http://slow.writerscafe.org/blt3x1734 The original writings of author Brenden Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An Italian sonnet about how leaving God because of being addicted to pornography is like King Solomon turning from God because of all his wives and concubines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1404484/ Some reflections on Independence Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1380854/ "Since we belong to the day, let us be sober, having put on...for a helmet the hope of salvation." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1303073/ Just some thoughts on what poetry is...and what it's not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1299026/ i still think about youlibertinenot necessarily "us"because there was no "us"and I don't think about youand him, or her, or themI like to think about you alonelibertinefive boyfriends at one timecouldn't even hold you downthat takes strength and poweryou were too strong for meand you were too much f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1216415/ Just some thoughts on the Holy Spirit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1214740/ a German term translated into "morning fresh" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1214685/ An original parable that explores the attitude of contentment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1212857/ Back then, I used to love myself so much,I thought I was the only one around;a mountain that would only focus downon surfaces of water I can’t touchand using my reflection as a crutchto hold myself in loneliness and drownalone, without a single mourning soundfrom “friends” - if I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1211211/ Another poem from 2009. I actually wrote it because a friend sent me a "sweet nothings" text intended for his girlfriend at the time. Really awkward at two in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1211042/ From fear to confidence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1209005/ A diamond poem on the stars and stripes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1031582/ Good ol' technology...replacing companionship since forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1017299/ God of heaven, God of light     guide the dreams I dream tonightGod of slumber, God of sleep     give me hopes that I can keepGod of mercy, God of love     give my heart a place aboveGod of old and God of new     grant me closer home to You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1009907/ When the grass is brown and hot and dryand when the vapor hazes in the airand when the leaves crunch under feetbecause the sun refuses to lay off the heatWhen the veneration of childhoodbecomes the exaltation of impulseand when the discipline of impulsebecomes the repression of freedomWhen lovers ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/1006906/ A little ditty I wrote while serving in Ensenada, Mexico in June 2012. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/999312/ Riding down the highwayOut to the beat the sunAbout fifty-seven milesDown Highway Forty-OneGotta get back to my babyOn the other side of the stateCause if she heard about last night She'd want my head on a silver plateI was up north in KentuckyPlaying a country showWhen a pretty little brown-ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/962079/ The bad thingabout being a hopeless romanticis that I paid too much attentionto words and intentions and not enough attentionto actions and consequences.For example,the Moon can tell me she loves me,and such a love would be worthlessbecause, as lovely as moonlight is,nothing grows in it.Mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/950529/ Last night's storm... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/892477/ He has set ETERNITY on the human heart -   and the ENTIRETY of the concept crushes me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/875921/ Trying to give up what I think is mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/868709/ Let me tell you of a boy,A boy that I once knew;This boy once lived in Illinois,Close to where I grew. He always loved to play the gamesOf Tag or Hide and Seek,But he'd always play in rain,And that's why he's unique. One time, I guess, was his last r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/857963/ Sick, sedated, sloth feel the breeze of insect wings fatal stagnation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/817482/ Magenta burning Cirrus clouds surround the sky Majestic sunset http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/817479/ Curiousity a doubt begets a question leading to the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/817476/ They were the warm tears that cool downwhen they touch the pillow,making a miniature puddle of memoriesthat can only be described as that.They can’t be described as eventsthat could lead into something elsebecause you’re leaving,and without you, there’s nothing else.Nothing else to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/817471/ Outside, the moon is alone in the sky and floats bright white in the ocean of the great black-blue on high. It illuminates slightly my surroundings, giving everything the soft pallid hue that makes everything something familiar, though some things I have never seen. All things being equal, under t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/815915/ She said, “Brenden, you wearYour heart on your sleeve too much.If you do that, then it’s bound toBreak before you know it”Is my heart on my sleeve?I think so; where else would I have it?I wouldn’t have it in someDirty kitchen drawerSitting with some rusty knife,The same rusty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/815913/ Moon,why do you follow me?No matter how much speed my tiresante up against the asphault,you are still beside me. We race,You shine through treesand jump through hills,I drive through rainsand swerve through lanes,we are equal,and you are thousands of milesaway from me. I tried catching up,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/815908/ Going over some old stuff... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/808970/ an asphalt destiny dance the wavering engines of purpose skidmarked on perforation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/793754/ travelling alone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/793050/ A collection of thoughts about my name and its anagrams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/787287/ For humans, desire can tolla sense of success of the soul;but death will beginwith the meaning of sin:desire that's out of control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/786909/ like the title says... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/786540/ My heart is in the twenty-second century,     where love is more than two and less than three. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/786526/ A tough day at work just got a lot better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/786192/ Goodnight, Orion;Sleep well, brave warrior.Lay your head in the hills ofthe heavens,and rest those weary eyes.Put your sword away;the battles of today aredone. Sleep well, Orion;dream of the tomorrowthat you’ve already conqueredand dance in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785312/ Why is it that every time Ilook in the mirror,I see someone different?I know it’s essentially me onthe other side,but I can’t help but thinkthat I’ve changed.What’s even stranger is thatI can’t monitor this change.I can’t tell i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785309/ He was standing there,tall, dark, stone.looming in the shade,though the sun illuminatedeverything around him. He stood with a soft somberface,though his whole was rock,a darkly shaded gray rock,almost the exact substance ofshadow,in an odd, sharp co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785307/ I was at the drive-inwith two of my good friends.We were watching the latest newfreak-show of a movie,trying to figure outthe psychologically twisted plotline.Needing to give my eyes and my mind a rest,I turned my head to the right of me, when time stood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785303/ Violet cream.A light, velvety lavender.Such was the soft glowof that particular night’ssky.Hints of golden orangeblew in the cloudsbecause of the street lights.The snow that covered theground and the rooftops of thesuburbreflected the celestialma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785301/ From the halls of the Pleasuredome, I -- (My)have come to perform for everybody. -- (body)My fingers dance across the strings, -- (rings)releasing themselves from my Midas hand, -- (and)as if they are held by some chasm or -- (her)astral link from my hand that nobody -- (body)can see, yet they fly a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785298/ Pianos are falling apartThe ivory keys at the startFrom there to the panelIt's too much to handleIt's breaking the strings of my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785293/ Thehalogen street lightsarecalling you by name,Mr.Farther.Theysee you in your miserable motionsandhear your insides tearing up.Theywant you to join them inloftyindifference, as they areabovethe atrocities of this age,andthey act as an anchor for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785104/ The crew of a local moving firm finds out what happens when they push they're boss too far. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/785091/ Ever feel like time is killing you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/784462/ Upon the reading of "Civil Disobedience" by H.D. Thoreau. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/784351/ A stranger gave me a gardenia the other day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/784297/ Everybody's got a routine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blt3x1734/784274/