http://slow.writerscafe.org/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38 The original writings of author 7's en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013056 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (whence i was lost) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2109912/ sth torn off some entwined lives...taught them the way... a way...way of what? desires? seeing the world rhyming? facing off...facing off themselves? but a light surely shines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2109842/ hard times for a mother to lose a child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2091230/ Still, I feel it still...Still, i can't do thingsWhich i did back, when no one could:Jumpin' off a low cliff,On the gesture made by someBelow, on water. Splash.Still, smiling and no frowns.Got the ways to eschew these things,I wonder, on what count..Still, pretending to be a he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2088781/ Mortuary of the lifeless kingdomAnd the kingdom brought theeLying in mist and December's RainIn your sconce of Knoll deSpreeChevaliers of the kingdom-Snarers for your titular quixotics-Heard smuts of entwined grassesWith smutty, wet, priggish pricksOmnipotent Chastity of Primus R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086944/ At the end: she said;"I got you on my wall hangingI got you on my lipsI got you on my drawing sheetI got you on me, finally..."And now the true:I got you on my still living smilesI got you on my arms (on that tree), then...I got you on my closing sideI got you on you, finally... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086940/ All the kings are sunk,Not drowned,But deep in the sea now.Still, falling, or say sinking,Down and down and down,Would surely pay any mischeivious fisherman now.Dawned is the earthAfter they're gone,Up to the mark they were once.And the kings,Waiting for an endWould surel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086938/ a fierce blow for them who intervene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086638/ to a composition reviving one back from harsh times and to my guitar and to the night...my love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086579/ Strange;I remember your fringe,I remember the fibs, that I used to say, to you.It stinks, to a suave sir,Was ever it a true?Closing eyes looking to you:Not a dream, it feels reality,More than me, more than sea, more than this city.If you ever were real,You should've had a cereal,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086231/ The days...; of the voyage, from the past which lastStill, etched in my mind, and as souvenir in the notes.So I don't let myself forget that, unless I...,Unless I have the Justice, of Nature,By God, in my life, in the Future.Unless I could travel, by the passage of none,Sotto voce, in so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086229/ Think of a toy of mine, which I never had.Think of an abettor, who never existed.Part of me is blaming me for missing youFor missing falling against falling ad nauseam.You were the one I adore, against everyoneYou make me what I became after that,Boosted, but crouching, searching you i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086226/ You see I wrote a song for you which changed over malices of time.You creak then and break me now.But still you got that big, cute, lively smile,That bona fide smile of yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086224/ Standing diurnal with a book in my handAgainst the eight feet tall brick wall.Wanting to eschew what I'd done months back.All greeneries, understanding apotheosis,The warm breeze being still and fresh,Like they all are teching me that first notes.I dawdled my hand, at that roof, to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086223/ I'll stop my car.I'll write elegy for my maskIn the upcoming eisteddfod.And a poetry in your eyes.If I don'tGet any boats or ships,I will freeze the ocean and walk on waterTo reach to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086221/ My final call:never say adieu.For I can't ever say to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086220/ Let's football.Hey, where did you kick it off?Search it, now.Wait a minute, look at the dome; let's get inside.Wow! How still it is! Do you hear your eco?Yeah! You got it. Watch out for the next gate.It is a hall, a huge hall,Folks are here, but there's no type of any wave.It is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086215/ The weather is nice,And I surmise,May be it is the day,When the wind starts to blow the hay,When, at home, no one stay,When, for life, no places are bay.The day which unites the nature,The day which makes pally every creature,The day when the poet writes his literature,The day wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086213/ the introduction to this concept http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086210/ my Phoenix risks herself for my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086207/ a rage while reading turned into fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086205/ of a kid till 3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086204/ She is a fibbling stalker from a few days past-Not like the seraphic side of my frisky girlI interred far away- yet able to palliate this athirstEyes; to see exultant love in that dance, that whirl.Adjoining sinless by the sinisters- over millenia spreaded rumor- "behold stalker, this pala.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086200/ Nothing happened to me, O beauty;Why your eyes search for me these days?Don't worry 'bout my past as it says,"I, one who took away his sufferings, forgive him,"Tipsily wavering went away at last.The reason, I can't help, renews every night,With the old scent. O my erudite,Albeit, I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086197/ Nothing happened to me, O beauty;Why your eyes search for me these days?Don't worry 'bout my past as it says,"I, one who took away his sufferings, forgive him,"Tipsily wavering went away at last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086194/ Sins and sorrows - to the sake of the way back to earth;Tramp's castle resembling and Houdini's magic's marvel like mesmerizing they were.They walk past, thee hast, (as one take it)Else: they'll tremble the horizon you wonder at,The sky under which you run,The walls you jump from, then,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086193/