http://slow.writerscafe.org/rgregoryadams The original writings of author G? en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108778 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a time, I recollect from long agoMy dreams were limitless, I was unafraidThe limits of my imagination were interruptedOnly by those who had noneThey were aged, had seen the measure of imagination's boundaryThey assured me, philosophically, poetically, I'd never be freeIn their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1801878/ We two, amongst the swaying grassUnsounded and restless, the old and the youngLions, like father and sonScarred not broken, not beatenTime tells though that the old will succumb to the newMy lion son, how I do love youKnowing someday, perhaps thisMy reign will end, I'll quit with your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1801861/ As darkness settles, within and withoutThe mind wanders,Something within me shoutsReact, don't relentNo wrong done, needless to repentI awake from this state and realizeNot MY soul, for the reaper was sentNo, not I, but someone closeCalling, the calling, as darkness fallsFalls in our houses, in our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799661/ I can’t take away the pastLike a thief who steals thoughtsMemories are like an oceanWhose surging wavesCrash upon my mindAnd recedeLeaving only tracesMy dreams are filledWith the remnants of my lifeThe tide has left me with thisStolen thoughtsIn my mind’s eyeThe gull flashes bySoaring on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799623/ Your youth and enthusiasm for livingEvokes distant memoriesI too was that childInnocent and unawareAs an older man fear dictates that I sayBewareThis world doesn’t care for youIsn’t concerned with your heartbreakWill leave you stranded aloneWhen you need a comforting voiceIn your darkest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799621/ Like herds of cattleThe Ordinary Man grazes around usFrom our lofty vantageWe survey our kingdomPreoccupied with the taskOrdinary Man never stops to askBut we of rational mindPut Ordinary Man to the most extreme of tasksHerd mentality denigrates when it should sublimateOrdinary Man can’t diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799619/ Your youth and enthusiasm for livingEvokes distant memoriesI too was that childInnocent and unawareAs an older man fear dictates that I sayBewareThis world doesn’t care for youIsn’t concerned with your heartbreakWill leave you stranded aloneWhen you need a comforting voiceIn your darkest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799617/ I’m cold.The recognition affirms that I exist yet the physical condition is all that I am aware of. Exist?Darkness.Is there no light or are my eyes fused shut? The presumption that I can see instigates motion within me; I can differentiate light from dark, cold from hot.Like an ancient, wooden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799615/ who are you?the mirror image informs my existencebut could the mirror lie?the shadows grasp at truthfigments of an imaginary beingthe hollow soulencapsulates the sententialbut truth?eludes my mindI aspire to palm trees and blue watersbut flounder amongst steel and sewerwho are you?Who am I?identity .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799613/ Oh mother, I'm failing again. Losing love from whence I began. Mother tell me, the story of my creation, a harbor, a boat, a hideaway t'wich you ranPlead the fifth-avenue to be sureAs a young lad I learned to miss herMy spiritual enforcer, escape from CanhamMet her end with tears, missing gran'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799599/ Anger. Saint anger. I sit below the tree and call to youThe heather is sharp, green stems and purple blossoms as I wade towards the shoreHurts. It hurts that beauty calls for my pain It's always been so, beauty calls out my nameSaints-decimation. Angels decry my existence. Watchers. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799597/ Rich and poor, who's to justify?The rich adjudicate while the poor relentTis' a difference 'tween a rich man's blind justificationand a poor man's necessary relentI tell you thisNo man yields power sufficient to force another's relentForce met with force is historically the human wayYet within us is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799594/ Swayed my thoughts, to another timea broadsword at my shoulder, a dirk behindA woman, an axe, as my highlands are sure this woman is mineI live by the sword, my word is my crucibleHonor bound, I forge aheadMy life framed by the images in my headHighlander, Scot, Usurper undesirableI stand with my br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799592/ From the darkest recesses light will find its wayNo matter the storm, calm will prevailNo matter the travailReason will prevailFor we are children of the light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799589/ True my loveMy love is for theeFrom the tempest, storm drivenThat excites the living seaTrue my loveMy love is for theeAs the oceans deep Likens the blackest of the skiesTrue my love My love is for theeThe winds scream through the hillsShrieking messages of meTrue my loveMy love is for the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799586/ There is a place in time shared, yours and mineA body existent in the first, a memory that lags behindIs it real or a construct of my simple mind?Old soul is the termOft describing my natureIf it's true then what of my maker?For it cannot beThat time has set me freeReliving a relief that allows me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799584/ Time at this point is crystal clear to meIt's a line of definition that somehow grounds meBut just as a crystal with its clarity pleases my eyesTime is a parent cleverly disguisedYoung and new to time gamesMy heart open was vulnerable to all entertainedNaive and impressionableLife threw the unmentio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799581/ I want to tell you a story, might be tough to swallowPerception is reality they say, not sure I followThat idea seems short thought to me, like a bird with one wingYou see, it is what it is-we once agreedBut as we age, that short winged bird no longer sings As a troupe, a cadre, we think oursel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799579/ Hey now listen, no doubt it's toughClear in my mind I don't give enoughBaby please understand What I had to to give was stolen long agoCompanion I can be, love, peace and harmonyOur spaces are separate, but we're still the sameWhen talk of lovers, it's always your nameIn my heart, my heartLoyal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799578/ How you are, so far, you areHow can one be, so lost to me?How you are, so far, you areHow can we live disparately?Same flesh, same shapeOur wills relateRise now, bend the windLofty heights, my fatherHow you are, so far, you areEyes locked, senses alertYour failures still hurtSame flesh same shapeMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799576/ Do you understand what it means to be me? He said. To know the outcome of life or death in an instant?To decipher the words, the lies, the hidden innuendoes?That protect the disingenuousWhen they shelter veiled, noxious liesWho are you? Coyotes of my storm?Hiding innuendoes, disingenuousNoxious.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799574/ I'm lost without you your eyes tell my taleOur paths crossed, youth favors I knew you then, know you nowLost without you, somehow here and nowOur paths crossed and I was misalignedThat our future was somehow intertwinedHere we are looking to another dayLost without you, my tale untold Spea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799573/ As young men we bravely face the stormThunder in young men's fistsConspire to assert their own embraceNo love there, complicit in their group is the normLife moves quickly, soon a family manFear of failure motivatesYet endeavor to complete the spanThat gap of love and lust and fear and hateLater yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799571/ The child inside huddles, seeking recognition, I'm not what I appear to beThe child of a child and a man who is to me no moreLife is cruel they say, 'it'll let you down"The cruelty in life is self inflicted says IA remembrance of "nothing in life is free"How it hurts, the struggle withinThe con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgregoryadams/1799567/