http://slow.writerscafe.org/DionysianGnostic The original writings of author Dionysian Gnostic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991322 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 an envious tear slid down her facelike a flawless diamondreaching for her heartshe wanted to be like those other girlsthe festive, dainty butterfliesthat danced to songs she couldn’t hearthe way the other girls' laughterechoed thunderously while she trembled in solitudemade her every brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/2000321/ stiletto heels strike the pavementlike matchsticks lighting the streets aflamesex sprawls across tinted SUV windowswindshields steamingpointed heels floppingamidst a world of pills and cashlines and nosessmoke and mirrorsinhale, exhalethe tainted spiritpounding the fleshcloser to oblivionchurch bell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1994399/ eyes, clear and truethe majesty of their lightflawless in their sinceritybatting eyelashesopen and closethe way a bud bursts openin a flowering revelationwhile all their gloryreaches out to youand you stare back amazedat the splendor of itat the powerful symphony of a womanthat's totally alivehere a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1993071/ a weathered cobblestone bridgedripping with lush foliageon either side appears quite charmingand despite being in disrepairhas managed to hold steady thousands of wandering feethave stepped across itoblivious and ungratefulfor having stood on its crumbling reachin hopes of visiting the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1987789/ nothing touches thisit drips of magicand revenant textureslayered like sheetsof laughing fogit bends itselfover and over againlike origami jackalspreparing for a feastI have found it to bea bit distractingI have no place for itin lifeso its unrelenting pursual finds me unpreparedit's after you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1985485/ you can hold her handand look in her eyessay somethingsay anythingbut don’t say those three wordsif you doit’s over!for you anywayshe’ll wrap them around your neckdrag you around townparade you in front of her friends,family,neighborseven the neighbors’ dogsand the dogs will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1985148/ in the vastness of solitudea napkin can be a friendquietly consuming your thoughtswith a few flicks of a pen cool glass dripping smudgeswet words make fuzzy textcold beer makes fuzzy mindsI can write a symphony of thoughtfloating, blissful, medicinal thoughtsand hide them under the frothy foamo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1984800/ you're a lipstick-shade away from deadin the final balanceyou've spent too much time obsessingover a pixeland you're missing the bigger picture men are tragically curious dogsfull of appetiteand barkand once in a while cleverbut rarely so loyalso now what? who are you carrying all those br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1984555/ I saw her walking away that day.It was just the way a storm leaves you, but finds you missing the rain.Her hair fell on one shoulderand I could see she still wore that sapphire necklaceI once bought herto match the endless sky I used to love watching in her eyes.I remember she on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1984314/ so closenearly single digits awaythe dilemma of certainty binding metightly knit overtures begin a subtle advance peeking over my shoulderpeeking through open woundsa resplendent apparition glowing delicatelybehind mewithin methe very scaffolding that long agogave soothing repair I want yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1983932/ This is a poem I once wrote when I was feeling down because of some personal difficulties. Full disclosure; it's not meant to cheer anyone up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1983540/ This poem is about learning to release anxiety and finding a blissful state of peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1983178/ This is the kind of thing that happens when a guy with a fertile imagination sees a beautiful woman who takes his breath away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1982724/ I’m carving words like scriptureinto some cathartic bible.I’m releasing every psalminto a gypsy dance.they’ll shuffle in this Dve Gitaryand leap into an empty skyfinding their graves in the chasms left by fallen gods.I’m ending a song today.the very last of it will linge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1982374/ Video included with the poem set to music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1982167/ raw, immaculate dreamwarm in the wicked frost of my spinehow clever the fingers of daylighttouch your hidden wonderscarefully sidestepping the shrieking echosummoned by my angst even as you slip into a blureven as I slip into despairthere is a glimmera small token of kindnessan illusionfeeding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1982056/ a tribute to Dionysus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1981824/ the chaos of words can be a symphonyat times noble enough to leap into the skythough some are grim enough to savor the gravein the end as each word findsa homean ear poised for feedingthe mighty poet plants a seedthat sprouts like whimsical thunder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DionysianGnostic/1981821/