http://slow.writerscafe.org/Edbornfree The original writings of author Ed Rector en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024723 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rusty, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/2870332/ first poem in a long time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/2786265/ Poisons bleed like ash in a trash on fire,Bring nothing but abysmal decay to my way,Where everything sacred is lost and replacedby a bottle of yesteryears breeds picklingWhile scorches are tossed to the lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1457973/ Into the void the noise echoes to a truth of my mindLike the moon changing tides by light shineWhile the enticing build of structure crumbles brick by brickWe induldge in lifestyles that we find fitThe traveling carnage that is feed to us with lawBreaking the terms and watching tyranny fallThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1457970/ Dirty tyranny suicide birth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1457951/ Like rusty cuts I'm used to dustthe corrosion is eroding shave off the crustIt hurts to bleed but I like the lustOf beauty in dreams of suchAshes smoked remind me of the deadAnd work makes me think of stones insteadNow when I breath there may be smokeThe laughter heard seems so much a jokemy lighter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1457940/ Possession is a dark necro into infamous disease. Every single I I write I choose to believe that every single rhythm should be followed by sheepas long as they dance in the  flock while wolves sleepIf death was sacred to all than weed all be freepat on lock down in slavery in misery concept of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1386327/ If i ever had anything to sayIt'd be the way you're so devilishand i wish the devil to take you underit may be my blunder that i once did fonderthe way i am now makes me want to bounceand all those blissful kisses i wantedare now injections in the graveyards soilI like to toil around your mindbut th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1361169/ This is about heaven and hell raging in a court room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1337658/ This is for the lord and everything beneath him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1334907/ Some thoughts I have about the bank takeover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1324945/ I'm sick of the treason upon my browSearch for gold and you'll still dieHope you've been listening to yourselfcause i know I have stopped tryingNow with you leaving I stand aloneBut it would be better without youBecause you may think your royal But in actuality you're just a whoreYou are like a habi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1297139/ The dusk has settled and around the borders of illusionThe souls they devour me like a roller coasterbrings me high and touches the moonbut you come spiraling down away from meand i hang my head low to the power of the dreamShould i dine in ecstasy though it may be evilI must conquer evil and slay t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1290535/ About a new women in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1275014/ MorningOFTEN I CAN SEE REFLECTIONS IN THE SKYLITTLE CLOUDS MERGING WITH ALLYSWITH A LITTLE CHICKEN COUPSOME BREAD EGGS AND SOUPWE'LL SHARE A MEAL WITH ANOTHERFUEL TO LOINS THAT BURN WITH THE FIRETHAT SET MY LIFE HINGING ON A FILEBELIEVING IN MORE THAN THE X-FILESEveningGO BRING ME THE EXTREMITIESOF .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1271642/ A day at the fair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1260904/ Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... Its true 1984 style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1256374/ intercourse between creation and destruction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1215248/ Instant gratification with karma on my back'throwin dice and playing black jackdrink ice water when the fire gets to hottethered to a wire and boiling in a potthere's violence entrance against my coreand i'll give you shock treatment, you whorecause all i ever wanted was a city in ruinscause nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1192222/ Poetry is a gesture of humiliationset forth in thoughtand released through exploding inkan art form of the livingTo ease our existence that in which we crave near deathour breath may not outlast the inkbut a laugh will make you wonderwhy death even came in the first placeand life begins again a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1184934/ which way are you going, anyway i'm going to lurkIf you decide to be a jerk it i'm going to have to play yabecause i'd rather wander down a one way streetto hear a heart-beat on the breasts of a loverWhere we coincide with each others vibeSing songs for morale to boost us past our ene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1153155/ To fill with wild desires of freedom and solidarity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1120052/ She’s sublime like the aftermath of EverclearSetting of fireworks in my mindMaking everything chaotic seem clear,She came to me through chills up my spine.Gazing at the stars it seems so realThat I could find this way I feel. Where is cupid so I can askTo p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1081065/ Every time your full of budding temptationSweet loving like a rain dance get them vibrationsComing close just to play awhileAnd getting close just to watch you pass byBut the trick you’ve learned does not flyI go for the heart of you sweet veeso come sit right by me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1080973/ My blood flows like gasoline ready to set this town on fire.There's no drug to conjure love. With you as my esteemed loverI can siphon my dreams into a reality that burns sweetnessLike a pinata struck down. Your sway is like a kitethat gets caught in an updraft, sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054816/ Chapter16                I slowly trickled down thetracks and out to the main roads. I wandered downtown with my body juddering.My legs would twitch and for a brief second I would fall, always to catchmyself just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054775/ Chapter15                When I arrived home I felt likeI was going to puke but my stomach was dry heaving. I grabbed some tea to calmdown my gut factory. I went to my room to try and get some sleep. I lay downfor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054773/ Chapter14                Leroy, Phil, and I wandered backto where the driveway to the gorge was. Phil told me to grab my car and park itnear the split in the road that’s down the driveway. I went and got the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054772/ Chapter13                When I got home and sobered up abit I grabbed the recorder. I began to get a grip on the screams and the coughingthat filled the airwaves. It made little sense. It was merely a bunch of hazy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054771/ Chapter12                The rest of the week passed meby like a speed freak on a turnpike, ranting and raving to the cars that passby only trying to get a ride to their next destination but no one would pickthem .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054770/ Chapter11                We arrived about half an hourlate to the newspapers building. “I’ll meet you on Bordello after the meeting.”I told Leroy while giving Vicky another kiss and a hug. I rushed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054767/ Chapter10                 I opened the door and in came Leroy. “What’son your agenda for today?”                I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054766/ Chapter 9I can remember walking back towardsmy pad by myself. On the way back I stopped at the graveyard and began to tryand communicate with the dead. I took up a squat for a few hours by this oldoak tree. I laid there motionless while drifting in and out of consciousness.It felt as if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054765/ Chapter 8                I walked into the parlor. The place smelt of paprikaand looked like a senior man’s buffet. The parlor was filled with elderlyladies with two getting ink done. I couldn’t tell what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054763/ Chapter 7                The weekend passed me by like a transient wake. I wasstill staying with Michelle at her place with Kae, Demi, Leroy and his girlMarcy. We all hung around that weekend drinking shooters and for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054762/ Chapter 6                WhenI got to Michelle’s place Michelle and Jack were waiting outside. They hoppedin and we were off to the fair. The fair was on the outskirts of town, where onevery Friday night they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054761/ Chapter 5                All that night and up until the end of the week I wasconvulsing in gratitude for being where I was. It was fuel to a fire that burntlike kerosene. It was pure Saint Crux sober as we drank and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054760/ Chapter4                A short, dwarf like, man with greyhair and pale skin came walking by us with a Porter Rican eye candy that had abig voluptuous a*s you’d love to bite down on. The eye candy came up to u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054758/ Chapter3                 I took up a quick pace fromMichelle’s place and arrived at Citizen’s Gold within fifteen minutes. Thebuilding was a three story building with basic four cornered architecture. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054756/ Chapter two“Phil. How are you doing my goodman?”                Philwas lien man with iron fists and boots to match. To go against him in a fightwould be like taking a brick to the head. Luckily I kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054755/ Chapter 1                As Iwalked toward the bar the town looked the same. It still had all the localstores and venues. But it seemed so different. That’s just how it goes when youlive in a place like Saint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054754/ A man has a meager job and tries to stay friends with the people he knows. He gets caught up in a sticky situation and has to pay the consequence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1054751/ At this benevolent park lay a world of thoughtTo fish around the barrel with gleam Amongst a rotting pile of clothesWe came congruently with fireAs smoke rose and nutrition was foundLeisurely swallows were consumedHung abound twelve bushesAnd a pigeon for oversightAll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1046719/ in an abruptly hallow cast to seizethe pleasures of my freedomI find a wicked spill of seedeases the mind of any notionsof past and future cravingsBring the raw tomatoesbeets, potatoes, and ryeSo that all consummationwill be put into a siphonand we shall live another day.Fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1043207/ Sex, f**k, f*****g, poetry, poem, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1026038/ i don't usually rhyme at the end of each line but this flowed out of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1011715/ “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” ― Ernest Hemingway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/1000679/ Here's to you and here's to me. Forever friends we shall be, but if we ever disagree, f**k you and here's to me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/988694/ Forsaken son of zion, take one breath now.For your last one will come like a first kissNervous for the line that splits past and futureNot ready to leave but having no more transgretions.Take the wind within your black lungs so deep for yourself yet hallow from the ashes.Slowly I become the nar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/886160/ I've seen the depths of how the raptured keep their praisewhile all the broken hearted mend their ways.It's always an easy way down to the bottom of the barrel,but to get higher you gotta put in love and fight the world,A fire that burns with every good intention.to shake the ones closest and burn t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edbornfree/756017/