http://slow.writerscafe.org/baccheion The original writings of author Joel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105097 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Several daysTrumped by darknessstormed into a brightersorrowed evening blossomingwords unspokenby candlelightdelighted by light hearted laughterchilling tones of fire in icelurching forwardtoward tomorrowsdreamt by hearts of oldWhere to take the dayor where else it may leadwhat more and why then aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1850759/ Your eyes, they sparklefilled with a desiremaking you mineeven in timeafter a timeeach timeWhere to when in a momentleft to dreamall that lingerssearches forwarddeeper stillSay it lackswhat was meantat each passingheld in timewaters fallfavoring mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1833164/ In death, fears ragingonly then can it beas majesty ascendingringing true to ears hearing life's callWhat will it be, thensaid in timewith time sparingleaves fallen, grasping delightful reveriesof what's pastlingering, brinked upon nothingnesssweet in its feelcalling new lifewrought with p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1830907/ Some timesin timesthose timeswhen all in mindare but to dreamsteadily throughtoward ends motioning for reverie standing, dreamily basking in euphoria-seeming bitterness sweetly wrapped with wordsscreaming gentlya pain mixed with despairTo be seenbegging even thenfor a momentas on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1830625/ In a moment when all is left to dreamwondering even then as toward bitternessseeking forwardworlds sleigh waiting hearts Beating another wondrous tuneanother time at playwhat when minds wanderleaving melodica majestic ringingbountiful in the airseated toward the endwhat silence each n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1830471/ A few words whispered sweetlymeant only for your earsto inspire in youwhat lies hiddendeeper withinbehind burning desirefiery, ragingseeping even througheach innocent gazeIt may not even be known to youthe depths longingyearns to replaceamidst flashing lightslife unfoldingwith eyes wide openas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825722/ There are times when in rhymeit makes wordsflow toward the bitternessand in the endwhen it's sangwhat's to be praisedthen left againthere standsalways..And never again will there be lackfor even in darknessa better wayand even to sayas should be saidit all lingers aboutteetering gentlyteas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825180/ Only in minds of mortal ones seeking..Find what they lackas it wanes slowly throughtoward the bitter endHow then can it bewhat else is therewhat more and who does it settlewithinand where thenshould it endto begin againNear thenthe end is saidto be without finishpolished, traded for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825179/ Oh, to be within the confines of timeeven this timespeaks to meand in timeit's saidall that was to bethen againthe end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825178/ You're like a mystery: unique, special, and captivating, like the beauty in passing of motionless trees. The wonder of who you are is like a puzzle, relentless in its desire to be unraveled. Your essence makes me long for those warm summer days in the park filled with l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825176/ Yielding to the motion of crashing waves,step ashore at one with elements ragingall said to be apart, yet at once wholeWherefore or where to seekfor then it's as a moment's hasteassimilated, no, imprisoned by time mourning the road aheadas even then hollowed by foresightit slips towar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825175/ What a gift traded for lovedivinewithout hastewhere crashing wavessteal hearts beatingnearer there, washing ashorefarther it feinsdrifting from homeFor better waysa majestic ringing in the airwhat else soundsas it wasmeant to carry forwardthese daysspecially placed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825174/ Oh how sweet it would befor it to be methat's the one to revealin days beforethe IPO of many of these(and the main other 3)that what the worldhas been waiting foris sitting with me--with open arms--desperately ready to be--with you--always. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825172/ Near to meit's certain to bethat time againand in my right mindas I approach steadily this timeagain I am whereI was to beAnd where from herebut where it wasI had to gofor even in the afterit all still begsto be what it's surewill be marked in timeand time againsweet reveriefor it has beenwhat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825171/ For when you have lost it allAnd all that's been foundhas been toward the freedom in mind and in timewithout which even when it's divineit's done just to be in linewith it all in playWhat's there to see againon that stage thenwhen it was all said to beginand then heaven ended itonly to have it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825170/ What will it take to have it flow freely from withinWhat more is to be said for it to be seen what needs to beHow hard is it to believe that even then it's seen moreand knows what's meant to beDoes it even matter that they dare not mentionand feign an embraceWhat's ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825169/ Wandering aimlessly through the fogplaced at each cornerawaiting each momentit lingerscarrying onward with ita steady gazeDare any to tear throughto the bitterness withinshould it seek forthforward or through reverie be madeto believeWhy then should they pray, tell, or fearwhat would it ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825168/ In the end what a dream and when it endsand we dreamwe dreamily seek to see to the endall that has yet beguntil thenthen againI will send for it to all end againAnd to the end,I welcome againanother tear,parted from hearts departedwondering where souls layfrostingquietcoldchaliced in warmt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825167/ Somedays I wonder and even then it's said to be truefor at the end who will have ever known what it was to beand even with youthe bitterness as it stares toward wanderings wherene'er againthe twain shall meet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825163/ Dreams through realitypierce perceptionwith whispering windswafting toward tears of heartsdepartedApart at the seamsits part lingeringteetering on towardamnesia's sweet releaseForgottentall tales of oldenters thereFear notit's a lingering gazestaring heartily toward the meaningless sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825162/ Somedays it's certain I wonderbut when againas I'm thereseeking, longingand at the endseeing it cautions solemn lingeringfound at last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825160/ Not to be rememberedit's funny stillbut even thenwithout wonderthought hard to defineClaiming to be minebravoit's said againintriguing beyond wishesseeking elsedrifting towardthe end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825159/ Some say in fireothers in iceoh how desiresets apartfrom worlds fallendreamscovering mineSome days, I wonderwandering whenall there's to seealong amnesia fieldswith choruses singinghappily beamingmoments filledsolemnly seekingmore like meWhen there's but a daya better wayall to saymake hasteput back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825158/ I often wonder what it would be like to dreamthen have reality follow mine. In time I have questioned whyand now no longer feel as empty inside. I've wondered I have seenand some dreams were just not meant to be. Too much dreamingnot enough tastefind yourself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825157/ I only say what I sayto say againwhat I meanbut in the endtoward the end of timethey promised all shall be mineso at that timeand then againwe shall be togetherbut not as friendsDare I wonderand bother to dreamof tainted nightsclouded with steamfrom a shower beforeheated with passion all it's o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825156/ A beginninga middlean endthen again.Formulaic throughoutto the bitter end.Try something newdon't let it endwith you repeating the same old thing again.Structured perfectlya copy cat's excusestudying rhymes he could never writeeven if given 'til the end of time.It's not because it's te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825155/ In the all I've saiddare I wonderwandering toward nothingnessagainStill timethis timein timedue timecourse offeredwonderers followTell it proudly still I designedset it apartmy partin mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825154/ Solemnly swearnever departedwear itall hearts laywastingDays passsummers setsun tests hearingLet it not be saiddealt withinthe bittered end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825152/ Once the night's fire blazesall that endsstillness heats withinand thenso much more that's saidand meant it stillCreatorsfighting tiring new lifecreationsbountiful stillSearchingpinnaclesfar achievingsave these wordsfor tearsas memoriesall fleeting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825150/ In a certain state of mindI'm thinking it was due timetoof my own mindwrite words to defineall I have in mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825149/ I'm losing myselfnoit's been taken awayI can't hold on any longerI can't stand being what I am todayI want outI want to be freeI want this BS to not be meI want better daysold man tales by the christmas fireit's not too much to asksuch simple desires http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825147/ I wonderI seedidn't even know that came from meI sawI begin to believeand how quickly it all changeswhen none can agreeAgree with whatthat's all I'd saythough I couldn't care lesseither wayI have since forgottenwhat it means to beand to see with clear visionall that I am to seeI haven't even triedth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825146/ One day soon you will see, that it was me and you that was meant to be.When we wander, easing through time,there we will be, peaceful amidst crashing ocean waveswashing in dreams to the shore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825145/ The silent wind whispers a prayer,so imagination moves me.And in stride I creep away;not wanting to serve the role of a thinker: not silent, yet really, not quite there.Not an option to fly freely away, so in the world of questions and suppositions the imagination, as itself, enduring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825035/ Somedays I wonder where it all went and what it was all for. All is lost if the last sign is a man seated by the wayside drifting with the wind; aimless, and without cause. Where would he have gone had he not lost his way? Where else, and how fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825034/ There are no words to describewhat I feel insidethe things you do to meit happens every timeSeeing a picture of youit's the perfect disguiseto hide that it's you I likeyou knowwhat's on the insideNo one would ever believeand a man this does not makefor who would see someone as they areand not j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825033/ I am here again wondering when it will all end. I feel it again, a certain freedom I've longed to hear. It's such serenity, I hope it lingers again. And then when I am expected to again, I'll just say it in the end. I want to be free again. Free to be me again. And to see what it is that makes me be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825031/ Somedaysthe wonder never ceasesand within meit's all that was meant to be. Steer me toward definitiona destiny lingeringlonging to be beyond disbelief. Forcefully it waivers forwardlike winds pushing heartily through motionless trees. Disturb not a soulthey have not yet lain to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825030/ sometimes it's for me to say it's timeand when I say timedon't say again this timeI'll be wonderingwandering aimlesslyand toward the thenafter which it was meant to beand all was set as freewe war and fight nonethat we shall all too soon seethat it was never againwhat was and has beenand thus s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825029/ You feel so sweetlywords can't describehow assuring it feltwhat went on in my mindSo perfectly it setsstillness in timeseeing after all that's been dealtno rhymes dare tell what I'm feeling this timeSounds of your memory ring wondrously to my earsall left is to wonder what anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825025/ You should know love knows no distanceand true loveno timeIt's transcendentlike watering of leaves during summer's fogbrightened with brilliance in luminescence of a setting sunFor years the world has wonderedsearching for what it lackedthen it was foundand it was you and metogetherta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825024/ For love I have lost nothing at allI've never felt what it was liketo want it all to beonly the thoughts that overtakewhen seduction sedatesI long for nothing at allIt all seems fleetingworthlesswithout a pointWhat does it even matterwhy do I even tryI will never feel a thingand even thennot th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825023/ When the world endsand we all standsayeth "dost thou"for dost thou saywe shallIn the endwe seek to existto begin againand then we prayhoping it will all endThen againdare I say to seekto hearto wonderor dare I long for the wordto dreamWhat sayest thou, almighty?Shall it beor will it set me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825019/ Oh how lame it would befor that to beeven for mewhat it isBut stillI do agreethat we shall seeIt won't be long nowne'er thee worry of hasteit's time ticking slowlyreadying to change paceRespond as you shouldas you would mean it to beto let go to finally seewhat it means to be freeLiving it each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825018/ I'm searching for these words to definewhat I feel inside.Nothing really, but in timeit will be as divine as the poetic danceof pirates bountiful,a majestic ringing in the air. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825016/ Once the world is watchingthere it isalwaysnext to mesomething so freeingit just has to beWhat of that moment in timewhen it becomes timeto say another linein time to march worlds forwardto the enduntil the end of time?What of my mind?What of it's search,divine,for the divinein a time when it's jarr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825013/ Why even bother?Why go there?Why try?Why do anything at all?Why even ask why?Why so many faultsso many dreams waiting to die?Why so many morethat don't even try? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825012/ Whatpray telldo you seek to sayon thisanother day?Do you have plans to dreamor do you dream awayeach dayin no certain hastewonderingwhat a waste?Does it standthat with timean endAnd at the endthen again?Or is it wonderthat lets it all ceaseleaving you wonderingwhat it means to me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825010/ Somedays I long for another wayto sayonce againthat it was you who hadthe taste to seeall that was mebut no more.And though I have since changedand nothing has remained the same,I still wait to be justwhat it was meant to beeven without youand me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825009/ I fear nothingit's true and that I knowit was to be you, me, and more.What more can I seebut what was meantwhat never wasand what desperately wants to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baccheion/1825008/