http://slow.writerscafe.org/luciddreamer The original writings of author luciddreamer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982342 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Marines have been sent to Sudan The illusional "war on christmas" remains Everyone is now watching duck dynasty as a child via having her tonsils out is brain dead while we learn Kristen will spend new years with Robert a man throws his child off of a high rise we are informed that Kiera wore baggy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1287996/ You ever have one of those days where your ego is having yet another temper tantrum it wants to worry with the what ifs so my sword comes up saying enter if you dare all awhile the thing, it, that I use to listen to for advice is in a corner swiveled up to nothing in a ball screaming" It's not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1255139/ We rear our children, if we are lucky with our mate and all is good when parents have the same vision as we did ours was making children responsible for their own actions not holding back compassion, but allowing experimentation and getti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1254718/ One can lie cry scream even wish themselves gone It is always our choice but one cannot deny when they are all alone sitting in the dark in that moment when the illusions all fall away the synchronicity of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1249892/ Today is a quite day Ego pitching childish fits Screaming to be heard While love intercepts and whispers quite now have patience and watch the paradise we shall make http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1249888/ Written after a dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1249887/ This was wrote with my husband, who I lost in 99, on my mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1247090/ Does the river hold a grudge after the flood?Does the mountain hold it s head in shame after an avalanche?Does the tree hide after being struck by lightning?Does the human have to stay in the illusion they once thought was real?Let It Go Let it all Go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1246532/ She cut herself into a million pieces delicately removing the evil that was implanted forced within by the oneshe healed by refilling it with love hope and compassion as she downloaded herself into a program that only accepted love as i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1246527/ What is Love? It is never asking why I am depressed Only listening and calling me out on my bullshit understanding all the rest What is Love? A mutual respect a bond so tough that fear itself can not interrupt What is Love? Allowing to let the other one grow stepping out of the way when needed lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1127596/ As the moon glowed As the stars sparkled As the brook spoke As the tree swayed As the sun shined As the clouds played As the birds chirped As the canvas filled with colorAs the band played As the words spoke from the page I listened As I became them        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1123304/ Some people are born into violence and if very unlucky wind up doing what they were born into. But there is some who see, even as children, that violence always beget violence. My father was one of the doing what he was born into. I have always been against violence, yet I practiced it in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1110991/ Old man sitting on the bench torturing sun beating on his head searching for change for a beer talking about America is dead Said he felt it while in Korea felt it in the spit when he arrived home from Vietnam tried to live within society's rules but decided a cardboard box was best Most who see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/1098259/ We are killing our oceansThe air that we breatheWe are yanking out our heartsNext will be our right to breedThere is nothing wrong with usthe ones till now was so damn quitewe knew all along this world was madnessothers, now are catching on Their killing our sons and daughtersthrough ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/698347/ Ok, so here it goes, I've been sober all day thinking this through.But now that I have inhaledI believethere is a few things I just have to say I love you, whatever that means.  I'm no longer sure, it has brought me to my knees.I am extremely confused, but please be aware no lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/692566/ I never know what to do.  Even some of the most simpliest of problems, I can't solve, at times, and in general I hate frikking life.    On the other hand;  I feel  through music, art, pleasure, fun, and sharing open, true thoughts exhillirating and at these moments I am so t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/691712/ Tried to make it as close to how I felt back then as possible...which is hard...lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/691414/ You f*****g slay metelling me to just stopbeing so afraidsure I'll get right on thatI just been playing around for 50 yearsdon't you see It must be nice to not worry about hurtand be so frikking braveIt must be nice not to back down from a fightnot to run, not to always agre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/691174/ What do you do?Where do you go?How can you changewhen your life is not your ownStanding on cliffslooking up and downbetween what you think is realand the lies you been force fedtoward the end of liferealizing you never came closeto what you were suppose to behow can you ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/691138/ Where do you go when you realize there is no one on this earth who understands you? Who do you become if you are fortunate enough to wipe the slate clean? When does the pain of your past stop hurting? How can one find the correct path when your blindly fumbling through lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/690574/ It has been a rough couple of days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/690086/      Dakota loved Thomas.  Thomas was the first toy Dakota looked for when he woke up and the first toy he looked for when he went to bed.  This day however was turning into a grand adventure and Thomas would be the center of controversy.     On Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/686152/ Excitation and Stimulation Actively striving for a goal rather than simply responding.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erich_Fromm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/685012/ Oh my dear childhow I wish you could read my heartthen you would know how deep my love truly is...I so failed with my actions and reactionsforgetting you were my studentI treated you at times as the teacheryou could not possibly be, I know, for neither was II allowed my emotions to gui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/684777/ I am having a nice evening....hope you are too :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/682757/ I'm learning to be thankful for the loss of my hearingFor now I must strain to hear, hence my attention does now not wanderI am starting to see through these damaged eyesa new path opening before meThe perfection that mankind seeks is an illusion of the soulThe more we interact with m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/681253/ Something to myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/680946/ We are growing weary of our own needsterrified nothing will ever changethe same old film day after daynew producers, new actors, but played the same wayfear to your left, fear to your rightthrow in insecurities and hate violence will be next, it is just the rig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/678836/ A couple of days of terror dreams...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/678403/ For DC...the love of my life...June 17, 1962---February 15, 1999 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/677388/ It seems these days that hope is goneI'm sure I'm not the only one who feels so aloneNot sure anymore where I belongJust know I'm tired of singing this same old songFeeling guilty about all the times I was not strong Then I think of my youththe gas wars, Iran, unemployment through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/675127/ Dandelions are such a misunderstood little weed.  One of the hardiest there is, I have read.  People, especially in the US, spend lots of money trying to rid themselves of these little plants.  I myself, as a child, was always drawn toward a dandelion patch, the small, plush, yell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/674850/ Do you ever wonder who your really following?Have you checked into his background at all?Do you know his brokers on a personal level?Would they come running to your aide if you should fall?Do they ask for your life, a humans most precious asset..to prove your love, at all cost?Would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/673191/ I don't know reading a story about how Miley Cyrus is voted worse influence ever on our children, and the Egyptian black out of the internet...just got me thinking.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/672639/ Watching my sons and daughters come together, when one was going through a bit of a rough time, it just brought tears to my eyes...and it made me realize my job here is done, sort of :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/672382/ I know what you likea women on her knees begging you pleasestroking your insecurities It makes you feel like a manleaving your marks on my bodywhile the overflowing tears run, run, voice in head screams....D****t Run I no longer need your faultsf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/669183/ Just something I'm working on...maybe.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/669141/ Inspired by "F*****g Perfect" from Pink.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/668581/ What am I doingwatching the world come to an endWhy can't I moveand help the helpless beginWhen will I learnthat the past and the future combinesHow come I can't remembertoday is all I haveWho is in charge hereis screaming in my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/668039/ I remember that look in you eye, that glowwhen you would see the candles lit all around the bedI remember your gentle touch, your attention, like you and I were the last two people left on this earth...The cuddling, holding tight of each other after our trips through the universe and back..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/666595/ No longer begging for Mothers or Daddys approvalShe boarded the ship and took over, pain leading the wayLeaving the anchor on the shore, she sailed for the open seasbraving the storms,  enjoying the stars, remembering the knowledgegained along the way Eventually, she&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/666547/ He's been disabled going on three years nowShe's working everyday to try to make ends meetBut it ain't working.......so they both pretend everythings gonna be alright His pain, and worry about the pills is driving him insaneHer feeling so utterly alone is making her feel to bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/663285/ Hurrying down the aislesgrabbing diapers, wipes, and thingsA voice come over the loud speakerit brought me to my knees The store was as long as it was wideand wide it was taking both sides of the roadit was the end, no more, the castles doorsmedicine, food, banking and more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/662992/ Thank you Tony for all your help with this one...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/662984/ Somedays I wake up and don't know where I amSome nights I walk the floors and wonder who I amSome words that come through my mouth scare the one I amSome thoughts that fly through my mind terrifies this thing I amSome actions seem so silly, cries the shell I amSome decisions turn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/662012/ O' Children heed my words, learn take others knowledge and implant it deepvary from the wide road, the parts that everyone knows explore the possibilites of science, math, imagination and prepare yourself with the knowledge of history, then dear children go out and lead with a loving heart and playf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/661108/ Once again, she's tiredthe news, the family, the anglesto get to her soul,addiction kills us allin the end Once again, shes lonelythe heart locked awayhere, she cries,  as shecarlously throws the keyshe needs to make someone feel better Once agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/659879/ Who do I owe, to all I sayeach and every one I do prayfrom the godesses from up Northto the friends in Mexicothe one who shows us it is possibleto want to live againand don't forget the peeps from S.West Americawho tells it so boldThe ones from midwest,with a kind smile and warm coatFrom the ones in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/659798/ NEWS REPORT:There has been a take over of Mickey's PlayhouseMillions of fish and birds now deadThe imagination is now changing pathsRapidly, with relentless thrashThe wolfs wants fairy tale land to lastUnreality Sales of cars in our weather reports, coca-cola's emblem on our pbs stageyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/659784/ In my imagination I am seeing the scene from the movie "Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy" where the dolphins are singing "So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish,", and although I ain't laughing mind you, I am thinking.   It's true, all the craziness through my head, over all the year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luciddreamer/659688/