http://slow.writerscafe.org/HeWhoJives The original writings of author HeWhoJives en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With every failure to knock You remind me of the journals you took The secrets you stole from me I have not been able to call these tears my own Since you first wielded my trust Some grisly trophy from your conquering Where will you mount my gullibility Since then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/1203473/ I am told that the tree of liberty must be refreshed From time to time With the blood of patriots and tyrants The trouble is i'm no long sure who the tyrants are And i am not a patriot  How would jefferson have me bleed    Washington would have me believe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/1202308/ I never understood how an person could experience two emotions of any prominenceSimultaneouslyWhen I experience an emotion I endure it to the bitter endI feel it in every joint and extremitycock, thieves, and creepersI feel it until there is no conceivable way that I could ever feel horrorConte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/1166282/ I have transgressed into solidityThe calcium of my bonesThe stiffness of my cartilageAre derivatives of my sinsMy soul, marred from introspectionIs a queer steel contraptionAnd with my copper heartMy anguish tastes of bloodBe Cannibal with meAll humanity has bled from usBared to the wire we are free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/1164756/ As I sit, dragon, in the hookah loungeRegarding the amalgamation of our fumesIt seems a queer thing that our breath mingles A smoked soul shared and sober, constant grace Would that I could osmote their ease Breathe their pure spirit instead of poisoning the collective My essence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/1151483/ Can we be twilight explorers for tonightSift our gnarled feet thru Pacific sandsFeel serenity's salted burnIn the curvature of our solesFuck this grinding of splintered chinaLet's hang what's left On the redwoodsFrame the crescent forest with memoryI have all my mother's crazyAll my daddy's hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeWhoJives/916453/