http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ruggedwritings The original writings of author Buck Thomas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108758 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gone and seeking, The tribalist breaks out.Divisions drawn without consolation.Cultural identification bears off.Is there refuge for the seeker?He stands without materialism.Trialling for purpose. All I ask is for water and warmth.My utility is love.Protector of souls. I wasn't necess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruggedwritings/1465547/ In awe of this collection of books. Deeply rooted in classical prose.Centuries of writ and thought.Ideals so profound,They have become lost.Your painted blue coat,Stoic and clean.Paper so thin,It's on biblical proportions.In reference,The price appears steep.But to own the world on a shelf?&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruggedwritings/1465546/ I could never believe, you’d be so cruel.Telling your stories, the ways of your rule.You lay up there mocking, calling me a fool.An overload of facts, and I’m just your mule. Tell me again, about your fanciful ways.How you mislead the public, in irrational sways.A cold and colorless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruggedwritings/1464651/ Dialogue, dialogue, Save me your grief.You can't stop complaining, When I'm not the thief.You sit there all proud,Speaking in tongues. 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