http://slow.writerscafe.org/matt%20pence The original writings of author Freedom's Child en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010184 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been there a time or twoStayed for some time not long agoSatan smiles when he sees me on thestreetI remember this timeHe and I were putting them downAt a bar on the north side of hellWe started a game of who has fearBack and forth we wentSitting in the center of a burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1025214/ I see you at your trough, pigging out on the work of othersNever moving more than a few feet a day and only to feed off othersYou never even move to s**t, you simply roll in it and tell me get to my kneesYou're fat enough to float across the ocean but that T.V. won't lieYou think I'll feed you forev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1024952/ May I plead insanityI could never see things as your lies say they areFrom the time the cord was cutThis blood has been mine and only mineI cannot fall in a line of masses with no thoughtsI will not hit a switch and told what to thinkYou will bleed all your blood before I take a seatWhen you tell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1024296/ Just having fun with this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1024280/ The most sunny day with the perfect heat and a surrounding blue skyLaying on the beach watching sets of waves make their way to the shoreA penny heads up nestled in the sand by my toesNo need to take it nothing to wish for when it is this perfectChildren throw water as they endlessly laugh and splas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1024249/ Hey DriverWere you embraced by your mother as an infantI wasn't, though I've fantasized  of itHey DriverDid you run to your parent's bed for safety after a nightmareI didn't but my life is a nightmareHey DriverDid your daddy teach you to ride a bikeMine didn't, hit the road hard with no one to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1023069/ A citizen can be imprisoned without trialMoney is far more important than you or meEnvironmental destruction is encouraged to make the rich richer at the expense of the poorRaping of our forests, mountains, and oceans is an everyday occurrenceInequality is promoted by our Government Chick fil a open.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1022690/ I wrote this about 5 years ago but I am not sure about it. Tell what you think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1021803/ work in progress, possibly may make it a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1021778/ I read you and fell for your naked beautyYour magnificent dark hair was flowing through your inkYour innocent ocean eyes grasp me as I become your wordsYour sun rising smile is captured in every stanzaMy heart melts to yours as your written emotion fondles meI wonder, will we meetShould we meetWill .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1018921/ Pavement hotter than lavaSo many buildingsThat must have been built by someone compensatingThe herds are always scurrying to their stallsWearing nooses around their necks Decorated in their funeral costumesTheir faces screaming to escapeTheir eyes searching for a lighthouse Through the fog they seeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1018609/ While you were held ever so Gently in your mommy's careI was laying at the trunk of a treeWhile you were crawling towards your daddyI was crawling in a vacant fieldWhile you holding your mommy's handI was stumbling from branch to branchWhile you and your daddy were playing catchI was listening to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1018401/ If you think it wiseTo blacken my waterTo muddy my shoreOnly to Bulge your pocketI'll not be stillI'll be thereIn the darkest of nightA rig I will seeI'll do this and thatI'll be leaving in a hasteI'll take a glimpse backI'll smirk at a bright lightIn the morning when you wakeSpeechless you'll beDum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1018394/ Blood coated eyes Craving minutes of peaceQuivering lips With forgotten memories of smiles Rusted shut jointsYearning for one last stroll in the parkMuted larynx Wishing one last I love youAs last moments pass Reflections of wasted days encumber my every thoughtMy childhood memories only remind me O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1018077/ When I was three days out from birthI paid never to know the green beastThe cost was plentiful, no love everI was most certainly taken by the green beastIn grade 4 I was told1929 was a most marvelous year for this green beastIn grade 9 I was toldOf rivers crafted in blood for the acceptance of this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1017936/ The pirate rose at sunset and took to the inlet's cemeteryWith the blankness of night he found a new intruderHe woke J.R. and raised him to the top Waiting with raw hunger Hard port echos from deep in his eroded bellyFlames lash against the blankness Splinters begin piercing his new intruderLines wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1016571/ Crinkled and cracked hands toss the line to the dockCrank the main to the top The crisp autumn winds takes jenny by the handWhite caps extend across the water12 knots flying The gasping sound of air breaking under a hullThis wind driven day could be no betterAt three PM it must have been tomorrowSur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1016417/ Frozen lip burning wind against his faceHis clothes a spitting image of himScarred from his frost bitten toes To his blood red scalpEndlessly searching for that place to hideFor that place to call homeGut ridden fear of another beating by the manJust another bitter cold FridayDoes he choke on the la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1015580/ Momentary madness in a glance of sadnessLook to the east to see what we've becomeNot a free man in his own land; or the super hero we once thought we'd beA servant to our leader; his garden's keeperBy his demand we must obeyLetting slide his every lieNo friend or father figureBut a foe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1015353/ A vacant glare into unknown streetsA dream of a child forced away by others greedFiltered out in the vile gutter of society.Once free to imagine global loveNow told to pull the trigger to be superiorOnce able to envision an unblemished earthNow blindly choking on smog a top a blast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1015349/ Come with me to where the wind blows freelyLeave the vacant years of yesterday to the dwellers of the pastSet fire to the man known only as samMay lightening strike the city of forgotten livesWe are free, We have a life we must fulfill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014882/ Ugly are the knuckles from your so called freedomStained in blood from living my lifeScarred from mistakes, surfboards, and your hypocrisy Bent and broken a shipwrecked vessel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014881/ No where to go from here but downSo I guess it's time to take a bowThe freedom of the night is calling our nameIt is time to run naked in the streetsCome to a place where there are no rulesWe'll make our stay extra longI'll sip your sweet coladaWhile you put down my brewhahaWe can lick away at a few.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014874/ Sitting above allSkin the color of Sant'a's beardA robe the color of a lump of coalHere yeHere yeSILENCE YOU FOOLS!In court todayDefendant EarthPlaintiff manEarth to be slaved with the charge of trespassingA sentence for which there must be of the most harsh tortureWhen guilty condemnation is a must.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014833/ The dead kid's train is the stationChildren are piled from end to endAlong the way some smacked the tracksBloody rusted tracks their bodies layThey paid the toll before they came on boardOnly to clear, the reasons they wanted to rideThe owner's cup is filled with bloodTo toast the torture of his chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014507/ This stain glass window surrounds my stain glass heartMany years have laid forth their many colorsPlentiful shades of many secrets still coveredBackgrounds of deserted dreams forgotten over the yearsBright colored memories used to make my heart smileDark colored memories whose scars are present in e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014502/ It is actually a song I started to write but I like it better as a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014498/ For 3 daysWas I fed from the breast?For 3 daysWhere was I?For 3 daysDid my future have plans?For 3 daysWas I loved?On the 3rd dayI would never have breast milkOn the 3rd dayI was left by allOn the 3rd dayI had no futureOn the 3rd dayNo one decided to love me3 da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014396/ Slow boat movingOn the breeze covered oceanDreams pushing forcefully on the sails backLetting the bow slice all slaverySails unfurled we break free from the dockNothing to see but what the future holdsFor youFor meFor everyoneThe land they say is freeNo longer existSo we took to the water's edgeand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1014390/ The most mystifying of all the artsIt is the picture we all must drawThe words we all must sayThe final song of our concertMost of all the bow at the end of our playThe techniques are manyThe slow no surprise endingSleeping when the curtain fallsThe twenty story leapThe cruising crashThe over dose f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1013789/ Let's leave nowThis desert dust Me grasping for airThere's a blizzardTo be startedLet our winds swirlAnd our sand spikeOur foes to the bottom belowThere waits their forgotten futureNo one knows the rituals of the dreams anymoreBut I recite them in my sleepWhen I'm sitting wide awakeListening to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011356/ By the table sittingeyes glued to the fading figure of the one he lovedOn the street lyingblood decorating the pavement around herCrouched at the side of the bedwhile waiting for a doctor to say whats wrongIt finds it's way to everyoneThere will be no escapeThere will be no restThough I swear nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011254/ Seasons may changeand our time will flyBut as for this day may tomorrow never comeRendered from death we live againMore than any manwill it take to bring us to our kneesNo more slavingno more servingTime to take freedom by the handand have her guide usIf you feel us the devil or the kings and queens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011238/ A ship crafted to late and docked to earlyThis battered ship once sailed the seas with eleganceIt saw the beauty of the early morning seaIt felt the anguish of a mighty northeastern The seas were the musicAnd she was the graceful ballet dancer never to miss a beatAlways on her toes and never showing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011224/ From where you sitit is easy to look down on meFrom where you sitit is to cast judgement upon meFrom where you sitit is easy to fry me in my chairFrom where you sitno one wants you six feet underFrom where you sityou never see the eye of the gunFrom where you sitsurvival is a word taken for grantedF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011217/ Chaos the journeywhere freedom is waitingThe dullness of this spoon lifeis enough to kiss the reaperThese walls encumber my every thoughtthe very reason they were madeThe free will of women and menis hindered by all that is taught. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1011213/ Bright lights of days gone byCome again to light our wayThe fire's flame is flickeringFighting the sullen water's drenchingWhich is the way to ancient oneWho speaks the words of wisdom From days of long ago and yet to comeWhen is the day our will be doneOn this planet for which there is no freedomA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1010758/ Share your dream with meThis nightmare I've been inHas been my only friendI've been to the lifeless moonI've been to the fevered coreBut no one has ever itched for meOn a raw winter's nightMy eye's took hold of youYou were the sun's final rayI could not turn to the icy nightYou saved my soul from ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1010753/ I never took the easy roadbut have found all rocksI cried to the mirror but couldn't change the faceI have never been lovedbut have been hated by more than a fewI have seen a full moonbut have never been in the lightI am scared of peoplebut I have the greatest of friendsI have nothing to losebut I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1010747/ Mad men of blue and grayDoing the bidding of the devil's wayStriking down those who dare defyHistories shadows sliding sinisterly in our citiesSweeping us swiftly into slaverySoulless serpents in slick suites slicing tonguesYou're not the women and men we thought you to beYou're not a hero for every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1010741/ It is hate you have grown to loveand the pain is in your head.You say you got the answersbut you know there far from true.Your greedy thumb will be brokenYour slavery leadership will be your vomit.Your money is your masterit makes your every move.If you would take those green shades from your eyesyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1001654/ A man is born into a blueberry fieldDay by day picking the berries from the stemBeautiful clouds come and goWatching the sun ride the ferrous wheelStill picking berries by the stemThe field half dead Not many berries in the basketThe sun still on the ferrous wheelBeautiful clouds have come and goneY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1001648/ I sit motionless on the bowlooking into the glassy ocean eye.Volcanic blisters erupting from my bodyspilling thick rusted blood.My mouth pleading for liquiddry as any desert.Desperation and despair take controlthey collide and thunderous anger breaks the silence.My spit less mouth screams at the oce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1000778/ LISTEN!The sun is rising in the eastShadows of yesterday fade in the swamp sludgeLast nights fantasy appears todayThe riddle of life is playing on the radioGreed is the Voltaire feeding on your mindShoo the Voltaire to the deadSpit the seed stuck in you throatFree your mind and take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1000767/ You wrestle with a life you once ownedBut never lived.When the moon mounts above a snow capped mountain, you deny you lived long enough.When in truth you never lived at all.Day after day you stayed slouched at your coffin.Terrified of a sullen journey outside your self created grave.Wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1000765/ Lost in this world of realityfor which there is no home for meBlood of mine is on the streetsleft from where you tore with your judgementthe searchers soul is scarred in mefor which the crime of freedom is chargedsentenced to death by the hanging of my spirit.You blame me for your child's free willt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1000333/ The dream I hold for this land I seeIs that love be our fiercest cryNo more serving to the nickelNor lies from our leadersNo more beatings for natureRather a unity of all peopleA true love for our neighborA harmony with natureIf we only saw things as they areWe would see how roboti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/1000329/ Blunders that I madeMistakes that I didn'tPeople that I agonizedThieves I didn't bruiseWaves that crashed where I was notSnow that transcended while I was awayRainy days that I stayed awayFull moon nights when my eyes were closedI could have laughedI should have criedI didn't strive I couldn't let g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/860844/ Clap to the beat of the thunder's roarClinch the lightening and feel the orgasmAs hail streams down entangled bodiesOur hearts beat in fear, excitement, and in ecstasyThe unknown waiting in our future's crying eyesThe dew on our skin says there's a new beginningA chance to run naked on c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/852272/ What do you say to a dying man, good luck on the other side?I've seen many faces go from here to there,there's terror in the eyes when about to see the other side.There's no escape for them to find and no words to be said that can ease the eyes.So for all you about to die and you never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matt-pence/852262/