http://slow.writerscafe.org/Darko99 The original writings of author Satoshi IroTzu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Everybody makin` money`xcept for an honest guybuddyyou goin` to starve if you play by the book all the time.So I get a gunin the first bank I runAll the good folks have their hands up.Nothing bad in my headjust a heistput the money in the bag, ain`t tellin` you twice.I sweep the bags of greenhit the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2824404/ Inspired by Jay`s (Ed O'Neill) "story-telling" (from "TV Show: Modern Family") http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2489634/ Dedicated to my Grandmother. (She suffered a stroke 10 days after her birthday). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2465335/ Sequel to "Tokyo, Japan" poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2168172/ Friday used to be a night for hitting up clubs, getting to the bottom of any bottle and swaying girls into a long, sloppy make out. Today the club hound was chained in his cold small room , dark all around him , fingers dug into his scalp holding his head from sinking any lower. Depression gnarled h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2165272/ Dedicated to S.K. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2145860/ It is hollow but with an end.Fought time but still it stands.It can be carried in one hand, and it has water for the best friend.Answer you know because you two had met. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2144456/ One day I will die too, and will you hear the bells ringing?Will you be dressed up in black, and cry out your pain when choir starts singing?Who will remember me?Who`s smile will turn into a frown then back to smile while holding back the tears as they hear the sound of my name?Who`ll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2143703/ Sun is to setbehind a small green hill.A man with a walking-stickmesmerized by Sun`s departure, asking Sun from the deepest depth of his Soul to stayjust a little more longer, or at least take him away and turn him into a ray.Sun is gone ...Here comes the mist.A man ... all on his own ...carrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2143277/ I hope this poem can be of help to those who are afraid of sinking into the Eternal Sleep ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2137448/ When I dieShed a tear or two;but have tons of laughsthat is what I want for you.When I die ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2093699/ Dedicated to the "World of Warcraft". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2066034/ Out of a perfect blueformed a beautiful colors of sunset over sky.First the ramblings came then the earthquakethen humans felt the wrath of God.Eyelids of cloudsbut the perfectly bright blue iris.Only one eye.And I saw in it the sorrow and angerI saw the faith of the human race.It was the same as mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2043104/ It has been a while since the last time I wrote;something abstract or demented,but it never fails me to pull out the words from my soul that is tormentedI guess it is truewhat once my friend saidfor an artist not to expressis like being tortured in hell.This is a not a poemnor a work of ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2036679/ Dedicated to Diego Pablo Simeone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2023894/ What is lifebut a bad dream if unlucky.Or a sweet dream if blessed.Tonight I lay myself to sleepand I hope tomorrow the world ends.My heart is filled with pain.Filled with sorrow.Too much melancholy inside of mebut I will be awake in the morning.And a day after, and a day after.All I care for is my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/2012349/ Dear Earth,I do not know who has it worse;You or me.But guess in a way  I am blessed.When I  die I am gone.But you are stuck in the loop,and the game has to go on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1999186/ A thump on my window.Then a bright light.Out of it floats an angel.Tall, blond of hair with blue bright eyes.On a hip a long sword,He carries himself on feathery wings of white.He smiled as he told me to be myself at all times.I am indecisive to point my finger onIf it really happe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1999183/ If you want to understand the poem a bit more: https://www.timeout.com/tokyo/things-to-do/everything-you-need-to-know-about-the-cherry-blossoms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1975276/ Cracks in the concrete and holes in the road.I might never see it if I were not poor.It is poetic in the endto live and die in place you were born.Heart of the neighborhood is to rendif we lose the given path.In our agony nothing is random,everything unfolds exactly as God have planned.Our faith&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1971551/ My grandpa was born and raised on a farm.Their luxury was a focus of envy ofkings and queens that bathed in coin. Our air,   food and water were pure. And them were Chained to their curse of wealth,combust in their burning jealousy and murderous greed.Betrayed. By their&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1970609/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2mvSpZgRZo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1969934/ Sky high I flew.I touched Sun then spread open a night over a day.Reforged the stars bigger so they will shine brighter tonight.I took it to another level;opened all the gates that lead to Heĺl and Heaven.Nothing will ever be the same ...Yet you are addicted to my name.You want to thank me for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1959139/ The curse of youth lies in utterly false conviction;that at the mention of your nameis promised joy;that the agony will be washed away into a phantom chasmas you keep the entire world dazzled.All around you witness the loss of a taste;your blessing lifts the unknown voicesthat chant and praise your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1959135/ Cutting through the skywith its metal wings;all clear ahead, well spirited, unlimitedlike in the sweetest dreams.Sensation is hinderedby small favors;weighing more under obligations, caring eager souls to their promised destinations.Each flight is slower, dragging through the light ai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1958055/ Memories carry the days of our bond.Broken homes, broken families.Brothers and sisters to look after or listen.But there was always joy in fun and games.All the misfits. All the secrets.Smiles and laughs, it was all heartfelt. Days flew by, and the future we face.Weed. Booze. It all slipped thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1957328/ It waters in a melancholic soul.Dancing on  its strings.Playing its painbut leaves it with a joy, and a promise --We are to meet again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1957164/ A drop of elixir.Under flaps of dragon wings.In the deepest point of absurdity.I vouch to myselfto be myself.Until my last breath.Or until they murder me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1957161/ Dedicated to my teammate, and my friend, Holocron_Hero. Also, my respect and love for the entire MB2 community. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1956171/ Listen, listenIt is not diamonds that glistenbut the glow in the eye.Hear me, hear me.Love in my heart is for you onlyuntil the day I die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1954557/ When you are in your early ageDeath won`t slip past your lips.When you are old and wiseYou do your best to cancel your demise.When you are in the middleLife feels like unsolvable riddle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1953870/ Riches...luxury, the womankidstrade, craft, reputationdeath and love.Age, daughter, son then the pain,billhealth, recovery, prayssmiles, dinners, laughs.Hugs, kisses, sex and big dealshaving it allseeing it all, tasting it allthe least value is in... gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1953572/ The sun is not the same in morning, at noon, or at sunset.The sun's light carries usthe joy in early hours.The sweet taste of restin the mid day.But as it sets downmelancholy raises to have us in its grasp.It whispers to usthat any day could be our last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1952500/ My greed, my greed ...I judge it!Colors per flower!Stars per night!I want to be a flowery star-- in all shades on every sky!But humble I am!if not , I wish so!It is the message and beauty you search for in my poems! Deep meaning suffocates you! Lightness of my rhymes irritates you!But I wish to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1943874/ I is written in a lower case . My idea is to display how little and insignificant Oswald felt in the great scheme of events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1938788/ Have you ever felt that trapped deep within yourself?There is a  sun that shines in core of Your essence.And there is a horizon that has to offera view that feeds the soul.And there is that golden feeling.Of invincibility and divinity that gifts you with a dualityso You can see Yourself.Flying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1932673/ All I rememberis I had the king of spadeswhen our enemiesrained on us nades.Then I recall ...Confusion, look of shockand a murmur that was rushed.We hit`em back with a nade,and we  showed`em it isn`t only a rumor thatwe also have a sense of humor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1922660/ I`m just a kidfrom a galaxy far, far awaywhere humanity comes firstand it always prevails. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1921002/ Dedicated to M.C.B (She also titled the poem.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1917861/ A dagger departed from depths of the shadowsto creep onto me , but through my sensesI can see its arrival , it closes onto meLingering above my headI`m still stripped of sudden moves that might evoke my deathAll I can do is to throw a glare aroundmy pupils search for salvationears harken for hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1905379/ In a room absent of sun rays and guidancenailed to ceiling through my  broken silver wingsPatiently I awaitas I heed for arrival of my late bliss.Fallen visualize the hope with envious precision.In depths of their despair they can feel the Heaven.And now the tortured soul slumbers into abyss.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1904114/ Tick-Tock late in the night.Into a house on the hill.All around it in swarmsthe black robes, inside the circle chants ring.It resonates below on landof vineyards and apple trees.Leather black bootsstep on their searchas the children tremble, in mother`s arms they found the shelter.Pulled away t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1901861/ Must you know every dark corner?Daggers await you in those damp places.Why do you nose around?You are given nightmares by those deformed faces.Can`t you detach thy self from all rumors that circle your way?stick to your colorful dreams`cause reality is only grey.But you had to pester.Your thirst for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1885687/ Dedicated to all of those who wrote comments on my poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1885686/ Dedicated to Jacque Fresco (google this man, please) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1885187/ Universe fell a starit hit the groundbarely keeping its shinepeople gathered around.Rumors and whispersthey all try to figurebut no voice askif the little star could use some aid.After a whilethe Star was back to its sparklegrabby hands and greedy squeezesquenching its glow away.The trapped Star wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1877996/ It is a short life we haveas children we dream of adventure.It is a fast life we leadas teenagers we dream of stardom.It is  a sad life we tasteas young adults we juggle our worries and concerns.It is a funny life we witnessas senior citizens we reminisce with joy.It is a peaceful life we carry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1873178/ No one listens to own painuntil tears force our heartsto hear the strings of melancholy ringin` aloud http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1873176/ I fall shortwhen I leap for cloudsI lackvigor to shake off my dreamI failto wave a white flag and just bebound I amto stand on my feetI`ll travel the roadI`ll taste the dirthide from the rainin the luminous greenI`ll just ... lay, rot, disappearonly the tapestry of faith will know how far I have gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1853759/ Dedicated to my childhood friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darko99/1849076/