http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cheng%20Yew%2CChew The original writings of author Cheng Yew,Chew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020021 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a daze,i walk barefootto no wherewithin the vale wheremy love trod mercilesslylast night. Gasping and gasping for air,i hope with a frantic hearti wilt see the light of the atrociousart of the phantom i always infatuatewith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/838956/ Wriggling,wriggling,I'm wriggling with in a motionintimating a womb to lurethe mammal i failed to huntin the misty morn of woe I love. With fangs,i bite my prey and-paralyse it by injecting the creature-which bears a resemblance to gracious love-with venom that destroys blood vessels of-affecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/833396/ Within the forest dark,I limp towards my den with-the flawed heart that embraces-the night. Beneath the waning moon,neither love nor hale will-emerge to me as the figure-i seek on the pathway to-perfection where lies,woe,grief,covetous summits are-the rebels who dwell with-fiery hearts of feroc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/832802/ Groaning no more,i walk onwards to-thy side that doth not-defy the beauty of a golden-heart in the dusk of cloudless-clime beneath the starry heavens. Like a winged heart winging its-way to perfection,i wilt not heed to-the groans of deceptive souls gaudy summits-seek deceiving with desires aff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/832335/ Liquid,liquid rushing onwards-to the ocean where crozillas huntbrutally with no full stop beneath-the hanging clouds that herald torrential-dew-drops i crave befriend with in the-misty morn.  Neither joy is a good friend will be here-for me now in the decade that bounds-to the dark ages of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/831737/ Roaring with a rising-crescendo of euphemism-in the dawn. Waiting,waiting and waiting.we art waiting for the returning-of the king of beasts like cubs-embracing the glorious birth of-pride that neither atrocious art of-love seeks in the land where lies live-eternally in exile. Not afar fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/831262/ In the dewy woodland,iemit high-pitched sounds-fearlessly at the icy night-with no ferocious heart-to locate the objects that-bound to the heart of gold-in this vale. At this night-tide,the sense of-smell is gone without raising-my eye brows. I smell,smell and smell endlessly.The Pungent smell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/829779/ Spreading,spreading,spreading-with atrocious desires no more,i spread my wings and flutter-them towards the zenith of the-heavens in the misty morn golden-hearts wilt not be rebels. Winging,winging with the fiery-wings,Joy,Hale,Hearty and Grace-are all i need to defy gaudiness that-tries to bor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/829380/ The sparkling-orb is waning in-the heavens and-the sorry plight of dawn-draws nigh. Gazing at the starry sky-that bears a close resemblance-to the image i dost not defy with-parables Conspiracy loves to heed-wholeheartedly with infatuation-the exhortation bestowed by-Honesty denies to dwell wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/828820/ Wholeheartedly with-I walk onwards to the-hollow where thou vanished-poignantly at the dusk of icy-clime. With the image of thine that-palpitates my heart to no desire-to forgo,thy gleam wilt be sparklingagain in the depth of the enormous-mouth where i wilt wade towards-the subterranean rivers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/828310/ Rebelling,rebelling with the rue thatneither love nor joy crave for within-the isle of bliss,I'm born with ears that-do not heed parables. Rebel,rebel everlastingly,I'm a rebellious infant-who rebels against the law that restricts-us to loving euphemism of castigation-souls embrace silently wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/827972/ In the icy-dusk of bliss,a sceptre is seen ghastly-within the Frantic Heart of-Strife. Fear,woe,grief no more-Joy,joy,joy,my heart-once again palpitates-with,tumultuously with-no full-stop beneath heavens-masked by corvine birds that-art trying to fob me off with-sudden flow of bloodshed. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/826630/ Ere the cloudless dawn-of joy,i limp with no plight-towards thee who art-not afar from my vitality. To Thou,Thou art in my-thoughts from dawn to-dusk in the pathway to-The Surge Of Joyance where-euphemism lives in silence to-defy the beauty description of-the vale of gold i heed and crave-in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/826278/ Within the forest gold,neither the usurer of lovenor usury thou art beneath-the winged hearts that art-flapping euphorically in the-cloudless heavens with no-full-stop. With grief no more,thou art once again the-dweller who Love craves for-in the empty vale where-infatuation wilt be bestowed by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/825857/ Above the zenith of the azure,the summer orb gives a beatific-smile to us who dwell in the vale-where is filled to capacity with the elms-the heart of pink bounds to. To thee,I embrace with a captor's-arms that enfold the death-defying beauty-of thy image which defies the description-of the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/825275/ Flashing eternally-with love,the flash-of lightning in the heavens-heralds torrential liquid to-polish creatures with frantic-heart of affection to truly perfection-in the vale where besottedness vanished-without a trace from the surface of the valley-in the decade of red-revolution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/824758/ Back to the den,again,I limp away-from the captors-who dwell in the land-where is filled to capacity-with Loves who art the bossy-janitors i dost not heed in the-silent morn of crystal love. Afar from there,I'm camouflaging-myself with the affection i crave within-the forest of apex predators. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/820175/ In the shell,thou art the-contagious desire-of love that envelops-my soul which dwells-in the cave where the-brute natives seal with-fearful love i fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/819740/ In the shadow of,thou,my sights are-shadowed by the native-ways to bliss where,thou shall emerge to me-as the figure who numbers-my empty to kindness. Waiting,waiting with love,i wilt be here waiting -wholeheartedly with the strong-arms that embrace the birth of-thine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/819222/ 'Poignantly,I'm digging,digging with no full stop,beneath the hanging clouds-that camouflage the beauteous-tiara in the heaven I seek forwithin the forest dark. Towards there,nothing-can be seen hazily in this-clime but the phantom who-bores me away from digging-the wisdom of apex makes-its pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/818705/ 'Towards thou,I wriggle-with the heart enveloped-by thy beauteous image of-joy that bonds to the vale where-thou sowed the seeds of gold-over the laughter of joyance that-souls heeded and craved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/818208/ It's freezing in this clime- of forlorness.Chilling,Chilling, chilling with the sensation of- loneliness in the trodden ways- of love,I walk barefoot onwards- to nowhere in the icy maze where- the wild instinct wilt heed my moan of love. Out of the clear blue sky,with the- heart of gold,a lion or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/816858/ To thee,my heart-sings again with graciousnessfor the Hale,hearty,old,young-who art the dwellers in the icy cavewhere a monstrosity flapped tumultuouslyand cast frightful love over my visit in-the 1950s of malevolence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/816441/ With the exasperating-heart of thine that dwell-in my flesh,ruefully,i splash-the gasoline from the can over the isle-where I met the phantom-who resembled to the figure-of love.  In the silence of woe,halfheartedly, i toss thesmoldering cigar to the ground.Burning,burning,burning with wra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/815970/ From afar withthe image that-resembles to the-gayness of love,thou-walk towards me like-the gracious truth i-crave for beneath the waning-orb in the cloudless dark-heavens. Frantically,I limp like-a mountain lion,limping,limping,limping-onwards to thee with-the embrace bestowed by-paramount Lor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/815538/ In the tumult,thou art resurrected-again from the death of-disdain. In the sinful enormous-hole where the flesh of-thine cast with the fiery-heart of deceptive caretaker-that takes covetousness under-its mossy wings of vengeance,thou wade through the red liquid-rushing onwards to the heart of-d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/815058/ With vitality,i-soar above theazure heavens where-the Icy Heart canst be-gazed down. Winging,winging-beneath the enormous-gold in the cloudless morn,from afar the frozen isle,I'm fluttering with the love that-sings for the Hale and Joy who dwell-in the brute's shell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/813794/ At the zenith of-the azure,thou-art flapping with-thy wings of mossy-desire like the monstrosity-fluttering endlessly beneath-the fiery orb which the green-eyedbeast heeds.  With tumultuous manner,winging,winging,winging,thou wing thy way not onwards-to the enormous red sphere but-palpitat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/813375/ In the beauteous-morn,thy empty-shell where my soul-dwellth with love is-placed on the isle by-the emulous native.  Beneath the azure,thou sleep eternally-with woe no more,like an infant cocooned-everlastingly by the fiends-who crave covetous affection-from crystal love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/812995/ With the icy-heart-no more,i limp onwards-to thee like a lion craving-infatuation in the forest-dark of forlorness. To thee,now i roar againwith pride in the-shadow of Chimera-that denies the affection-of Golden Heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/812538/ Afar from my sights,thou walk barefoot-ruefully with love on-the vale where thou trod-exasperatingly in the silence of-fiery love like the dreary love-that denied the gaudy truth of-love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/812110/ The title is from your heart,thanks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/810812/ From your heart,thanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/810811/ try your best to deduce the loaded meaning of this thingy^^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/807821/ Thou enfold me-with thy strong -arms  in the icy-well of love. Like a heir taken under-thy wings of mossy love-I inherit the heart of gold-in the well of icy-love where-thou bring me back to the orblight of tranquility. Craving,craving for bliss no more,beneath the sphere that sparkle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheng-Yew%2CChew/806928/ Dirt after dirt, it falls onto my- flesh like the sudden- flow of lies polishes- my gracious path bestowed- by my kinsman and kinswoman. 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