http://slow.writerscafe.org/sorenbarrett The original writings of author Soren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775930551 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Many people can hold angerFew can let it goForgiveness is a gift for the giverGiving away love never made anyone poorReturning this gift never hurt anyone's feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131684/ I feel a breeze its breath is uncertainty in the airWith pauses then swells in growing gasps of despairUnseen but felt on my neck it unsettles hairs on my skinA cold shudder crosses me but I won't let it inMy heart quickens with each creeping cold gustTelling me a storm's brewing, find shelter I mus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131577/ Cast in a pit, blasphemous words spit, an outcastScapegoat in a game of judgmental shame, crippled mind a body did outlastLeather bands secure the hands of a man pronounced possessedWhile in life's fever dream he did scream of visions that others distressedA body convulsed, viewers repulsed, twisted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131490/ Electron held by glue to a nucleus whoSticks to a brother to form a molecule motherHeld by a force they make a cell of courseThat becomes a life, future parent husband or wifeLove that girl that gives me the hots Love ice cream and chicken soup in potsWhy do people think they are the only owner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131445/ If you want to be read you need to readIf you want to be fed you need to feedToo many have high expectations of greedWhen in the street a friend you meet how them do you greetDo you tell them your story complete or take a back seatAnd entreat them to tell you their story repleteFor o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131315/  Spring animation birth of creation brothers bornFrom the rib of a paper crib the young are tornBaby wasps from the hive now strive a new colony to buildIn a swarm a paper house they form, chewed wood mouth milledThrough summer heat a shaded retreat for their youngWith paper walls in protected .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131228/ It is not just metallic but the taste of rust on my fingersIt is not only dust but the smell of must that lingersThe rough touch of cutting black corroded steelRed flowing blood warm rivulets droplets to feel Drips echo hollow ripples on a concrete floorA hot cast iron stove glowing visions of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131163/ The party is over there's clean up to doEyes are tired the mess you eschewDirty glasses, plates galoreFurniture skewed, debris on the floor A bed's invitation to drunken dreamsAnxiously accepting a trip up whiskey streamsFeathered throat, head burstingOthers rest I groke for sleep thirsting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131094/ My name is Rocky, given from birth The hard rebellion of a dry earthBroken parched pieces turn into sandA desert foreboding, a wastelandMy surface cracks, so many my flawsTooth marks where nature's teeth gnawsHere only cactus and thistles growAll covered in winter by drifted snowScorpions and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131039/ Where the foam of the sea meets the frothing surf of sky's cloudsTwo mirrors laid face to face and what lies between but blueuntil the shadows creep in leaving mist between the twoUndulating breakers wash heaven, bathing God's hanging shroudsBetween reflective faces lay dark dreams in rolling billow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130957/ A wasp alone its babies flown it sits on a deserted nestNo longer accepted it sits rejected emptiness east and westIts biting sting no friend does bring by other hives despisedNow rejected in color reflected a wasp can not be a bee disguised http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130885/ Tied, beaten, burned alive, you can kill the man but feelings still survivePummeled, broken, bound with wire left inside a car set afireNumbed, shocked mind locked, brain struck, what the f**k All that was left bones and teeth closed casket with a black wreathAshes of memories stuffed in a box,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130799/ Whispers from dreams calling me back to a time more sweetWhen love was felt in your hand and voice whether out or under sheetUpon awakening it freezes into an icy present where it can no longer beA mind that will not accept today takes me to dreams distantlyFeelings unburied, not felt for so long, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130690/  Born out of straw and what people saw child without a flawA baby mystery without history under a star of aweWords remembered long after, by a book crafter saidTransfigured wine, walked on the brine, then rose from the deadPages from many books, taped together while time cooks Some discard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130607/ Aceremony all things ingrain, planted deeply in every brain worship ofthe teethAcleaning rite, decay to fight freeing daggers and swords from dirt'ssheathIdolsof ivory, sharpened tools of connivery, weapons of highest esteemCleanedwith a brush, debris to flush until they sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130542/ Drunk on a cigar, aroma of aged leaves smoldering tar, its point a glowing starWavering smoke drifts, leaning against walls lifts in the back of the barFragrances meld between fingers held, hugging drooping gray ashRolled bills the nose fills with the intoxicating perfume of burning cash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130461/ Kindness is sometimesAll that we have to offerAnd all that's needed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130392/ Nurtured in the garden's womb protected from all strifeA beating heart of god that breathed into you lifeBorn from a family tree, forbidden truthExpelled naked into a cold world to spend your youthUnder the threat of coming death, hidden in a nest of reedsNurtured by mother nature, who to a princess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130300/ I smoked all my memories, now burnt out in ashI've spent all my dreams purchased with cashI drank my love wildly from a cheap labelSleeping off life's banquet under a coffin lid table http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130222/ Two of your childrendrowning you can save but onewhich one will it beCould you live in guiltwith such a choice that you madeCould yourself forgiveKnowing that you chosewhich would live and which would dieHow could you go on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130123/ Vested in spring blossoms, perfume of passion fills the airThe smell is sweet, prowling creatures greet its fragrance fairAmorous bees by scent caught are brought to pollinate flowers of beautyLovers on wings serenade to persuade for a taste of honey's sweet bootyFruit droplets grow and drip from br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3130023/ The bone of laziness has grown and even it is arthriticExuberance flown, energy turned stone, breath paralytic Feet to floor sewn eyelids under weight groan vision graniticIn a bed outgrown all work postpone deaf to any critic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129963/ From birth molded atoms of the earth we areSome from a distant star some a dead tzar From life to life a series of dreamsOn currents of time, carried as light beamsAtoms shed from bodies of the deadCalcium from bones, iron from blood redShared atoms from all the pastThe first living cell down t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129883/ Waking on shells of memory's beaches cutting soles where lacerations skin breachesWeighted steps on thoughts of gravel, pain sounds the blow of the final gavelPicking roses, hands thorns tear leaving scars as trophies of wearSweat stings open wounds, left to heal where dust of time obtundsScabs cove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129804/ Itis a dead branch that breaks, those with life bend           BendTakingfrom one's own mouth feeds two with joy             LendInpain one discovers who one is                &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129733/ Once the arm of a tree, by gale broken set freeDrifting on waves of the sea carried by currents I can not seeExposed to wind and sun not knowing destination or origin Riding various storms, peeled by waves that appearance transformsDropping into troughs and riding crest, as an unnoticed guest&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129645/ Aking to a queen wed discovered a lover in his wife's bedJealousyfilled heart and head, immediately to his sorcerer he fledAfell spell to him revealed but he must keep his knowledge concealed Thelover turned into a biting fly and with each kiss he made hisinamorata cry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129553/ Treeseternal gods, solidified star light, armed defenders dissolvingstress they thin your blood, wooden proximity preventing clots,leaving you warm feet without emitting heatIts food air, chewingit with stomata, solidified wind, crystallized atmosphereA treebuilt of gasNomads walking ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129458/ Scattered pebbles of pain, butterflies of joy, icebergs of jealousy, biting flies that annoyLove burnt scars from iron bars of fear, guilt's sticky tars, a look in the mirrorSpilt from the mouths of poets tormented souls, written in their blood on living parchment rollsCriticism how easy, spitting o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129347/ It is the taste of a fond memory that is sweeter than any dreamUnder the crust of time's raising rust gold increases its glowing sheenAvarice grows in dust filling of corrosion that enhances its desireCold hands warmed by fanned flames of an oven's fantom fireFlecks that shine through murky mud, har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129260/ With a broken wing a bird can sing music a blind man can hearA clawless cat can still kill a rat that might have lived had it fearA one armed man can dance and romance with a maiden far or nearBut to start or part with a broken heart makes it hard to give one cheer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129154/ I have sold my soul for a piece of bread and a soft bed A modern world of dread traded for a roof over headI gave society the wheel as part of the deal in destiny's hand I reelA passenger on my ride, laziness my guide, a few winks I stealDrowsing, from slumber I awake, no way to brake, nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3129038/ What happens when breakers dieA part a watery grave, mist to the skyWe are liquid waves on a cosmic seaComing and going, returning back into what we always beA candle evaporates as it's burningHeat and smoke into carbon and gas turningWe are dust from a distant starIn a universe where there is no ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128951/ Do we forgive the sun that burnt us with its warmth or the thorn that pricked as we reached for beautyWhy resent the hammer that pinched our thumb, sinking a nail to protect us from the stormOr the storm itself that wets us, giving water of life for our crops, washing away the dirt of dayWhy curse t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128856/ Nobody likes perfection it reminds us of our faultsWe relate with imperfections in them everyone exaltsA scratch, dent, tear, out of tune note nothing fake hereSomething human a sweaty, grimy dirt stained peerA fault to make us feel betterA hole in a friend's sweaterEach nick a mark of memory makes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128776/ Billy a rebellious child, in the classroom drove the teachers wild, always fiddling with a toyDefiant of authority trouble his priority his unruly long hair badge of his dissident joyOne day he crossed the line, of his hair he made a shrine so no one could see him sleepingThe teacher upset the princ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128699/ The crisp night breeze off the leas signals a need for evening fireIn ashes an ember, a glow, a spark to remember of afternoon's desireA breath, a blow ignites and does grow into a whispering flameerasing shadows that shrink, rise and sink, darkness to tameDim flickering light, birthed in halls of n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128614/ With an anchor of mass chained to an ankle of glass we are a prisoner of the world you seeIt's the lead in our a*s that doesn't let us pass light's velocityIt's our girth that ties us to earth and doesn't let us fleeTwo places at once we can't be in our hunts for immortalityBy entropy strangled we a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128518/ I have two parents father and mother, I'll never have another, two countries of birthBorn with no voice as to which parents I had no choice, child of two different parts of earthAsked which I love and which from me to shove, no child can make that choice  In childhood egence, to both I hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128439/ Black thoughts, paranoid plots, addiction a self crucifixion drown in anxietyPsychosis wrapped in neurosis, obsession blanketed in depression lost sobriety By tongue or lung out of pain art sprung, a paper scraper with a penHe paints with blood emotion's flood, splashes of ink on a page sink, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128341/ Eyes blinded too close to see how we fit in nature's diversityA minnow in a large sea, we ask why the shark has to beA tree that takes nutrients from the ground where once verdant grass was foundLeaves leave too much shade now bare dirt lies where once was emerald gladeAnts fight their genocidal war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128266/ I thought that we would be forever but time grew between us and closed the doorNow I look through fogged windows of memory and what was is no moreShadows grow on the wall where once sun's brightness fellA fairytale candle burnt out and small as the wisdom of age broke its spellNight brings childhood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128180/ Built on the bones of our brothers and others on cannibalism we survivedBy rape and murder a hunter not herder our species arrivedScraping human marrow we killed by arrow the NeandertalWho in their fear had only a wood spear to fight against us allWe chewed on their shank as their blood we drank, ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128119/ Since your passing, every living thing takes on your formSmell of flowers, hum of bees, rain's showers, shade of trees, even the stormA spider carefully weaves its web, a morning tide's ebb, you seen in each oneBreath in humid air, a whisper in a creaking stair, flecks of dust in the sun  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3128007/ Democracy justice's hypocrisy license for the majority to abuse the minority, creates animosity Autocracy becomes plutocracy an aristocracy claiming theocracy, a humanistic  atrocity  Socialism diluted communism, capitalism financial totalitarianism, an unplanned horrorMoney and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127909/ What pours from the mouth of a poet vomit on a pageRetched innards, guts, a naked heart, boiling blood of ragePornographic passion, grief ashen exposed in a bucket of wordsA soul exposed in a poem composed that critics call fetid turdsPissing on one's journal flushing tears down a urinal is what bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127806/ I don't like the taste of lima beans or turnip greens, a meat eater you knowLove women in tight fitting jeans dainty figurines, like a woman for showI don't like the rude or the lewd, I prefer warm weather to snowWant my furniture nailed not glued not renewed, want it to last for years to goColor is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127707/ Fear of need leads to greedOthers may take too much, leaving nothing to touchSo I take from others, even my brothersSo weird to become the one I feared  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127621/ Drifting smoke in wind is broke, where will each particle fallPhysics spoke, forces poke, so many calculations to callTemperature, humidity, weight, rigidity, size big or smallWhen variables approach infinity, emerges divinity, freewill is seen in all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127555/ Shewas a prize, a balm for sore eyesAttwenty seven a little piece of heavenWithlong blond hair at which men would stareHersapphire eyes would draw men's sighsLonglegs and butt like a bubble, curves that spoke of troublePearlywhite teeth formed an angelic wreath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3127473/