http://slow.writerscafe.org/III_A The original writings of author III en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948502 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a waning/Wain ing of this, a waxing of thattwo more/tumor to quell the forgotten soleone sup on/once upon a thyme in the forest meadow endowedwith a till to seed/cede the soulfor once was i ursine/ire seinwhen twice i was unseen/on sceneyet thrice i'm but theosian/the ocean in-betweenphosphoro/fosse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2091590/ To be ushered into... this... through that unnerving dream, jarring for that untoward larva, surely, however secretly, mercifully liberating, that lucky lout, implied that I'd been bequeathed this enduring, recurring nightmare of burdens shrouded in maddening riddles unending. An abandonment felt by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2091298/ to be misunderstood somehow by two eyesto be unseen by the thirdto be unveiled by the fourth?to be naked betwixt infinite hidden fractal tapestriesto be loneliest as the multitudes pass in and outto be content reigning with tears of joyful melancholy?no opiate could lull to such silken bedsno amphet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2089817/ exiled truths, empowered by their very castigation,insist on erosion, pressing against membranes to grasp at strawsthat were left as breadcrumbs by their somnambulence,but the growing hunger is no longer sated by gorging on anemic chaff.thus, diamonds of striking profundity slip back into wells of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2089242/ taste a little fabricfame or flame or imperceptible blissyou can't keep going in circles unless you swallowyou pore over a script meant to be discardedyet you inhale, inhale, inhaleretreat, retreatit's the only thing you knowmimic the gluttonous siren;overtures of whispered lusts wind through the ja.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2089233/ cut stones and perennial bulbssmuggled, delivered, inheritedcoincidentally, epigeneticallyreminded, reassembled, reseated instinctively or intuitively, it's all the samelife finds a way that spirit already pavedyou cannot kill what you did not createso, remind me,when was the last time your phantom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2076912/     In mirrors so vast, myriad reflections moved.    They danced, skittered, contorted, and screamed;    their execution remained unreciprocated,    in silence and in laughter.    They had no voice, yet spake, narrating from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2075608/ Both confession of my confusion re: the "true" nature of Lucifer & expression of my will to contact this deity through evocation. Art credit: Daniele Valeriani - facebook.com/daniele.valeriani1974 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2075499/ The dark is not callous. Darkness and empathy had been acquainted at least once or twice before their honeymoon. They say passion burns bright but have you ever seen the churning ocean's crushing waves outshine the abandoned ship's lonely lantern? Does the tsunami drown the innocent for its own .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2075493/ part of the story of the keris blade that manifested in my life; channeled through meditation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2075196/ spontaneously channeled - later relevant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2074660/ Peering through lachrymose thrix,confined in adyton Styx,scrying and scrawling sits she,purpose-bound and passion-stirred,propagating word unheard,she wields the quill of scarlet;sickly-soaked and acrid-made,slither-brand and sickle-blade,cloaked by aur, unsagacious;guided hand, two-fold muses,onto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/III_A/2074620/