http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shazbatt969 The original writings of author Shazbatt969 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934760 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 " … " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2171681/ A wasted pageto write uponspunk uponto cry uponrely uponyoulet me downleft me  hangingbereft me, clown,used me like a useless thingand tossed meoff, asidepaper cutmy paper heartand wear me like a crownof thornsof lies and truthof petals blownoutsideRide me likea stallion, de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2114011/ A cat's distainBrown eyewinkingmy recognition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113568/ Still running from futurehiding from pastscared of whateverlooking for loststill breathing in fireskating on icewalking the edge by the moonscar - faced, impatientwanting all nownot sure of the answeronly the nightdemanding amusementstimulate me freeshackles of bodya fitting embracestill speaking of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113567/ BangedScratchIn boat boxStandOuch !The contextof living in a smaller placethan me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113565/ wrioters bloc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113148/ Disease      brings me to you, my loverPoison      draws me in, like a pre -menstrual sharkSickness,      I bring you, every time we                                  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113015/ Half shadow -Afternoon,Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113013/ I read pictures in stone,in mossalgae,I hear poems and song in the turbinebehind the stagnantbrick walls of the canal,mosquitos little cousinsbite photographs in bloodand staringat pebblesgives vibrating atom visionsthe syntax of windspoken in shades of green,the apple sinks it's teethinto my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2113011/ I got Baudelairenext to Bukowskiand Rimbaud isakimboon the floorJikan is silenceand Kerouac hitsThe tarpaulin drunken bluesBakunin and Buddhachat easy and freeand Crowley keeps hisevil eye on theeand Don Juan Castenedakeeps a shamans eyeon him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111974/ Skinning upbutterfliesand smoking induendeque cabron http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111968/ Blasphemed Christburnt the crossof societyhe left it beand turned to walkthe mountain mistin cave out zoneand learned to speakNepalesewith bald head menand felt the rainin shaved out blisssandalsin the air http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111904/ I stabbed a silver quill throughmy hand, on the 25th anniversaryof the deathof the moonblood smeared poemsdipped/drippedonto canvas chaos formin rust we trustI thought I thankThin red line heading towardsthe danger zone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111903/ We'll keep these tears and smilesUntil we're lonely againThe laughterand the fightsand the painand the loveWe'll keep the sound of thunderClose to our heartsRoaring, echoing the skyA flash of LightningIgnitingTwo clouds collidingWe'll keep these memorieswarm and safe, tight,Until we're lonely again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111871/ I know you're going to do my head inYou beautiful crazy poemCalled Sex and intrigueLet's dance, put on your clown suitAnd dance with meM only sinTo fall in lovewith a butterflyMe,The Flame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2111866/ This was meantto be a poemfor a veryspecial friendMy fragileperfect roseBut now'Neath the petalsof the longest,scented stem,I fearthe growingworld,UnfoldingIn sweeping wavesof monotoneSinister circlesenvelopingStill, I shallbemagnificentin theriver'sflowing robesAnd as Itake your seductive,perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2110947/ Ever been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2110661/ Van Der Broek http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2109375/ Craving addictionAnyone to pleaseEase the aches of nagging dayStraight ahead my stareNo glance leftNo glance rightA secret smile scratchingBloodFilledHungerGamesGone on till badRocking nights to sleepPossible, aware,Cycling one pedalledIn phone call rush cityTricks of the tongueInherent confusionWon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2109311/ And the haunting faceStill cracked,Still smiling,Is ruining all my dreams,And the mirror crackedStill hauntedStill thereIs not all that it seemsFeel my painGet in my headRip me to the coreCut me downBleed me dryLeave me screaming more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2109306/ The boy watchesthe sea,the colours change,winds call his name,he needs escape,Chaos in anangry heart,Life promised it all,only giveslonger chainsfor those who want,bigger cagesfor those that don't,in the rutof servitude,Slave, master, slave,Who tied the knotwhile you sleptand stole the seedof youth,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2108059/ Crazy, dangerousday - glow dayscardboard heavencalls my nameStranger in a worried landmade to measureone box sizefound the switchthen broke the bulbKnowing,all the samecrucifythe innocentforsomeone else's nameblame the fewwho disregardThe Establishmentof the gameFootsteps in thewindmy friendA q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2108057/ The stolen car crashof my mindramraids through myeyesthieving languagelosing tonescolours rearrangetie diedhellof dripping coollemon teaaffinitysix string dealermachine gunspeakstatues in the binbring me the headof Doctor Death,my cigar needs putting out,A searchlight wailsin lost man's landand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102959/ Shattered stepsof mirror worldweirdnesswalks this way,turning headedmulti signin nonchalancea chaos sea,swarmingbeelike, buzzlike,boom,fragmentingshards alive,spinning offto no place landpsychos on a leadbrandishingthe lunacyof the movements natural high,Oedipal complexityinheritedfrom  th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102957/ Brain speak, mind sound, David's star night shining on and happening party waiting, hips float through my mind, I don't  mind, I don't mind, eyes of God in girl smile, crocodile smile, burning bushes, Hesus, the Anarchist wept trees on fire, camouflage bombs in grassland snake home, river danci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102954/ Seen the darker sideof monkey manand the moose boyvoice of Godhas moods and swings,he lives in un-real-teaonly seesin coloured dreams,he sees you too,big black holeeating the world aroundvoided outon hate and paintrying to hidebeneath sand and stonenot one fuckhas been given,others see it too,doesn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102941/ In the Acropolis crypt, the blind man shoots to kill the priest with sanctimony of ceremony and heretics in Spanish hills, stone the ones that fish the seas, and magic up the crucifix, religion, crime and history, the heroin of power, fix my eyeballs, tune me in to the news today, scan the media, in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102938/ Dented headin Israel landno - onewants to knowSatori windhelps break the rockreleasethe peace inside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102928/ Word means nothinganymorecontext fallsdown mountain hillsideas tumblefrom the groundonto lakes of saltwriting when - likevodka shitsome things startto happenwork invadesturkey deathsmells likeLife it's selfonto plateausdark and deepoutside mind control http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102926/ October nightsfresh grapefruitfor teaand stillyou ask mewhy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102925/ Artis in declineof Artdescending into part,Jackson Pollacksold his soulforsplatter paintingson the wallVan Gogh lostan ear and mindtrying to fillthe holehunger isan angry man with garretas a shellthe brushis stokingfurnace flamestransient inthe ashphoenix bonesused as goldlosing out toArt; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102924/ Remembersweet poetryof fieldsfilled with scentthe butterfly bluesis licensewell spentsnifters of rosesplucking at prosefor a tasteof the Summerand the dance of the moonnature's the partywhereword sculptures flowthe host withthe mostin the beautyof sensewhere sensesare wiredto the brightincanden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shazbatt969/2102921/