http://slow.writerscafe.org/TijlDeconynck The original writings of author DaVoid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021612 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 thundersign. Bloodred wine. Intertwine vines. Taplines. Straight to hell and back. Train of thought. The titles we fought for. Say it loud. Say it proud mothafockers. The bus to San Fransisco is already gone. So rock and roll! Man, be gone by the end of the song. BadaBOOM baby. Oh Yeah. Rock me one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1770670/ And I am back to azerty. Half a wager that I will make mistakes more than I should take her. Bad habits in godless dresses. Those nuns only come over to sing some La vie en rose and Say Hi to my little friend. It's bed time. Tea will be send. Rend his stomach. The pig. Plundering my stash of ego pow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1770667/ Maybe if for every Angel mispronounced a demon fly's your way there is a gate of error in the static of perception that leads my way.Maybe what can't be pronounced and perceived is more powerful today. Monstrosities of another dimension.Nobody knows the correct manner to pronounce Cthulu anyway.Let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1770665/ Metatron.What have we won?The line between worlds eroded.Eluded songs of mystics.The wine of Bachus drunkSunken temple Deep insideThe Doors open wide.Pyramid on its head on midnight.Black sun bright.Samael's delight.Corruption and deceit.Automatic machine guns.victory is defeat.Flowers in may.P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1742734/ Father where am I?No soul found around me.On the campfire no songs are heard. I was here.I lived here.I loved….you. The walls destroyed.The wind blows trough.The streets are empty. No warmth left here to be won.No mothers here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1735633/ The artist paints his emotions on the canvas.The poët puts a part of his soul on the dead tree. Till sunsets comes no more.Till  the rain in my eyes runs back. The water in the well is almost gone.I can’t see the reflection of my face anymore... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1735627/ A New. A song. A melody. Rhythm and song.Waves of blue…. finding you. Melody and you.Riding the waves to you. Calm the mind resting in you.Endless the sky touching you. Fragments of piece.Collect them as soon as you walk agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1735625/ A story told. One page away from conclusion.Drawn back to the nostalgy.Further away, no place for my feet to stay.They slip away. Page by page slowing down the time.Absorbed in this silent memoir.A blank page...staring at me Gazing to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1735622/ Your nothing.Nothing at all.Your life belongs to us.Your decisions and choices already made up.The place where you rest we bought your bed.We tell you when to stand up and when to rest.What to see and what to think.We tell you what's best.Forget the rest.It's not real after all.Stay realistic.Nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1734550/ Parasite.What I might throw away, likedirt on my shoeseems unnecessary, overpraised, laid low.backwards logic, entropy,Invention without philosophy.Get out of here.Shell of resonance.Abyss par excellence.The mouth that speaketh, silence it.Excrement, experiment, south, north,Lion, serpent, wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1733287/ Something else. Rather than the rest.Taking the child to bed.A kiss on my  forehead. I slide into the soft sheets.Surrender.Sleep.Silent.Deep dreams.Soft sheep's jumping over fences smiling as they land on their feet.Wait for me. I want to make that leap.One step further.Folded realit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1730929/ Stuck in silent repeat.Just one tone endlessly looping.A tunnel to follow.Frozen moments depending on chosen slideeither hell or heaven, either punishing or soothing.No matter what I choose, all blends. Bleak reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1730918/ So lonely. So silent. So serene.Sitting just here. Time flies by. Letting the ticking of the clock fade away. I only need one place to stay.Just one ray of sunlight highlighting my humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1730915/ What you want me to say. Nothing makes me stay.Give me a rhyme and I change on a dime.This rhythm is mine.And whether we are jumping in Havana or trolling in Valhalla I still be chilling with Santana. I still be cruising , losing my mind, listening to Timberland. Tomorrow land written Sans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1730912/ Riddle. Hebrew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1728790/ In control of being out of control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1724128/ So in a manner of fact, the state of the world and its madness.The way you deliver this line is to cheat and deny it is mine.Taken hostage in a sad play.To diminish the importance of our ecology.You place us on a pedestal while I wanted to stay.Among the other species that you seem to classify under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1724121/ Poem about a John Doe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722257/ Misadventures in Legendary land. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722254/ Not noteworthy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722250/ More madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722247/ Listen little Lilith: Lay low. Like Lucifer, lie luxuriuos. Love lunatics. Log lazy lirycs. Lock limb legs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722245/ Journey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722244/ I can see you well.Beautifull cartel. Stay here, don't say farewell.Keep like a bombshell. Drop it like its from hell.Ba da bim bom Sound da bell. Turn around and yell : Hey I didn't come here to play. Santa come and take my troubles away.You no say: Santa gets away. No way. Daddy got to stay.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1722242/ How grand this universe is.How big the collisions of planets among their midst.The mind can not comprehend the size of its scopenor begin to hope to understand its begin.Every time we think we have grabbed onto something solid it slips.Even in their majestic dance they sometimes miss.Creating f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721786/ Misleading myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721771/ An ode and invocation of Loki http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721764/ Spirituality and sexuality are bound together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721762/ This page is lame.Much too tame.No glory nor fame.Spit of a drooling fool.A carpenter without a tool.Empty Chambers.Blank canvas.Painter staring endless at its painting.A frozen scene. Hearts stop beating.No aching.One stare across the room.A universe communicated.No word.Mediated.An Native American.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721760/ For the sake of reunion I am divide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721759/ It's time.Just twenty more steps and then dead.How did it all begin? How did it come to this? My father learned me that a man has to take responsibility, so I did.I didn't see him home much. He has a city to serve and the city demanded a lot of time of him. My mother raised my for the most.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721350/ seriously? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721094/ All things fluffy.. .I promise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721086/ Also know as things that make no sense. (Damn monkey) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721085/ Some not quite right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1721084/ Invocation and ode to Raphael http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720883/ The horror and the light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720880/ An experiment in frozen time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720879/ A call to everyone searching for truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720878/ An old leave tumbling down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720876/ Evocation of visions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720873/ Growing cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720648/ I do not want to write.To get any rating high.Not for the people that glance across.Seemingly looking to grant some permission to be bador reason to be good.And according to each its mood put a number to a empty suit.A body already in the fridge.I kill my own creations before they twitch.Cold a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720617/ Dead lines give life to possibilies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720456/ Two lovers and a terrible fate closing in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720448/ A path to wisdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720443/ Not to be seen at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720441/ a short pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720438/ A fair warning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720437/ A Celtic poem that goes round and round http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TijlDeconynck/1720433/