http://slow.writerscafe.org/jakmail20 The original writings of author Lyr J. Thirsk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes, I want to walk out on the prairieIts big, and Raven will say things as I fall asleepMy brother is the moon, so I am never alone thereAnd I think about my life in the citiesSometimes, on the prairie, i feel a powerful windIts like a wind that the world madeDeep down in its own bodyA wind f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/1209931/ The rainwater drops in my wine.I taste her filth in my skin.I get drunk, to lift up her red high heels.And sit at the base of an old oak tree.She wouldn't know its an oak from a christmas tree.She sits there to smash in my car windowAnd so I rested my legs, comforted in knowing whats about to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/1198713/ I know ive lost,      I drive home on a dash line railroad      I hear ads that tell me I got a hot time girl      Tells me the number 7, ten times in a drunk language      Then there is the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/625519/ Like a line on the sidewalktracing through a crowdstopped at the intersectionand you shining you shine, you smileyou hold your babyour babyoursfamily just a line going on and onsome other lifeyou leadand im sorry i wish, i know, i dreamthat smile whil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/620541/ The road turns grey at night, and blurswith memoriesThe focus is insane, to stay between the linesthe tailights never change colorsalways red. every once in a while, glance in the rear view mirrorcause something might be therethat you dont wanna seefor some reasonyou try to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/620516/ As people run, will you stand?As night descends, will you remain?When father's cry, and warriors weep, Will your countenance provide peace? As autumn brown transforms to greyand endless winter dust starves the childwill you find food? All tumults crash, the symphony clamo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/618340/ The mud, the dirt , the grime, sweet sleepThe shade of yellow trees in canyon deep'Neath the orbless sky and angry keepWhere lady wept and crossed the edge to leap Past pictured words she fell and flewEmbossed upon the midnight dewOf yellow trees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/617913/ for jlw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/616830/ you are sadyou reach outto an anonymous worldyou seek, and look at familieswith pleasure, and wantand jealousyyou move, and are carefulto follow rulesand when you try to poison your mindand end up with superficial drooling a******syou feel worse but the touch is okthe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/616827/ I'm sorry, I am no your full disgraceI am your manI am not the tv showsI am your man I will give you a baby of your ownI am your manYet i am not the perfect showI am a man Yes i am not a man of yoursI am a manI deem that no memory is realI am a junkie I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/616823/ a ship set out from spainpast the ocean the queen ordainedher priest that blessed the woodthe planks, the beams, the hood her demons come in fatea wyrd, a knot, a stateher spice the drugs of oldfor years it was foretold for years the many ticksthe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/614532/ Alone in all the lightIn front of everyoneWatching while you cum  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/614063/ for jlw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/613137/ If i were new to this worldIf I was just a rookieId fall into a circle of self-delightEqualling all of our inebriationI once was a moonshinerAnd "spent all my money on whiskey and beer" But I am a veteran of itwithout fortuneand careless of fatecolliding with sanity feelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/612126/ Icicles are on the sunQuite impossibleLips will bless this gunHot with use Water falls from spaceAs banned angels doNow more possibleLike tender demons let loose Icicles are on the sunEver slowly they will meltHoly waters on bloody.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/611075/ in a slip, the silk obscureyou heave and twistobscene songs entered inthe porch of red moonover the ocean hands around as twisted movesa paintbrush curve of diamondsa clumsy applicationnervous in lustdown the nape an earthen vibration between the new .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/576100/ its all balled upi was a babe, i am a babei was old, i am oldi was grown, i am grownthe time of my people is roundlike a ball my peopleis all my loveso much, so many kindsas a father i could beand husbandand lover i choose momentsin which to resideand glimps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/346534/ no more war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/346506/ "love is noise" for JLW L~Y http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/336979/ this is set to coldplay's new 'vida' song which i think is great and these are the words i would use to its rhythm and music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/272745/ once, down in the purple valleywhere much wandering went on unmolested a moody man who made the bedsknown as the mansion's swanpolite and taylored in a crisp burlap suitwell educated in train hoppinga white pillared mansiongreek architecturethats the last real thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/260050/ the broken records playthrough all the ordinary daysroots of her rhythm's streamthe unbroken nights redeem voices of the Idwords he never saidthings she never didthoughts she should have hid lyrics written and never readbut clear inside her headthe procession of her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/257624/ explore each nuance or irredecent behavioryou detectobserve redeeming values or moral forestsfrom afarthose trees sway aloft gustswhere ribbons that secure apparels flyloosed birds whereupon hands releasedand tensedshining webs that fell in waterfalls obscuring eyes of a liqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/250712/ War is lifeSo, politics it isNot even my brothersNot even friendsThose are too farThose are not enoughThey fill my veins and gutsAll have the same eyes and handsBlood and stains fill cracks Pavements pounding,Street sounding,HumdrummingGuitar strummingSound pumpingThought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/242639/ dragon you havent been scathed,no one has brushed their lips upon you,or threatened your one vulnerable scale, under which your ancient heart beats unknown, with thunder as its blood, and roses are your eyes. you havent knelt before a blade, no soul has confronted you yet without knowing fear... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/242406/ Callipso as it were,as softly spoken in oldest ways,the elder sayer passed alongmyths of vibrance like her songand thus he said...'she the cursed bewitched maid,was once a princess born of the blade.A stock of a greybeard warrior's seed,unto a whimsy girl not of noble blood or cree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/233303/ a segment of something im working on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/228004/ embers are stokedall around us herebeautiful breezesmaking love in your hairfeels just like the nightimehas turned into dayremember the starswhen they've all gone awayi lost my blindnesswhen i lost my eyesyour vision became the paint of my skiesjust like the sunriseou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/213350/ haunting mist, mystifies. note transpose, whereforefathers dream, a dream of past implicit means.ways and means of spirit pulse, bleeding hands quencha sweating dew shaped host. a host amongst beautyflames, lights of a sea-lost ghost and his dimrefrains. songs of ghosts born into life, on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206900/ hallowedone immense percussionon a night of pure seductiondevil dining timedarkness feeds the momentswhere light shines embarkingwith viking bards aflamewe play the devil's gamedevil girl a ghostspoken of beforeoracles medieval lorehymn to hum alongright is ever wrong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206896/ clear as a summer belle's stepbarefoot in wintera mouth full of heart fleshbiting downalways painnever lastingflowers crushed under bare toesat dusk a walk in crisp cold dew grasssummer night casting star shadows between snowflakesof wintera red trail across the snowas a wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206895/ ever been alone on pointed ends of broken bones? walked in dusty brownish brooks made of winteredwater's ghostly looks? passed on virtue for thrilling vice, kissed forbiddennymphets thrice. lost with moss between each toe, desire hell's warmthto singe you slow. gazed upon the world's e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206892/ may i ask you for a parlay' amongst these waves i sit abound in restless writ flung in flooded rain quotes sayeth the stain spice deducted from its remedy a pharmeceutic happy category lipid Lucy in the Sky right with Diamonds! wont you cry? sometimes this trip is it! its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206886/ three lines of consternationdisplayed upon the glassflickers of pensive notionstorrid ticks from cold commotionmy torrets kicks in...you hear shouts against the shining brassyour apparel was...denied shadows and a fleece for warmtha warm abode in fictiondesire shaking me so...y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206882/ i felt it, vividly the trickling soft feather wet making its way down my abdominals splitting like tributaries between the musculature destined for the sea anatomy is the universe tragedy is the setting lust is the plea and i plead guilty happily impatient for my destruction and yours your skin is g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206878/ my heart derides youa voice inside me negates youclouds on my eyes deny youagonized thoughts plead to erase youyet someday iwill stand there at your stoop i will face youat this moment you knew would comeyour feet will betray youno longer will clever portraits sufficelit wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206875/ nobody is gonna wait delude an empty mind your skin is the flawless texture when fingers peruse it of talented efficiency such as the enameled fangs of Fate instruct hard and unnabated exquisite teacher so beautiful and I love you I, your puppet You, my toy I conquer, thus .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jakmail20/206873/