http://slow.writerscafe.org/GeneVonBanyard The original writings of author Gene Von Banyard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Habitsforged by swords of ennui are cradled once again by the impartialstone which heralds the Kingdom of the Fool. Swirling mist (a magicthat I alone have summoned) caresses the ancient majesty ofcrepuscule. The sun wholly set, I meditate on the euphony of the opalmoon. Beckoning from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1739179/ Wings of Enochunfurl.Wings of Enoch fall.A poet watches aroman candle Through a shatteredframe; His tears reveal thetragedy of his cliché. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1738295/ Moving Forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1736199/ Iremember her. I remember her because I cannot forget her. I can neverextinguish those warring eyes. I left her. It was the only thing todo. I had to leave England for all there was strife. I did not expectto come here though and I certainly did not expect her to follow meto wherever but s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1735342/ Every single personmarried to me by the societal rite of friendship stood smiling uponthe precipice of sanity. An overwhelming presence and an undeniableabsence defines this congregation - a delightfully hypocriticalengagement. I had a dream ofwaking.Allis not well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1734411/ Wemerge and I am lost.Blood& fire quicken the dead.Ivycreeps around the spine, Ghostsbreathe, Witches twirl, Today,your turn,Tomorrow, a shard ofbroken glass.Please, I beg ofyou, make the sun smile? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1734026/ Mylife, sullied by miscreants who dare to collude, Concealedsuitably by an echelon of lost children,Idiots and fools. Artis merely a gesture towards the infinite,Anavatar never made manifest, a fusion never reached.Ihave become a creature of independent liberties,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1733712/ AmI blind? Isthis a question or the veiling of a hidden truth?Canyou taste the denial on your lips? Wrapit around you with all the compliment of slime.Iam blind because I choose to be but in no way am I devoid of imagery.Inthe land in which I see, live demons and gh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1733449/ Barbwirerosary,Chestfull of scars.Dustridden cowl, Martyr'sdisgrace.Stranglehold of cloth,Knotof primordial order.Chairs,empty and applauding as the auditorium crumbles and falls.Websbreathe a thousand waves as the Shadow tells the Sun to stay in line. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1733069/ This isn't a showaside a distraction,I transcended goodtaste many gutters ago. Here every noun is astab and every verb is a punch;A frame, a tale, anaked lunch.Clench the fist,Hold tight to theblade,Or you will bestabbedLet alone punched. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1732677/ Inthe dead of night, Inthe stillness, Inthe silence, Ibegin to dream... Oftrees, of berries, spaceships and pathways, Offriends found, toys cuddled, loved and destroyed. Ofnowhere and everywhere... Theplastic melts and the water ripples as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1731887/ Letus retire to the virtual chamber,Ouridentities will unravel,Ourdemons will unfurl.Creaturesof licentious fancy, Scintillatingthe Angels, BefallingGod’s grace, Soilingthe design.Wedin iniquitous lock and key, Boundby carnal law.Explore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1731130/ Mediocritydestroys all that is good about me,WhenI create, I am free, to be all that I wish to be, Energy,Vitality, Vibrancy,Electricityof the Soul,Dedicationof the Mind, TheHeart is no longer hard to find;Ajewel in the palm of the likeliest Kind. Onemust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1730636/ Aself-conceived galley offers little more than conceit.Aconsole cowboy and a computer made obsolete.Theeyes burn as the water levels rise; can a child kill its own kind?Onthe concrete catwalk thoughts drop like rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1728079/ Amental dilation in prescient observation, Cognizantdeprivation, a lust for creation, Provokedby malignant trepidation.Asensory saturation distracts from Saturnalia deprecation, Meat-mechanismsmalfunctioning in work-a-day strangulation, Piece-mealjustification of 9-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1727791/ Windswept dreamsplague atonal sphereCrabs claw atofferings from the imperial sky,Republicans parrotmutating daddy horror.We build blocks ofdisengaged flattery.This may not haveanything to do with suspended predicament but still, I watch the planesclosely... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1725147/ Broken whispers, “eatyou, beat you, teach you”. 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At school, I was considered a monster by those far Too sheltered to care.I was lost and I was alone and then one night, On the fullest .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1701471/ “A man agrees with God as a raindrop agrees with the storm.”Anon.Sonof the morning embracing a delirious dawning,Spittinga blasphemous litany to dark epiphany, Brilliancebased on all the urchins who Bugg to me,Withinthe Black pyramid, We meditate upon DN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1699069/ Why only worship an idolknown as genocide?An empty orchestra of earthworm re-harvesting.Strip away evangelicalcoin-fed hologram.Iridescent black pooldecentralized caucus saber. 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Above,a Cathode Grey sky, below, barely tended grass. Thehands move and the heart bleeds as history plays itslachrymose tune on a harp string of nerves and delirium. NightLight.”Buyyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1634197/ Acemetery pauses in an autumnal forest wherein the tears of aThousandcats create dew in the absence of leaves. Asmall boy of no particular design nor fancy listens to the Click-a-clackof automata configured by clockwork match men. Wallscrack as the worm bleeds.Col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1633459/ Prose Poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1632894/ The trials & tribulations of hospitality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1631960/ Sorrow, seen in ateardrop haunts my waking; a wellspring of lies.The nocturne,stretched cold over a surreal palette, courses its way through My veins as a cruelsun heralds the season of debauch.A jewel of hope andof dignity once warmed my palm but the Veil lifted and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1630465/ Inspired by William Blake's Marriage of Heaven * Hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeneVonBanyard/1622169/