http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamskaricGrooves The original writings of author Ua en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779304384 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A point, a nod to a song that is so entranced by its own beat, that it does not know how beautiful it is until the beat is dropped. Picked up once again, that kind of beauty always leads one to be off the hook. Treasured sickness, an ill ease into ones own discontented content. A small referential g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/2136035/ Art of no hands and throat to cope with a world trying to learn itself.A hard line being walked with the shakes.Break the mirrorBreak the mirror Break the mirrorPlacate to the sounds of your imagination.Hard lineCracked maskA bypass as we walk through the night.I will see you in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/2070800/ What do I want to do?I want to experience you bare, naked in the pale moon light where you have dropped everything except your devotion to her.Until that day comes, I want to spend every second coaxing her out of the cage until she is free.What do you want to do today? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1996311/ Oceans stilled by her hugs alone, as my sailor drops mast for the night. In her harbor he feels the calm, brine still pulses.A sirens trance masks the heart.Stars tremble in the nights sky, unhinged from the heavens they fall one by one like a cannonballs splash.Flashback of a pirates bligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1993558/ Do you truely only want one person to feel this?These are not my scars, this is my beauty.Open to the wind like a fesh razor burn.Exchanging vulnerable romance with every glance, the only way to see is to be seen.Fragile, red hot, molten iron cast into the anemic tepid waters.Scalding stea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1992900/ Historical whips mirror the futures past.Fox circle progression with tangential dreams.Red, what does it look like?Love, what does it feel like?Freedom, what does it sound like?Show me all these things.I am now, I am yours, give me your whip.Let me see the ancestrial stains.Let me fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1986958/ I just hurt today. I am taking on challenges, I know, but I am killing my best friend at the same time. This hurts him and me. But I can't sit around waiting, so I move forward, with the tip of the dagger at his heart. I am trying to look him in the eyes as I do it, so he knows, he knows that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1986377/ I know I am one.I never knew, it was like some clouded dream.I am not proud of it in any way. I do not come into people's spaces unless I am invited, I do not want to impose my burden on them, but if they asked for it I will come right in and start to feast their life blood because I have no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1984629/ Day's wind.Night ghosts.Children of twilight.Fluid dusky gargoylesFireflies of the dawn.Plasmic bifocal apparitionsBird songsCricket chirps.Sun crest pings trying to find a home.Joshua whispers Yucca into the night.Vespertine flowers open for caress. Cool stigma of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1984362/ She is my lady.She is my ride.She's the one always by my side.She is tall.She is lean.She is a dance machine.I lose her in every beautiful thing I see.I have mistook her for a flower.I mistake her for the trees.She has soft skin.She's my HarlequinMy playful child.She's runnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1983621/ Lost in the lovers light.A traveler born from the wrong side of town.With a sincere vision of your truth he let's the words escape his lips.You have stumbled across these bones many nights.Fancied by the fires light.Sang songs, drank wine, reminiscing this ghost inside.A shadowed memory .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1982189/ Whose soil have I taken claim?Whose earth have I named?Whose river have I run dry?Out of whose mouth do I lie?Whose story have I stole?Whose freedom have I tolled?For whose spirit do I cry?On whose earth do I die?Take this parcel from my chest.Sew the seeds for birds to nest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1982012/ Suppress, suppress, suppress.Open, open, open.Snap!!!Who, who, who am I???!Bury, bury, bury.Blossom, blossom, blossom.Snap!!!Where does the snap go?Stab, stab, stab.Heal, heal, heal.Snap!!!The things in between.Hate, hate, hate.Love, love, love.Snap!!!Wait a minute, who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1980739/ Phase flux funGolden aura of love.Butterfly eyes bat as they wisp into the dark.Confusion. Solitude. Feelings.A smile rises as the sun.Infectious. Warm. Inviting.Please pause.This is real, but it is not, right?She looks as if I know she can't tell me.Mischievous sunset.I call h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1980721/ Alchemy behind closed doors.Scene cuts into space between.Look elsewhere, hide your eyes. Get lost in a good cry.Fall into the crack upon your face.Let someone's touch take you away.Blink.Breath. Kiss. Stutter.Feel me.A new moon.Just be brave enough to dissapear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1979805/ Last I remember, I was on the mans porch. I was cleaning up a couple pop cans that my girl and I were using as ash trays before we headed out. I was going to throw them in the garbage outside thinking that the well to do man would not want to have a cigarette butt smell fume across his lovely home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1979447/ Sunsets, trees call in the wind.The fall is here to claim her seeds.Ornamental leaves fight in the street, ripping each other to shreds.Mixing and stirring she howls in the dying darkness, for some are honored to be the soil. I wonder if the seeds know, this show exists for them.Steeped th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1979413/ Carrying a million boy's hearts that were lost in men, she toils, a myriad of sticker tattoos trailing up her arm all subtlety pointing to the one that lays on her opposing cheek, placed as if kissed by some tribal war fairy that was fighting for the fate of man kind. No doubt that she is one of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1979394/ Rind thickened so dense not even God could spoil the lavender fruit that lies beneath.Covered with burr to get lost in a coyotes moonlit dream.Carved the inside out a hallowed shell, buoyant down the river.I will make this a hard man.I can only hope the boy is stronger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1977924/ Let me go. Let my form dissipate into the air.Give my reflections back to the moon.Bury me in a familiar scent you cannot place.Let me exist as the wind upon your face.Smell me in the fires light.Hold me in the still night.See me in your beloved eyes.Feel me every time you cry.Hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1976700/ Lost in the dead mans dream of trying to filter himself from the earth. Thinking every piece of gold jewel is him discarding everything else as shallow earth. Differentiate, segregate, differentiate until grains of sand are not without abandon. No I do not want you comfortable in your skin, how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1976296/ As my guards start to soften, and my stories become less exact and dreamier, I get a chance for you to show me your beauty. It makes me weep in sorrow to see what I have and have not done for you. I never try to get blinded by the light I see in you, but it happens. I wrap you into a role that i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1974209/ Continuosly walking with amnesia the Gods create.Another story, another land, but so familiar.Building up as they forget to build out.Messages have been left through out time, monuments resurrected, stories passed down through time, and ballads written during the times when the Gods remembered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1974047/ He moves with his hammer so slow.Telling the passers by that they do not want to change too fast and ruin the illusion that you have a self.I mean; he moves with that hammer slow.Like a painting you can come back to year after year seeing the same thing, but if you make the years into a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1974027/ When I first acquired Shiv, or she acquired me, who can tell? She would persistently run away from me. She even once jumped out of the car window when I was driving. It was like she had no trust in me and did not want to be around me. She ran constantly and I would run after her yelling "shiv,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1972709/ I have created a space where echos don't even exist.A place where feelings were supposed to be protected.A home for the nights wind to roam free, a place where I could be me.Stolen by slight of hand to become a solitary man.The night wind howls through his chest.Making his hand cold as the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1970814/ Cry baby cry.Let the wind blow as you let your people go.Let the rivers run dry, barren under the nights sky.The sea is our new home, feeling the tides swell night and day.Feeling the waters sway.It takes courage out here, but if you run out in the by and by.Don't hesitate to cry baby cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1969935/ In the cool breeze of the moonlight, I smile, silently look over nodding with recognition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1969393/ Spine is broken, right behind the heart.It bleeds down my back like a run on sentence that is clinging to a life story.But only if...You always.....This is how....Any utterence will sound the dark bells that deliver the same message.You are not....Tight grasps around nothing as it gets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1968959/ Fading into myselfMy lovers see me.Fading into myselfI go blind.Fading into myselfI am scared.Fading into myselfI only do for you.Goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1965667/ You pluck the strings.I'll chose the cord.This instrument was made for two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1965354/ Words are obsoleteJust sit with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1965130/ A line could be drawn.A song could be sung.A dish could be washed.These things have nothing to do with me, and everything to do with you. I hope to see you again soon.The one who loves you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1964815/ Sunlight through splintered glass imprints a contrast tapestry along our window sill.I lay my hand to rest.As day turns, shadowed silhouettes dance across my skin.I think of you and your silly games. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1964033/ LoveTeaches Love How to Love LoveWith Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1963933/ And the sun still shinesAnd the air is still wetAnd the words still sweetAnd here we areI know the time is not rightBut still, here we areBreathing, loving, winkingI can hear the woman under the girlShe is asking if it is safe to come outI signal yes, but we both know the time is n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamskaricGrooves/1963719/