http://slow.writerscafe.org/chrispat91 The original writings of author Ink of Grandeur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776234417 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Grin of the dead, the lost and still,Moan of the gone and meek.Cry on the mossy silent hill,A whisper, then a shriek.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/1069628/ Here I stand awake, alive, and at the concept of death, I scoff!Alive, What is alive,The sense of being,Or the being of sense? Alive, What is alivebut to paint a picture,upon the canvas of what's known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/1069614/ A life like stone with a mind of Gold,Yet we tend to others' life ten fold,With songs swept by wind,by the cry of our kin,and the Torment of all our attackers.But we know of the blood,And the Spit in the mud,Caressing the fields where I lay.Still over the course,Of time and remorse,My father's below.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/920472/ There is a longing where a void is filled,I'm surrounded by glory yet I hunger still,I know You engulf me in Your holy flame,I quiver in splendor at the sound of Your name.You'll always beseech me, honored as your flock,As I unworthily bow to you rock,Your rock, a foundation. That of your plan,To sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/920463/ What mysteries the world holds and pleasures are we given in this gift of life. How exciting, how splendid is it to be what all else must respectfully covet?        This privelage of spirit. The gift of being . Taking part in the very nature that we may also ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/912225/ I feel sorry for those.I feel sorry for those who will live it down.I feel sorry for those.I feel sorry for those who can flourishin their victory and then let it all go.In their prime or prison, rain or shine,The memory dies. The buck stops with you. Theres nothing special in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/912223/        The thought of man never ceases at it's prime. Rather, it fires on tangeants; and overkills any single thought. There is a longing in all that exists. This longing? to know all. Yes, all hope to one day know everything there is to know about the world, it's secre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrispat91/912221/