http://slow.writerscafe.org/Philkolons The original writings of author Phil Kolons en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016658 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With vague threatsAnd strong wordsOur furtive meetingWas avertedBy hook?Or by crook?One can only wonderPerhaps our handlersSaw somethingThat we had ourselvesOverlookedMaybe we were justBored to the point Of stupidityOr liquiditySo that it was obviousTo everyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1764780/ I am old enoughFor you -Constant elevationBeats anyones rulesAnd broken enough EnglishTo fool the fools with -Maybe only interests BooYou're weathered enoughFor me - To make yourConstant disregardFor rules of speechEndearing enough,To say the leastMriumphghhNot br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1753301/ Milk the NectarFrom the WombHarvest underA Blood MoonAfterbirthDeathAfterdeathRebirthLie with those aboveWalk with those belowPass through the aftermathGuided down the blood pathArise and awakenBy life, be takenArise and awakenTo ReanimationUnwind the bloody.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1753296/ She sits, forlornly, in a cornerFull of fear, and immobilizedAlone with her secret secretionsNo one hears her as she criesHer most prized possessionWas prized away from her possessive handShe thought she could keep it for foreverBut watched it be absorbed into the sand She knows,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1749281/ Dear Dalai LamaGrand Master BuddhaYour life is worth nothingThere is nothing to itEat what thou wantDrink what thou wantDo what thou wiltConcern thyself notYour mandala has a jagged edgePainted on a robin eggWith a leg of lambNothing is nothingEverything is everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1749154/ One night i met a woman in jailShe had purple hairWore a lavender dressAnd smiled when I came in her cellShe hiked up the hem of her gownTo reveal her legs covered with boilsI stared as she cared notShe said, "I dance color away,"Matter-of-factlyI didnt understand what she mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1745513/ Co-dependent antibodiesSharing space within the genomeBumping uglies - trading placesAlways ever seeking homesLocked into a deadly struggleFor survival - wriggle freeCannot fight the base of natureNor escape their destiniesFrozen still in timeless blunderCoexistent blissful sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1745488/ Like a bad habitTo be brokenAfter awhileIts just not spoken about, bobbyWork is never doneFixes never comeSon of a b***hLiterallyDrop the 'y' from bobbyIn the street wif yo teefYou cretinOf course, your big-a*s brain Can solve the worlds ills, maingWhat would you Have us do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1742946/ Tears burst the levees of my stoic eyesWith tsunamic forceWhen i found you lyingOn the bathroom floorAwaiting the cold hand of fateTo deliver you to your destinationAnd my spirit brokeAs i tried to impart my loveUpon your dessicated formFor what i saw was the last timeYou pur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1742774/ Death is the answerTo all life's problems- such a beautiful thingLife is the problemFor all dead answers- that should make sense That s**t's a hazardIts a dangerIt will do you inThere's a hungerIts an urgeAnd it will never endNo illusionsNo surprisesAn advertise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1733514/ Where did you putThose secret booksYou undertook to writeSo long ago?Benefactor-civilizerYou knew ofThe Sothic cycleAviator-hellraiserYou saw the precessionOf the equinoxesRaised on a pillar of flameThe Earth trembled and the Waters cameCarried aloft in your shemA birds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1733508/ I hope my head explodes one day -And the lil bug inside my brainJust crawls awayI hope i break a legOr two Or threeJust to surviveTo stay aliveEvery dayI wanna sleep for so longSo deepI never wanna wake againEveryone is doing itAnd, yes, we are gonnaDo it too, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1733507/ My temper is mildBut you so drive me wildWhen you act like a childAnd You know You do. My feelings are coolBut i act like a foolWhen im closer to youAnd You know Its true. Oh what a tragedyThese things Shouldnt beMy patience is thickBut your movements are so quickThat i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1733504/ F**k painIt happens anywayOn a small scaleWe suffer it everywhereThere is no escapingThe entrapments of "whats fair."And whats "well done" And whats "rare"Only to just barely make itTo our coffinsF**k that, death is onlyA concept held by thoseStill holding on to their offices.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1728377/ I pray to non-existant gods ThankfullyFor my lack of interest in MotorcyclesFun, though they may beI would rather kill myself, slowlyThan with that machine Defining my death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1728369/ Your lips float above The desolate horizon ofMy psychotic dreamLike two giant, bloodyBirds of PreyFighting and f*****g mid-flightWhirling forever in aPassionate Dance with DeathConcerned only with themselvesThey undulate weightlessly:A smear of crimson against the visageOf a pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philkolons/1728350/