http://slow.writerscafe.org/sttulove The original writings of author Olando Lucas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031167 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The be-endingI can feel it; the sensation of life is vibrating through my body, in route to be metabolized by my inner being, only to be used as the foundation to produce the essences of my well-being. Although it seems to be an everlasting darkness outside of my soul, my eyes still see t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543643/  Rambling PoemDreams are lured to a beacon that pulls you closer to God's salvation and it is suppose to exist in the part of your soul that needs an overhaul or new life renovation. Although we don't know God's plan, I must say I do know God. God is here right now, so I shall not h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543641/  Tears That I CryI have never cried these tears, these tears that some people call " tears of joy”, but ever since I meet you these eyes that I have, has continued to pour out tears of joy as I look at you, you are the one I adore. Who in the world would stand by a man like me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543640/  Collaboration of loveBeing with you is similar to the sun covering my face on a cold and rainy day.  Your presence helps me escape this emotional black hole that seems to always entrap my days. The feelings that I have for you has its own dimension in time. Where it exists in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543637/  The KnockIt was His knock at my door which awakened me so that I was able to see the quiet storms of my enemies. Now I am able to be the best that I can be. I am who He wants me to be, but everyday I'm progressing towards theological victory.I know that I am not the picture of perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543635/  All I Want Is the American DreamTo say that you see anger in my face, that would be an understatement. People get angry when their child breaks a cup or the light that was just green turns red while you’re stuck behind that big rig truck. Which is moving to slow through the light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543633/  MwanzoI can see the light, so, please breathe and keep on pushing. I'm almost home now; I'm hoping to be all that you are wishing I will be. Inhale then exhale one, two, and three. I will say a heart filled prayer so we both have a safe passage through. I'm here now and it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543630/   I awaken this morning to the sounds of heaven. So I smiled as if I was transformed back to the tender age of eleven, that is the age that the earth stood still for me, and it was the time my friends and I could drift through the years. I knew at that moment, that this is the day that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543628/ Shadow As I sit in the still warm waters, while waiting for the anal pains of life to reside, this is where I patiently listen to the luminescent sound waves of all of my earthly desires.  I ask myself trivial questions such as “where on this earth do I belong?” “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543626/ Real Words SpokenIs this the place that you want to be, you act as if this is the life God said it would be. You expect a valley that grows all the nutrients for your needs, but you have forgotten about the land that you left, it was left in the land where your hands use to bleed.Now you str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543623/ Thirty -Three I have awakened now, the dream has my mind at its peak, the voice was so clear as it was screaming “someone please help me.” It spoke to me not once, not even twice, the voice was somewhere inside of me. It was speaking to my soul as if a mocking bird was singi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543621/ ShineI will shine in the midst of these dark times. 60 volts of watts is equivalent to half of the time of this life I have lived, the number only represent these years I have cried.I will shine bright as the sun on a hot sunny day, even when the gun shoots me down and my body lay for hours .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543619/ Fly AwayI feel myself gliding among the clouds, which belong to the angels in heaven. I know that this feeling is just a dream, a dream that I pray last all night and into the day.How nice is it to fly with the creatures of the sky, this is where I belong where only the imaginary images .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543616/  The TransitionGod, as I transition from one life cycle unto my Destiny, I pray that you pick up my wearied soul and carry it through the fires of redemption. Carry my soul to the bottom of the sea, drown my soul while you rebirth the living me. Carry my soul, so that my tears shall not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543613/ Release  The pressure is mounting here in this place. The power that is within me is pushing hard to be released. I ask myself questions, like is God really calling me? Or Am I a psychotic man with nowhere to run? All I want is to live in peace, but I guess pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543610/ DREAMS   If dreams could be realized in a moment, then just maybe at that moment I could conquer my reality. The unrealistic present day turmoil has taken a grasp on the realistic thoughts of my future endeavors. Words that used to give breath to deflated lun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543607/ Ghetto Dreams They say the sun don't shine in the ghetto. Not in a place full of corruption and so much greed. A place where the rain never stops and the people live on empty dreams. The ghetto is the site of so many tragic events that has led to so much pain. The ghetto is the places w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543605/ Faith (Faith, please don't leave me. How will I survive if you truly deserted me? Faith, remember when I was young and had the whole world in front of me?Faith, you held my hand, whenever this cold world confronted me.Faith, you were the cool breeze that dried away my tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543602/  You ask me why my eyes are filled with tears; these are tears of anxiety, pain, and fear from the pressure of all these lonely years. God, please do not forsake me, I am not my father so his sins are not a part of me. I am trying to raise my son to be better than me. Please God give me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543599/  Lost soul As the sky falls to the earth, my will shall be done, it is freedom that I search for; it is the blood of my Lord that I desire. As I travel this dark road into the belly of the beast, let my light lead me. My sins shall not be the burdens of my son; my burden wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543595/ A Father’s Story: “Drifting" As I drift alone in this world that has caused me so much pain, the struggles of my past have made me cold in some ways. Drifting faster through the light of day, no one understands the height of my past. I smile whenever I'm sad. Only the sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543594/ Daughter StoryYour smile is like a dagger that is passing through my soul, how could you love this man that stands before you? Bless your soul. If I had my way I never would have seen your face, you are so beautiful, you are the epitome of grace. You are the sun when my world sees dark days, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543590/ Silence If I keep quiet will that solve the problems that persist in my present? Would the silence be the solution to the pathway of my future endeavors? I must laugh, because if I'm silent then who will speak the truth to a society where a silent lie sound so much better. Who will fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543589/  Before all the screaming and yelling, we use to love each other. But it is clear to see that love does not live here anymore. But I will always have a place for you somewhere in my heart and soul. It will be locked in a place, somewhere only the Lord will know.Before we misplaced our l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543586/ Hey beautiful, how are you today? I am doing fine. Isn't it a nice wonderful day? Hey love, you are looking nice today, yes I slept well, thank you for asking.  Yes, yes it is, we just have had so much rain, and now that the sun is out maybe it will dry some of this water away. Okay, nice seein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543584/   Salvation  No matter the time of day, His presence is so great.To cherish the seconds, is all that He asks of me. To honor the minutes, is far beyond the hopes of salvation, the desires of dreams, the deceptions of life and the focus of unselfish needs.To wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543581/  My Pain Creates My DreamsI spend all my money, trying to make my days better. Now the days seem to be longer because my heart is weaker, and I have no idea how to make my mind much stronger.To tell the truth, my pain is like the fires from hell, if not for my three angels where wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543578/  Brick WallI can't let your words be a brick wall that holds me back.Never should I have had faith in man, when the faith of a man is nothing more than a brick wall that holds you back.When I was in tears and had nowhere to turn, Nyquil and sleeping pills got me through my tribu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543574/ Nostalgic ManI have faint memories of what the world I live in use to be. Now the world is a faint memory of what I use to be. I remember the faint cries I use to cry behind those walls, when there was no one there to see the misery I had inside. Nostalgic sense of reality, is what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543572/ es away from the home where I should be. The Love That Never Fades Away  Will this love that we have ever fade away? We love like the crops during a drought on a rainy day. Even when the rain is acidic and touches our skin, then fill our lives with pain, so that the love th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543567/  Fear of Life The fear of life is crazy for some, because the parallel to life is death and it is everlasting for some. So they fear living in a world that is filled with serenity and they substitute that life for an existence that is born of circumstantial nightmares that has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543563/  Secret Passage A secret passage into heaven is all I need; the roads that I must walk to get there are somewhat a perfect picture of the antagonism to my dreams. The blistering roads that I travel are usually fueled by the scorching flames of Hell's inferno, created of the ent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543559/  Black Beauty Queen  She is not just the lust that complements my love; she is my love that was established since the day of my birth. She is the one who stayed by my side when the earth ill will was at my front door. She was and is my heart has been since birth she is my black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543557/  Armageddon The Armageddon has already begun; the people of this earth must rebel against the wicked ones.The youth travel these unknown highways that are made of the dried cracked roads that lead to the depths of hell; they walk these lonely crowded streets as if this eart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543552/ What Has Become Of Us?What has become of us? This world is so different than the thoughts of my childhood memories. Where friends were my friends and only time was my enemy. Now time is still the same foe that it always has been, but now the complications of this life have become times fraternal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543548/ AmenThis morning I felt the mercy of my God as I open my eyes and inhaled the sweet molecular elements that are needed so that we are able to breath.So at the moment I went to my knees and prayed the sweetest prayer that was needed so that I could make it through the day and possibly the wee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sttulove/1543546/