http://slow.writerscafe.org/RuseInex The original writings of author RuseInex en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i emptied myself, overwhelmed,against my willuntil,i saw the indescribable beauty, of a pristine lake takemy soul captiveto, without fail,capable still to mesmerizeby majestic mountains risen far beyond horizon’s green, of every hue surrounding, my hypnoti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2313506/ i was given a heart to fillbut i was given but littleto fulfillmy heart broke in this shortcomingi yearned to,but could not singi yearned and squirmedas i could not reachi could not find,to holdto play to sing that which was trapped,that screamed.to be releasedso hard to hold insidethat was so ready.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2163857/ i stood in the pre dawnmy face to a rose, kissed by morning’s dewtiny droplets on its skinreflecting bits of my soul,i say to the warming air,“you can’t take them yet,”even as it, i know,it will mercilessly evaporate,these dew dots of love,. . . you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2163737/ these tears,seepedfrom my burning heart,out of the blue,leaked at corners of my eyes,reflecting on youthese tearsfell for my kind,those i love that can only come from above these tearsfrom the spirit,memory of them,my kind,bathed in innocenceimmersed by light,cleansed,from corrupted earth, my brothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2163701/ i look up at a dark sky, tonight,i see nothing past the stars, this timei’ve lost the wonderi look back down,in the memories of my past,i look, to wantto find those sparksof lightof stars brightto again fill my heartwith wonderwith thirst to rediscover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2163429/ oh sweet earth,my special place of birthblue-white gem, precious orbseen high from dark of spaceliving brown and emerald green made of your wondrous faceas the eagles fly in your airsuch sweet expanse,as wings for me perchanceto dream and fly there with bursts of joybrings me to singing!oh sweet ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2159736/ sadness is,being alive,to think to reflectin quietnesswith no one there, to share it withsad is,a pristine alpine lakewith no one there to view itto share it with speechwith feelings expressed in lovesadness isno one thereno one anywhere to lovethe glorious majest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2151830/ soul pain,the cold of itis the heart of alone/nessis like an familiar, empty chair, that can never be filled,rooms full of things, . .now makes a house full of emptiness,my soul is filled with pain,i feel her invisible fingerprints on a tablethe cold of emptiness, . of missin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2150768/ i will not eati will not laughi will not seek sympathyonly i beg,erase all of my memoriesonly, please do not torture meerase me from your memorylet that be my punishmentthat i cannot remember or feeli cannot stand the paini fallcrush me nowand forget my memorylet me pay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2148758/ the plant ragged standing tinged with dustits leaves wasted, looks jus’ barely alive,its emergence seems against all odds,stands stout in the cracked and gravelly soilat the base of the feet of meits stunted ragged growthwind sun an’ bug so torn, yet so alive,causes me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2143270/ i walkedi floated in my mindby my spirit i got to the end of the dry canyonthe trek was jagged on many planesi stumbed on the verticallost my equilibrium on the angular,of a tilting center of gravitythe granite is my footstool belowand my citadel surrounding me its sunlit halls inlaid with shadow ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2123349/ english green surroundsthe wall trims and things replete with artifacts,reflect the hues therein, with paisley carpet decored floors,in tandem work with gold trimand oak beams of shiny black,that hold the ceiling stout,for which provide the walls,for support of varied books,of topics manifoldtoffees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2123200/ the crunching crackling,the sharp bursts of sound released by the brittle leaves who cry in their pulverizationto my boots’ impact on this rugged trek,of this dried course where cold streams flowed months agoi search for trace of footholda path to wander that is pleasantlush and green,but find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2116665/ trudging down,up a long, winding, hard, dirt paththe next bend i seeafar offis gonna gradually turn a wide leftgonna pass by sage brush bristling with thornsand dry itch chaff,be good for my allergiesmy legs and feetare my ridei’m gonna rise upand gonna gradua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2114917/ the stirred dustbelow my field of vision,falls slowlyin this lonely roomi am mesmerized in contemplationtransfixed,with the notionof fallingi am become onewith the feelof slow drifting,like the dust,in my cornerof this room,in this part,of the universe . . i see, each particle fall,taking its trajec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2114687/ childhood memory quietly drifts into my mind. . . this placethis sceneis gone,is of the past,yet forever etched,forever imprintedto the walls of my mindforever in my memorycan never be erasedimages,. . . cream hues drift across my field of visionas the reel of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2113582/ when i met youi tried to hidemy loneliness in youi tried to findwho i waswe hit it offthough we were strangersyou,from back east, ohiome,here,in californiame,looking up into the sky,your blue eyes above melooking into minei got to hold you closei got t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2113086/ open meadow landbursts of color yellow blue and redto meet the sky abovebillows of snow white cloudsdrift abovethey feel alivefed by the warm sunshining to us close belowi walk to the alpine edgein the distance far awaylike a green portalleading homepast its invis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2112903/ a simple seed in the groundjust drop it insimple, just wait,yet,not so simplenor trite,/but,when we stumble about,when, we don’t meditate,most lives are on automatic pilot,routinerepetitive tasksinvoluntary reflex//. . . just an encapsulated thingjust a thing,we stick in the ground,though,. . .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2112539/ i’ve got thorns sticking out of my bodybruises still purple mixed with redi’m covered with the same dustthat covers the things of neglectsurrounding my worldbut i’m still alive,and though weak and beaten upby the things of this world,i’m alive,and strong enoughto keep fightin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2111909/ found a penny on the floortodaydon’t know how it got there1947 with the olive branchesopposite lincoln’s bustupside down on the other sidecopperworn to dark brownhow many hands have held it?if it could talkwhat would it say?would it tellconfirm what i imagine,the kids who bought penny ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2111011/ . . . it’s quiet,early sunlightcatches the gazeof my eyerays of lightgentlyfilter through the down of a canadian gooseling,it’s fluff,soft and helpless,utterly tenderits mother close,her feathers stiff, contrasted,smooth and colored,their beauty sculptedprotective,for their young, the te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2110868/ woke up this morning,wanted to cash in on some time,but it was spenteven before i had timeto plot its worthso,i contrived a strategy to predeterminehow to best use my time as if she were all mineshe is not mine i borrow of hershe influences my moves i may only do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2110213/ an arroyo driedwith sand and natural gravel barsveins of it up and downmeandering making to taking my eyes onto its subtle pathfrom it to the trees they gomy eyes see these,like green smudgestens of yards awaythe bounce of my gazefrom down to upby my gait,up and downto horizontaldown and upby the ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2109146/ oh, lay me down, on a bed of soft, . . . velvet moss,that’s warmed by shadows,of some summer’s sun’neath the limbs of strongand gnarled twistsof solid, living oak. . . by the lichen rocks,rising to the empty space, sky of bluesolid as the ground, that holds,me in this placeand all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2108533/ though boredom haunts melike a dark cloakthough my senses lead meto doubt,to weaknessand my heart is troubled,with waves of despairas my body withersto growing weaknesswith failing strength of stamina,unlike days beforethough my thoughts lead meto perceiving vanity and emptiness,on levels not felt b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2108230/ i desperate,at the endof a longing to endthe ragged line the crush of weightthe dim of lightthe heavy blowthe venom in my veinsthe enemy of my souli weak ready for the failno reliefi out of a thin veilsaw your faceyour eyes,into mineyour look,clear and strong,though briefchanged it allmystery streng.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2106529/ the noise of the words,of what’s goin’ on in the world,in my countryacross the air waves made me weak,and dizzyand forlornand down in spirit. . . until. . . by gracehttps://youtu.be/wxGtXodlqcA. . . if foundyour bagpipesyer clarinetsyer mid eastern music,mesmerized meenraptured me to po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2103514/ it came on mewhere i rest in introspect,i see the evidence of truth surrounding me incalculablyever so unfathomablythe imprint is subtleand stark,ultra complicated,like quantum mechanicslike the vastness of allthat is beyond allimprint of divinity,that is beyond the pride, of mockers’ ability .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2102839/ Something. A feeling woke her up. Standing there was an intense darkness in the shape of a human without third dimensional delineations. Just a black form. Right at her bedside like black tar. No hat shape on its head, like some she'd read about on the internet, but definitely shaped w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2102671/ i’ve tried everythingexcept what is beyond my reachwhich is nigh on everythingmultiplied times infinityi tried loving beyond myselfone with the spiritone with loveto some whether willing or not,but to little availthe resistancemost only love themselvesthe bewilderment and confusionsome can fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2102659/ blimey,the magic of an irish jig an’ songmixed with english ale an’ joymetallic green filled with lightthe smile of an angel an’ pure loveyou give me shelter and ivory pipeunblemished love an’ gutsno one can take you down in rightyour raw strength of will,fill the airin cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2100131/ out in the openleft the last townbig cityL A lights burned like hellsurrounding cumulus clouds,white,white grey,light filled,drifting across the dome of clean blue skyfree of con and chem trails,for nowthe wind chill moves across my faceit awakens memories of high pristine peaksstanding stark in int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2099870/ i remember sharing prose with you,though i never met you face to face,we parted company across cyberspacethough i always felt your traceof life within my thoughtsthough i never met youface to face,i miss sharing prosei saw by electronic imageyour still portrait avatar, come across the internetthen y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2096879/ reeling from the feelingfrom a shot in the darkfrom the hand of a friendadded to the topof an already hurting framekicked by the harshof what i hear and seeof what’s going on in our worldwho can sustain keep from falling inand swallowed by the dinof nightand forget what is rightwho can endureo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2096834/ fitless sleepstruggle insidecannot grab a comfort holdnerves on edgeawake and upand down asleep againawake attackspirit in the nightshadow manmessing with my minddark and fitlessworthless evilwanting a hold by darkto rend my mindhanging by a thread to sanitya voice comes,takes my handhe comforts meh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2096833/ i looked upfrom my point in timea passenger jettwin engines on the tailfurther it wentway out of my reachwhat a thought it came to me,passengers within,like mitochondria, vacuoles, cytoplasm and suchcontained within our cells,yet,so far out of reachunseenbut therelarge to smallmicro to macrothe ultr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2095645/ if i were to see and feelif it were mine,i would know glory divinethat surrounds usall things imaginable they are realthere is a power,it is love,it surrounds usthere is no argument,in loveit’s okayit is there,always there,always has beenand ever shall be,it’s on its waythe time is herea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2090895/ the heat slams into my facefrom the video screenmy mind leaps in vicarious agonymy ears split in piercing,blood curdling torrents of soundsover and over againhttps://youtu.be/nstlIRrenZ0 . . .. . .so easy to seeand not feeleasy, so easyto not feel, what really happenedso easy to judgeit's not a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2090491/ grey sloshing mud,glistening on tennessee coal dirtshale stratified rocks,flat across misty foggy drenched, landscape roadsand mysterious hollowsdenuded landoak treesshrubs calling out for interventionfor human revelationhungry men,raggedconfederate flag,lyin’ on the barbed wire fence,downghos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2090322/ oh, i wander on this earthoh, it’s so dangerouswhere is my protection?my help is called lonelymy thirst sits at the bottom of niagra fallsmy heart is crushed with liesthey swirl in every direction like a mindless stormtragedy abounds,no shortage of news griefshearts beat slow and skip,and stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2084576/ One day to the next i’m just here i just am . . . not much has changed i’m just more aware than when i was a kid i was just there back theni just knew what was in front of me today i can see that i can see, things that i never questioned when i was a kidwhen i rarely if at allasked why,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2081609/ Frightful when human beingsthe science they wantonly wieldof tech savvyness abideyet per sedo not believe in God’s existenceall of what can be known of himthrough naturethe invisible to the macrothe unfathomable wonder and beautythe far reaches of observable spacethe stamp of his imagehis mark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2071342/ Now i lay me downMy soul does he keepwhile the angel upon mestays,with shackles at my feeti sleepto the thingsof wanderlust perilsheld in checkhe, standing vigilguards at the doordoesn’t sleep for sake of minei am at this time at peacewho knows when I will riseto seek another roadhe will follo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2071310/ Let me tell a secretOf the thin air it comesSilent sounds bring itFrom the deepest stillnessof the quietsurrounding your sweet heartAs you let it comeIn weakness,willingly disarmedyou yield your trustYou call and askAnd he answersin your emptied stateyou yieldyour tender spiritIn expectationfeel his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2068071/ sleepsleeeeep my prettywhat can wake us upthe acceleration of technological breakthroughsthe addiction to the products of sciencethe products are indespensibleirreplaceablenon expendibletry get off using your smart phonetry getting of doing without checking it constantlyi know i can'tbut i know that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2058749/ in icy Desolation sleepshttps://youtu.be/MW_HjhO-cCYThere’s a body lying undergroundin the frozen northright near and passed en routethrough the northwest passagein icy desolation sleepstherein lies with his blue eyesgazing skyward heaven boundin darkness icy desolation sleepsbut between his e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2058529/ i’m sitting here feeling funkmy limitations are beyond overcomingi reside inside my mindand barricade myself withinsalt spray from billowing ocean wavesrolling with immense strengthby tormented arctic windsfrom high abovefrom the chill of the dome of empty spaceinset with our nearest starfrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2054578/ l like where the word says, we dont even know how or what to pray, (no big surprise though because we humans are really quite dumb, even outside of those saying we only use about 5% of our brain), or on a lesser more charitable level of expression, we are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2053693/ i looked to the southand the fires reminded me of yesterdaywhen they scorched yosemite to blacklike a sinister by night attacki looked up and saw long arraysof white vaporcrazy trails like threads of spider’s websabove our headssilently descendingmicroscopic particulates of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RuseInex/2051501/