http://slow.writerscafe.org/davidwmooreiii The original writings of author David W Moore III en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978412 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 MADNESS BY JACOB GOSNELL It's a beautiful thing is it not? When the crushing weight of the world grinds on your shoulders, digging in with it's daily stress and banality. No jobs in your city, wel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1758465/ Heat waves obscure my sight,Fluttering dragonfly wings stir the ætherWhile dance the visions of madness,Woven inextricably with Truth. The veil shimmers seductively,Undulating liquid mirrors briefly turn their reflections transparent.Windows in time open and shut in the hurricane winds.Fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1552468/ Tabula RasaThe John Doe Chronicles What? What the hell? Where am I? And why is my head so fuzzy? What the hell did I drink last night? If I could only open my eyes to see where I am… Or… Oh, hell, who I am. What is buzzing at the base of my neck? No. Not buzzing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1480569/      I looked up from my hands and tried to change the subject.     "And what about your son? How long ago?"     St. John rolled his chair over to the bar and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid.     "Do you drink scotch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1395167/ I climb ten thousand stepsAnd climb ten thousand moreUntil I reach the penthouse suiteOf the Tower of Babel StoreAnd through the diamond skyFor lo and many milesWith Galileo's swordI could see my Lucy smileBut looking out is not a sinAnd looking in, naught is foundAnd gravi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1347082/ A surreal little trip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1225144/ A different style for me, less intense... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1204284/ Another surreal piece about my place of being http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1198992/ Surreal crashes into concrete in this trippy piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1198990/ Excerpt from the new Michael Bay crossover movie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/1040213/      Do you remember where you were when it happened? Or what you were doing? The punchline for that jokejust gets funnier each year. Fifty something years later, there should only be a handful that do remember, but that number, not surprisingly now, is in the billions. When that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/843188/ A little autobiographical prosetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/839837/ TOTALLY different style for me. 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Faceted, fractal worldin twenty four shades of green played out in three past 3-DKaleidoscope screamsin technicolor streamscommercial free for your enjoymentSensory static overload.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/786210/ It came to pass that Yahweh called down upon the firmament, a plague. He called a west wind that blew fetid air for days and nights. As He painted the sky with pitch,the undulating multitudes drowned the sun,plunging it in their mass and expunging it with the rest. They prospered and mul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/782995/ Thunder strikes A bat to the chest With no strobe light accompaniment Reminds me that I've forgotten Social amnesia Abandoned on the front step Of a condemned building Buried in the rubble The sub audible sanitarium rumble Never ending Mind bending.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/778615/ That day shines bright,a beacon in the fog. I had just turned seven,what a magical age. And while I'm sure he meant well, I'll always wonder what could have been. The sun cut the edges on everything it touched like fine leaded crystal. A light breeze made the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/765507/ The year was 1983 and I was still in gestation, two and a half years from my birth. Sid and Nancy were mere echoes, not a movie yet, but still the face of our generation, The muscle rippling under our skin, the skeleton in our closet. In 1983 I died, strangled on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/763609/ Desert tears pump through my veinssand blasting the inside of my heart.Heat mirages flow in torrents down my cheekcutting canyons devoid of life.Concrete and calendars hold court between you and Iand incarcerate us in solitary confinement.Footprints and faded photographsshuffled and dealt for a read.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/756446/ What is your name?My name?WHAT IS YOUR NAME?... Call me Tangle.What is your quest?My quest?My quest...is to find...to find...what I'm looking for.I stumble through semantical undergrowthtripping over rhetoric in my disoriented haste.Semiotics only confuse the meaning.I need a translator for lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/752117/ He stands in the room with thirteen doorsand mutters to himselfas he turns to face each one in turn. Pachelbel's Canon sways lazily about,notes, hand in hand clad in purple robes and dancing in unison. His eyes reflect deepest amethyst as the song concludes it's movement... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/748211/ Just a silly little ditty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/740204/ This one was writte in honor of and emulating Selene's walking with the gods prose poetic pieces. Excuse the rushed quality, I was stumped for an idea, had to do most of it during lunch to be on time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/738432/ Standing in the mists of the primal woodswhere Titans walk past our lonely lifetimeand incense drifts amidst the undergrowth its acrid scent choking all who inhaleI breath deeply and sighStanding in the harem tent at the last oasisdraped in silks of fire and icesins of flesh hem me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/734688/ Kiln-fired hordes wall me inas all about moves the Terracotta Army,no faces, backs forever turned,Unseeing...Unknowing...The ever-shifting mass fills the world six billion strong.Exhaling winter breath,they dance a slow motion balletof must, earth, and patina.I reach for the nearest bodybut a silent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/730593/ He stands, immutable at the edge of uncertainty and gazes upon its mirrored expanse. Mists rising from the liquid dawn waltz with oblivion, their feet never leaving the plane. Eyes burning with barely contained fever, their compelling was spoken in hushed whispers&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/729557/      God created the heavens and the earth, and She separated them (because they were a bit of a mess all mixed together.) She took residence in the heavens (well, wouldn't you?) And She sat back with sated mind... for about twenty seconds (about 152,000 years in our time.) .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/725457/ It's a dangerous thing when two subconsciouses come out to play. Lock up your Guppies! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/724270/ As the minute hand runs counterclockwise at double timeI've walked down the beach before,My feet leaving bloodstained printsetched and fossilized for ages to come. Each one has grown a field of ensanguined poppiesreaching for the stars with Lazarus petals. The footsteps recede before me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/722337/ Your first look hits my iron mask and rebounds,flashing highly polished effervescence. Your gentle fingers unlatch and remove the ferrous face. A single crimson tear rolls from the eyes of steelas it clatters to the floor,Divine Comedy, a mask in white is revealed. Flirtation lights its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/716333/ Throbbing...Pulsing...Vibrating...From everywhere and nowherethe bass roars and shakes bones,inaudible to the ear. Thunder laughs maniacally,tightens its soul-grip,and twists,ripping acquiescence from unwilling hands. Baritone annunciation herds the sheep. Coursing...Search.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/715105/ Verdant fingers splayed to the windsundulate in anticipation. No one near to smell the ozone. Something comes...Electricity dances from tip to tippirouetting in frenetic joyand narrowly avoiding marching workerson the variegated highwaywho pay her no mind. Something comes...W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/714300/ A trippy retelling of the classic, but dude, this is f'ed up, so if you don't like cursing, don't read it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/709804/ I decided to open the vein and go a little more raw on this one. Let me know what you think. Suibokuga is the Japanese monochrome ink painting, a technique first developed in China http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/708896/ Selene, you said work was no excuse not to write. So I did. Damn now I have two muses pushing me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/707148/ Brushing the wisps of solar wind from my hairNebulous clouds fog the mind that I wearI wanderAnd ponderNever here, never yonderIn a sea of tranquility, violence abounds, explodes and reboundsAnd crashes into shore: a galactic tsunami of sights and soundsSplashing light and matter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/693716/ This one is a strange one I wrote about 15 years ago, I think. I found it tucked inbetween some notes for the novel I may one day finish. Take it with a bag of salt! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/687047/ I rhymed this one to contrast the somewhat brooding subject with a lighthearted feel to create a disconnect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/679342/ In New Orleans, we bury above ground in crypts that are often architecturally more complex than our homes, with doors, windows, fences and gates. Often cemeteries look like small neighborhoods. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/674758/ This is another from my teens. In many ways it embarrasses me to see it in print. The writing is very immature. All that being said, there is something about it that I like. So here I share it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/673909/ I opened my eyes. S**t. Blind again. No, that was not exactly true, thank god. The room slowly took shape in shades of black and dark grey in the faded moonlight that found its way in through the French doors to my left. The medical equipment had all been turned off earlier, leaving only th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/672335/ Amnesia. What happens when you find out you don't like the person you were? (Especially if you were a monster, literally) The chapters have been edited and reorganized. More to come http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/668338/ Amnesia, a clean slate. Okay, so this is the start of a longish short story of discovery and self-conflict. What happens when you discover that you don't like the person you find out you were. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/663991/ A take on a zen thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/658758/ Another in my myth series (who knew there was a series?) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/654031/ Helliday piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/647308/ Selene, the beryl is a nod of the hat to you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidwmooreiii/645650/