original writings of author zogzog en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054731 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hear angels singing,Things are not the same.You would say,“Why do they never smile”?So what are the games      Never played?Games never won.I hear the angels singing,The time has now begun.And I am sadFor you.I am only sad, For you,Bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1108135/ Your life goes on in your self pleasing lies.Is it your deception from conspiracy?You know, I will never compromise,Nor am I surprised. Drive your kind underneath The coldness of the night.So come on, Enter the precious light. Your life goes on in your own mindAnd i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1106612/ By shocking the truth Out of the compressed,Generic arts dress you in colors,For the scum,Drummers, never misfitting.  Let me take you high up in that tower.Feed you to my dragons,Who would love nothing more Then to drink your blood,And eat your flesh. Black Death,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1098275/ The material is a dreadful mass of haunting’s.What do I become now Where all lines connect, to new, but old beginnings? The random poets…. So much,A dime a dozen.Yet I’m committed to know something more,Then something less. I confe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1098229/ They are gypsies, they dance in the forest to this day if the city will permit them. How I came to befriend them is a mystery only sorcerers can tell. Being I am a mere poet, I can only compose the dance in a dreamscape of words.  The grand piano, The scu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1097004/ Very little has changed here. We are a simple people consisting of shepherdsand fishermen. As a youth, I never envied my peers who sailed away to themainland’s to find jobs within the cities. Besides, they usually only becamevictims by the enemies of the state anyway, harassed and brut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1088901/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1088895/ “Somethinghas always bugged me about this place,” said Police Chief Wendell to hisassistant as they looked out over the fog-infested moor. “Poor young thing, whocould have possibly had such cruel intent?” The body of a half devoured youngwoman peered up at Wendell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1088894/ Myname is Christopher Alvarez the IV. The date is the eighth month on thethirtieth day of the year 1545. This is the third expedition of our group tohave been granted leave to travel to the New World by the King and Queen ofSpain and the majesty of the Pope. The two previous expeditions th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1088889/ I come to you, in your dreams,And I touch you softly, with my wings.I take you walking, upon green lawns,And I give you the music, angels sing. I am Hypnos;I am sleep.My sons are your dreams,Of twilights deep. You may wander, but you’ll return,Silently, from the cosmic da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1081457/ Little child of death and dreams,What can I tell you? Tanks and mountainsAnd ragged orphans, Paint a picture.And the healing deep within,Is not ever for sons and daughters. The bite is like a bitter winterWhere demons fly about the frozen sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1080657/ Iused to believeYou could feel me a million miles away.Youknow me,It’sso easy to touch you.Iknow you.Iknow when you’re in danger.Ihold youWhenyou’re down. Youused to believeIcould be nothing more than trouble.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/1077672/   From the slippery slopes of my dreamsI grasp for your hand I see you crying in the icy cityAs you warm your bones near the apartmentsThat lines the streets Not one word can I sayFor my own confusionHas consumed meThe Nordic foolOf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/960525/ By the time it all happensYou’re old and grayLooking back on yesterdayAnd never finding tomorrow  Italian translation Segui il tuo spirito. Seguii tuoi sogni. Segui il tuo cuore.Inquesto modo, il fantasma svanirà e la luce spezz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/960522/ ScramblingThe air wavesScramblingCommunicationsObservationsScrambling ConversationsScramblingPatterns In the brainShapingThe extreme insaneScramblingTelevision StationWarping Hi-tech NationScramblingA line from here to therePitching wavesHigh in the airScrambl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/662197/ It was in the north…we had stopped at a holy shrine next to the highway…there were scarves, roses, and crucifixes hanging from a giant cross where a child had died…I had taken photographs and threw a pile of wet earth over the shrine.  My emotions here were spiritual, subli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/662189/ artwork: unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/652976/ Tell me, How did it feel?That rush of adrenaline on realities reelOf a pointless drain? From an empty brain,Inflict the pain on such helpless reign.Violent emotions are worth the rage,With such a power pact engage. Can I tell you how it feltAnd will it ever melt?Sec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/649304/ She’s smiles with elegant designsAnd flashes like a light too bright to seeShe portrays luxuries With raspberries She is what you’d only experience In some Euro film She becomes the shadows on the wallOr the texture For your paintAs she dances In your unkept ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/646403/ I will not be led by youInto that communal ditchOf lies and deceit.I’m not your common droneStagnated and degenerateWith blissful thorns piercing my feet. I do not like ugly monstersWaiting hungrily andHiding out in the treetops.I do not appreciate the dark slimeWait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/582945/ Our love has become a barren field, useless for plowing…red clumps so dry to the touch turn black with the gentle kiss of ghostly women and children dressed all in black and singing like heavenly angels…. over head the black birds congregate to minister unto us the lack of thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/581976/ Scattered and torn,Like those gypsies Dancing on the grass Before dawn. Once I had lied.The truth I cried, But no one believed.So in my scornI played out Every actionLike I was in a movie,And a bad one At that. So I hid myselfIn houses hidden by time.Like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/567230/ I followed a dreamDown a path in the rain.I followed the avenueDown to the clear cut viewOf lions and tigersStanding like dusty imagesWay back somewhere in my head. I then heard the tears of a manCrying over his lady.He must have been crazyBecause he said,  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zogzog/563780/