http://slow.writerscafe.org/M.Joseph%20Black The original writings of author M.Joseph Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205674 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hear the song here! http://soundcloud.com/blue_sphere/natures-waves-acoustic-demo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/937054/ Hear the song here! http://soundcloud.com/blue_sphere/happy-holidays-acoustic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/937051/ The little boy who lives beyond the old mans eyesCould look from behind his iron barred, curtainless windowAnd somehow he could realiseThat for the rest of his pure as driven snow white lifeHe would be imprisoned in this old ruined bodyThis old ruined cellIn this old ruined.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/921719/ Today, I saw a crowdA blank and expressionless faced crowdOf cheering people.They were standing around a raggy arsed little boyWho I recognised from somewhere.They were tearing meat from a living dogWhich screamed and howled in agonyWith every tortuous rip of its fles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/921712/ Acorns can blind you…I remembersummers full of energising, no breeze, warmth and sunshine. Of lines of vision distortedby heat vapours fooling our young minds that everything around us; houses,cars, even people, were melting.  Summers full of bugs and horse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/920560/ Werds spoken playnliNow onli ignordAfter onli twenti yers onFrom a seven yer ich.He sters at fyve fyfteneEvri dae.Rejimentul.After twenti seven yersOvhabitShe duzzent sterBut slepes thru.Words spoken not playnliForst owt with effot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/920318/ What shall we do with the drunken sailor?Spread him like an eagleBull whip! Lash! Bull whip!You bring disgrace to your fleet you doDrinking rum and whiskey neatYou’ll be keel hauled for your behaviourAnd take a flogging for your labourWhat shall we do whil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918878/ The crew of seamen all have a secret  lonelinessof their own. At every port the deserted dance halls  beckon, andthere they dance with ghostsof  their lives. At midnight sharp the ghostsdisappear along with the tuxedoed band and the music dies toleave  r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918870/ Say the wordAnd I will love you like one thousand menBehind the gates of heavenly devotionI will protect you.Say the wordAnd with fists of iron and swords of fireI will fight for youBeneath a cape of loveI will enshroud youSay the wordAnd all things that hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918356/ When you love me and I love youWhen our bodies and souls entwineIn the ultimate actI know that I shall wake to find you,And as I kiss your sleeping eyesIshall pull you to meAnd into my dreamsAs our love grows and we are safely Cocooned in our perfect lives.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918355/ My thoughts on the busAre interrupted byThe incessant laughingScreaming and hoohaa-ing Of school peoplePrima Donna’s one and allEach acting out scenario’sOf their own youthful mating gamesThe Boys: shoulders raised, chests puffed outStr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918310/ Sometimes I feel the hand of life’s pressuresPushing me ever deeper into the gorged mouthOf the hungry worldI splash and struggle in a bubbling whirlpoolOf guilt when I fail to what is expected of meWhen I fail to complete.Drowning, choking, grasping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918276/ As I walked across the field,The grass covered with virgin snowAnd as the wind blew, taking alongThe fine top layer of icy dustCarrying it fast, spirit like smooth,Flowing up and down across the contouredGlistening white surfaceAll past ghosts that have haunted my lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/M.Joseph-Black/918273/