http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tobias%20Bathory The original writings of author Tobias Bathory en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just who are we truly behind the masks that each of us wear? Is there a true self? What are the four stages? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/749547/ A philosophic take on life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/741814/ One century ago today the RMS Titanic was launched after three years of construction. Today we celebrate and remember one of history's greatest works of art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/737770/ At night I watch,as stars go by,the secrets of the sky;that revealeth themselves,unto my eyes,behold the magic of the second sky! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/718095/ There is always that sense of brevity in everything we see with our eyes. The only thing that comes close to lasting forever is, history, our manners are the first to go. From that same limited existence that growls from within ourselves, and at the best of times can go unnoticed, roars a fiery mane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/686748/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/686709/ I fear no song will ever re-capturethe beauty of that dream like face;nor art or science could ever conspire,to re-construct such charm; and grace.  I fear no name will entrance me again,the same as when, she told hers to me;nor blooming scent shall ever e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/685313/ Pierre Auguste Renoir (25th February 1841, - 3rd December 1919) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/683796/ I penned a poem from the sky;romanced the lilac scented clouds,watched on as their eyes did cry,down to the dry crowds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/683383/ Cold - was the greed of Decemberwhen slipped she; onto me a kiss,worthy the need to rememberheed! the pages of history's bliss. Beautifully carved from twilight;illuminating as the moon beats in May,beyond the bright eyes of the clearest of skiesher birthright sings in rune to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/683360/ 'Affection for the feathery kind' to me is about the heights in which love (the embodiment of the lark) can take us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tobias-Bathory/683341/