http://slow.writerscafe.org/Volo The original writings of author Stanislav Volo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062087 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by the idea of the Voynich manuscript http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832020/ Our animal is moving in the forest.It never looks at you.It never looks at me.It can hear,But it will never listen.It's made of heavy hearts and eerie whistles.It's bound to move in fear of intuition,Our animal is in the forest of submission;Submission in the land of fauns and flowersIn animals and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832018/ The Water -Dripping down the drain,The perfect world of lost terrain.The rain is falling, as in pain,The roads are singing in the rainThe sounds of winds;The moving chain;The zipper merging traffic lane,Entangled flowers, passing train;When you are running for the busThe grass will wave "Goodbye" to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832017/ Sit-down and waitDo not be sadYou know thatEverything is RadAnd don't feel downThe World is in your handsAnd life is just a little mess.Like a wild elephantThat swallowed the phoneI am going to work.A madhouse waiting for me thereAt eight o'clockFrom all of those who are insaneThe most delirious is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832016/ It is a Reflection on the war in Iraq and Afghanistan written in 2003, where I'm anticipating the rise of ISIS. Moon Yet still, in our Nurtured Hollow beds The Moon will feed Self-conscious Heads http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832015/ I'm trying to get back from the fightFrom the battle, I left behindAnd maybe in another lifeYou will whisper to me- "Survive!"You will raise your leaves in the airStretching over cliffs of despairReaching the skies aboveGiving endless amounts of loveBut I'm not trying to prophesy,Even flowers can br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832012/ People, people;So complicated and so simple;They walk around on the solid groundThey smile when they are weeping.How many souls has the Sun lost?How many hearts got broken?It is impossible to know who is broke,And who is broken?The ugly concrete will be my leap,The solid grey sky will be my spine,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/2832011/ We speak of war and war is our desire.We speak of battle - battling in rage.Until we see and feel the flame of burning fireWe will be dancing, dancing in the cage.Refreshing chilly purity of airUnlocks our eyes from this unconscious flare“What if we'll die or we’ll be causing painWhat if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1926004/ I'm in the middle of the mush,       The gear of Grinder,       Have to push.       Those heavy masses,       This melting juice;I'm in the middle of this mental drug abuse.       No word   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1923401/ I'm in the darkness.Away from happiness,Away from sadness.I'm in the dawn.Walking around…Thinking about a cloud…My cloud of ignorance, my cloud of selfish pity, Decapitate, Destroy, dissolve me - city.Please, stop me here!I cannot exist.The darkness's crawling in the mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1921881/ This time, I'm on my own. Without a ticket, without a dream, just sitting here in writing skim... "A, B, C" Closing doors, browsing the high way of flat door rails. You must seat to the right, lean back and realize- This weather is no surprise and rain is falling, falling on our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1921880/ Between dreams in deafintersection of shadowsThe thin line of days is dancing, but music foreshadows-How the tips of the Earth were touched by the starBetween them and the others in front of the altar;All the heavenly fairies of the cosmic racesPlowed the heavenly prairies like ancient P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1921877/ Time is running through the park in the summer rain.Time is running out at night in the bullet train.Time is pushing someone else to win.Time is flying and it falls within;Time does not belong to you and to me.I could not find Time in my dream;In this empty park, in this summer rainI keep thinking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1921874/ Sit-down and wait Do not be sad You know that Everything is Rad Do not feel down World in your hands And life is our Little mess. Like a wild elephant That swallowed the Phone I am going to work. A madhouse waiting form me there At eight o'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1921868/ (Someone once told that life is infinite magic of continuous wave of infinite connections) And the Great oceans of winds, and rivers of clouds, washing the shorelines, and mountain Peaks,Embellishing the surface of the Mother Earth;And the Earth rotates, making her round trips around the Grandm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1897901/ the nature of tiredness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1893248/ Love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891873/ Friendship poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891854/ Love Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891850/ About Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891758/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891757/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891139/ ---------I feel alive todayMore than the other dayMore than my whole everyday lifeToday I feel alive----------To the nature of thingsYou must say:"Hands away! Hands way, from my way!"In one hour you are dead on the ground.In two hours it's full of flowers.In three hours you are the seeker of light.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891135/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Volo/1891045/