http://slow.writerscafe.org/K-Martin The original writings of author Martin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007315 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Abide with me in silenceand listen for the magickIt's here if you lookoverwhelmed in the beautyso tragically overlooked.Abide with me in laughterthe carefree soul, here, thrivesthere is no place herefor greed, fear, or lies.The lesser spirits of the soul.Abide with me in reflectionthe fourth dimensi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723741/ Love does not come in candy,or mortal flowers thatshrivel away in five or six days.It does not come infalse promises that maybe somedaywe will have a good dayand everything will beokay.Love is within the graspof a child comforting hissobbing mother who'sdaughter wouldn't say"I love you" on Mother's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723736/ I found you in the forestWaltzing in the moonlight.Enchanting the trees and whoeverwalked by. And when I walked by,The moon reflected your beautyInto my eye, told me-Dance with her. And when I did,The wind whistled a tuneRuffling leaves that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723557/ I hold in mypossessionA piece of flintAnd one ofsteel.They sitnumbinglyIn my pocket. And I knowThey are there,I haven’tforgottenBecause there isA stirring. They flirt withThe lint inMy pocket butI cannot burnFrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723556/ For many silver nights,Clouded, nearly full moonsI share the lifeWith a candleBy virtue of fire. With lit minds andLit cigarettes,Let us ventureAbide in unityWith flickering radiance. Flame that wouldPenetrate like flowOf air with win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723552/ Frank dreamed he was sent to a prison because of a crime he didn’t commit. And Frank would have been upset about it if he hadn’t plead guilty. He woke every morning to a tray slid in through a small flap in an armored gray door with some sort of slop that he could barely identify as his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723550/ I’ve been stripped awayfrom faith,from love,and home.Lost my place in the houseof the lordand thrown naked to the earth.Learn to walk beforeyou run, but first yougotta learn to crawl.and the first thingI crawled to was your armsfor my home.Now what should I expectfrom someone withmore broken b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K-Martin/1723548/