http://slow.writerscafe.org/BrianLeeKraklau The original writings of author Brian Kraklau en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163622 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 About a dream... ...a vision.... ........a.. .....NIGHTMARE...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1605913/ The question on her lips posed of intellectual thoughtAs if purposefully froze inside something I had forgotNo apology could quite come to query her intentionsJust as faith had begun to beseech the opaque inventionsFumbling through a paperless charade A preset on some transl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1592081/ When you look at me in view of perceptionI can and will tell you of your own deception I have seen your own fear take hold Through this you and many others still standDenying the fool you all have become to be so And even still when the wall continues to growAll of you still stand in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1592047/ FAR TOO LATEI saw her standing in the corner when the lights dimmed.Red cheeks with a crooked smilespoke deadly temptation.She stood there and  danced as the lights drifted through the shadows.I wanted to build up couragebut i know the time would be a waste.I had been far too late... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1575987/ THESE LOVE WORDSIt seems that I have slipped through the glass.These pills have fried my nerves,And the late night drinks are making me crashI want to forget all these love words.Were you ever really happy seeing my face.I never really wanted this to hurt,And now your eyes hold so much tired hate.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1575949/ at night you leave me wandering aimless stumbling, standing, falling on down the roadwith my guitar in hand in search for fools gold.oh, beautiful city of Las Vegasby sunrise you leave me searching, so lostthe carpet moving under my feet as i light a smokemy eyes wide at her painful words she l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1571418/ a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1499370/ Down the hall and to the left.I extended my arm towards the door.i could feel my fingers Wrapping around the handle.The unveiling of the bathroom floorcame into placid ceramic view.Inside this solemn comfortof what there is to knowof reality and her children,my eyes caught with the gazeof their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1499229/ ALMOSTTWENTY-FOUR YEARS Almosttwenty-four years.Ihave been on this ship out at sea.Mybody, ever changing, Mymind, so filled up to the brim,Evenmy soul, more and more lost,Isthrown in every direction, Asthe waves come crashing in from all sides... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1414616/ Everythingbegins as a fantastic obsessionAs acrazy fairytale like creationA leap oflove,NothingmoreA break downin the thoughtAs handsreach out from the floorWaitingfor the cookRestingby the bookAs hetook another lookInto youreyesInto your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1308849/ _Beyond measurement_Some dreams are worth keeping Locked in some dark cupboard Gleaming in its brilliant meaning Surrounded in quiet clutterBeyond all lively measureYeah, the roads may seem desolate Tough stones and buried treasure Sediment left by some other testament Heavy as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1293695/ ThisisAllthere isFora few seconds ThenOncethese hands moveInrestless gestures TheskyWillturn TostarsPassingon the goIn a matter Of momentary content Justas an ocean breeze Whistles through So will IHalftopic network companies Anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273513/ BREAKIncompetentlittle childEyesto speak so mildYourworld is on fireButyou're already cashed outInk FaintlyfiledTheseenlightened soulsTooblinded by foggy goals Couldonly inspect by the yearsDaysSpent on dying coalsItsok to touchOk to seeBut life is not freeFoot on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273511/ Bionicfuture TechnologicallyconstructedWelded Patented Andmass produced Reflectiveon personal progresses Measurementin self-worth Leftin over run digressesWeall are guilty of suchMaterialism Humanitarianculture Lazy interestsEven this we be lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273508/ FIESTA BRAVA Glaringin fiery strides Peeringinto hellItdoesn't matter Whosurvives Thesered flags waveButwe never knewTheflowers we gaveWerea torment in pointless blood Beyond a well budgetedpayment Sits in sickening loveThe quiet thought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273507/ YOUAND ME, thats what i needThedoor's unlocked baby,Comeon in and recline,I'llbe out of the shower in dear timeIsmell of the earthy grime.Eventhe air Wouldbe drivenStraightout,Ina breezy hurry,But don't worry I'll hasten my wash, Andrush to see you smile, Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273503/ STAR-STRUCKOhMuseI'mon my kneesWon'tyou come pleaseAndwalkSideby sideHandin handThroughthe bullshitDownto The Valley LandAndsleep on silver sandMylove-struck friend Mind twistedArms stretched HandsblisteredThoughts over fetchedHair fire wireFair parchedmarchAir fill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273502/ HammerDownThehammer came down in quiet sanction Soget ready for their armored expansion Leavingus knowing a fraction Paintedwith acrylic resinIsometimes try to forget the compression Loomingdown for its possession Takingmore than just loving affection Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1273501/ The door's unlocked baby,Come on in and recline,I'll be out of the shower in dear time. I smell of the earthy grime.Even the air Would be drivenStraight out,In a breezy hurry,But don't worry I'll hasten my wash, And rush to see you smile, Before we fall into T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1263200/ 3:30AM SATURDAY 3/30/2013 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/1150457/ june 14th, 2012 11:42:56 pm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/995835/ circlingabove my head on a bright sunny dayfarabove the trees and the earth an occasion took placetheslight sound of wings and feathers circled above my headrustlingleaves sang as the danced progressed             flu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/969388/ A WOMAN ON MYMIND TONIGHTohsuch soft cheeks of sweet roses I do misswhatrare and radiant lips too gentle for a kissshejust may be a Juliet in here beautydeadand lost in the seabutthere be no Romeo within me ohgentle night to spy upon open shutters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/853176/ SONGS OF MYCHILDHOOD Waitingat the station the wind blows of cold ice to my heartMybrain drowned too far into the tunes of old days long past Swirlingand twirling within my brain Theydanced and pranced to silent streetsDidyour night go well?Theclown in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/845089/ NO LIMMITS TOTHIStheroom is silent againyetthese ears still ring and whisperarecap of the stories of the day's whooping craneohsweet love don't let this river take your heartthesewings were never brokentheseeyes of blue skies have never been crispersuch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/843615/ I lay down at night swarmed by your image, I wake in the morning sighs of helpless contrite, crawling through the door by lunchI miss your touch, by the evening I wish for our song leading me back home, back to the place I belong, my heart so blue my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837818/ one evening, glasses going round, hearts full of life, and souls shining bright, the voices around speak of new beginnings, speaking nearlyfull of hopes and dreams, I, myself, did not feel as such, I sat in my corner, I smiled, I spoke lightly, almos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837817/ when I look back at the times time wasted on little useless details, it makes me sick, to think that I let these details get in the way showing the truth of lies, simple corrections that people fail to understand deliberate performance of the human reaction,simply bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837053/ as I stretch my fingers in this moment, too hooked for my brain to not reach out this ghost can't be real, oh what a time it is to be caught up in this split second, sitting, pondering, moving, doubting, when the smoke rises the fog lifts its head in retur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837049/ when the sun had finally risen on sleeping eyes asleep for long evenings, realizing these dreams that had lead me down with such a loving, such a deepness of dark warmth opening minds flying down this road a fact of great fictional truths not a single word the tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837045/ twisted on the side-lines, you can't see, nor can I,crooked words, head down time's rocky road,bring us new lies, our livesbased on something constantly misunderstood, we lose it, you all flash your guns expecting me not to laugh, your primitive ways of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/837044/ faces on the wall a progression of timeolder than my only bottle of winefaces that grimacethough with swift bumpthey would all fall away looking into the mirror these faces all different peoplewhat they are to menothing except a slammed door&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/831202/ in the sleepless night, between the thin edges of reality and dream, we still lack the direction and motivation to stand in the way of ourselves realize, we must close these eyes one way or another, we build the walls, here I am stuck in between your teeth, where .. 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http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/827528/ she woke up to me goneit was one cold Sundayanother cup of coffee gone staleanother ship set sailanother faded folk songI ought to let you know my duty calls me to gooh, babe, you must acceptthe tides all call me to exitthis we both must not forgetyears ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/827527/ the wind is blowing down from the northeast againwaves splashing up the side of this boatmy sails are up and pointing up to the starslaying here drifting farther and farther awaystorms have come and gone from this night skyI am here but my thoughts are farther from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/827526/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/827525/ for a woman that changed my world. a goodbye, i must chase my dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianLeeKraklau/824061/