http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shaza The original writings of author Shannon O'Gara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There ain’t no easy answers, no resolutiondeliver’d on a silver platter If ya wanna achieve anythin’ in thisshitfest, you’d better fight hard With ev’ry weapon in yer arsenal, employev’ry trick and wily thoughtTer overcome ev’ry last obstac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2819658/ Longingfor that sting of blood in my mouthCoveredin bruises black, blue and purple all overI begyou, do not leave me to my own devices Unconscious,motionless on hard concrete floor  No oneis born coveting after pain and suffering Yetsometimes, no matter our e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2819656/ Thatis not to say my mind shares such arbitrary ageWarriorgirded in steely black and red with leather boots Withyou standing staunchly by my side, I am never alone Dailypillars raising me up when I fall down hard Upon adragon’s scaly back, riding int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2800403/ Indigo-blueshades ice-capped jagged peaks  Suddenpiercing whistle heralds the wilderness Callof the primeval thunder, beating, beating Watchingcomets sail towards the grace-lands Shiningsilver-white, smile over your children .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2799767/ It’s been so long since I felt soundlyconfident in my own skinWhen was the last time I ferventlybelieved in myself, my abilities, my passions?In my own mind like a broken record, Irepeat the same questions:Who am I? Who am I supposed to be? Whatam I supposed to do?&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792933/ I long for bygone days of childhooddelight When the future promised brightness andfortune As hope resided at the core of mynature  Dreams felt more real that raindroplets in spring;Than dry-scented rosemary bushes insummer;than crisp snowflakes scrunching inw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792813/ We stride past you all, as a hazy imagebarely fluttering in the corner of youreye. A ghost-shadow drifting in thenether-realms.A solitary reflection fading in thebreeze. No one. In this world of cacophony and chaos a silent voice will be trampled andsuppresse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792772/ Innateto every being who ever breathed on this earth of wilderness,Across widevalleys and rugged mountains, mega-cities and modest towns,   Offamily and friends, close neighbours and nameless strangers alikeEmbodiesthe roots of sharing and forgiving, altruism at its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792620/ Sometimes elusive, otherwise disguised It lies in the little moments, theunglamorous and uncomplicated Hiding away in the corner of yourblinkered eyeRevealed to the willing of sight, eagerand spry  The reconciliation of the soul to thewonders of its graceReward o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792618/ The past is past - focus on what comes next http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792509/ Don't you just love a thunderstorm to invigorate the soul? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792496/ Heambushes you when you least expect it Constantlychasing after the unattainable Holy Grail Tumblingheadlong down the stream of agonizing shame  Of themind and conscience - somewhat recognize your flaws Becauseyour co-called failures refl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792494/ Tic-toc,tic-toc, tic-tocIsthis the sound of impending calamity? merciless, dispassionate, indifferent -inescapableTic-toc,tic-toc, tic-tocWill Iever be released from the clutches of such anguish?Possessorsof so-called power are puny in its presenceTic-toc,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792304/ There is a first time for everythingunder the Sun and StarsAll of us are subject to the Universe’sgrand experiments  First time to cry in despair for a lossso unbearable First time to laugh with sublime joyfor a child bornFirst time to hunger for the ecstasy of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792301/ Fresh morning dew twinkles over greenseaas ghostly mist haunts the enchanted,rippling river.A feast of colours carpets the hazelwoodlands -radiant gold, rich amber, lavish russet. Yet a robin’s cheery song forewarns thecoming of winter.  Chestnut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792299/ As youpitter-patter stealthily towards me in tigress fashion Rosy littlewet nose twitching as your head stretches forward  Curlup in a tiny, adorable ball, like fluffy cotton candy  And weboth ignore contentedly the latest trash TV Frolicki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792268/ Far,far away from the sturdy rock of truth Theyflit left and right in a fluttery state of volatility Misguidedlythinking it noble, but is indeed the enemy of progressThirstfor accumulating countless possessions, one after another Whateverhappened to living.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaza/2792260/