http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mark%20D The original writings of author Mark D en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997051 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am on the cuspBut underneath somethingPushing forwardPushing the line further backStaying on the cuspLiving on the cuspThere is hope standing hereThere is also futilityPush againHarderI am on the cuspBut underneath somethingKeep pushingWhat is failure?It could be thisBut not quite yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/1428173/ At the end of the AdventTo see why the kings wentLeaving lights on the treeThey entered the eveThe cold crisp nightWith street lamps alightShe strolled the white landAnd held his warm handFrom the shadows deepOut they did creepShe saw all the kicksAnd they blood they inflictSo for the husband she mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/1094191/ The cut burn chase arrivesAnd leather fabric hurtsReddening now rawWith you upon the floorA subtle wipe to hideThe islands in your eyeIt starts within your chestAs children never blessedYou're bending like beforeAnd stretching for the doorBut adults never growWith no new height to show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/1021924/ On theseburial groundsWhich ourhistory encompassesWe cannotdeny belongingBut couldnever be ourselves As the firstinhabitants of painWe fell fromthe hoax of loveTheypresented us with slavesTo helpbury the deceased And so itwas born.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/1009441/ Love’s wildest sonStepping in time with tormentA love of the huntLeads to love of the death So you trod on the flowerThat they saw through the windowSo many times as childrenWithout a song to bring out the sun In crashing down with the rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/958957/ This did not actually happen! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/944696/ Staging scenes of shootingsOn a landscape of broken mindsMy head was on the auction blockWhile she wasn’t on my radar I took a swipe of inhumanityTo disturb the powerfulAnd the iron law of historyBut nothing was delivered Through accident and rec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/942346/ Of the elite in lover’s IrelandI was the survivingmonumentBut I was neverinitiatedIn the romantictradition of being lied toI became a smith ofbloodlustWith blind folly andruinI brought scars to thedoveAnd prophesised theraven But I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/942267/ My first impression of natureWas fearing the presence of thornsCommunicating indelicate feelingsRed roses in passionate tongue To cure the diseased pink rosesPetals as illustrations of worthNot friends from my observationsBereft of feelingsof love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/941427/ When the wild cold ceasesThe night air sleepsAnd all my grief is toldThe morning strikes me into lifeLike a frantic roaring windFree from scornFree from painRich in spirit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/937207/ Emotionally chargedBut devoid of logicYou followed meI conspired to use youBut couldn’t follow throughWe went through so much togetherI’ve grown so tired of your companyLike a contract negotiationI express my commitment to youI’ll leave you in the next town http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/937205/ I tend to see things on an epic scaleSuch stories as mine are not often heardCritics may refer to the length of my tales And their credibility!"I crossed America barefoot and broke""I was a transvestite hooker with silicon tits""I said farewell to Lennon on the day that he died""I welcomed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/937204/ The most troublesome start to adulthoodHas blessed me with a freedom from needMy clothes are stained and tornA testament to my abandonmentAnd my rag cloaked dreams of fameI hear the sound of drums and gloryI am an engineer of happinessWhen I get to heavenI'll be a well dressed man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/937189/ Sunrise dusts off last shadows of nightWarmth caresses my faceIllumination troubles my eyesRemaining awake at odds with my bodies willMy mind slows but upholds it's exertionOverrun by guilt and lamentationI needed to see this day arriveThe day I leave the place I loveI have no will to goBut yesterda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/937186/ At our childhood stream that once dwarfed the ocean, I find the banks collapsing on it's quiet side. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936511/ From being the weakest of little girlsShe went her own wayAnd found happinessOn her own termsFrom a distance we could all see the soft smileThat came across her grief stricken faceWe all noticed the straightening of her shouldersAnd how peace had filled her beingThe strongest of people you could wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936349/ I was spitting bloodIn reality and dream alikeThrough the bitter winds of winterAnd when flowers opened their budsLikewise was I empty-handedWhen I entered the world unclothedAnd I left it barefootedCaught up in endless fightWhat then was all this for?On reflection I do not knowMy place is not reser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936348/ My tears ran coldAs monsters crawled up my legAnd tongued upon my kneeI started to fumbleOver the words I know so wellI embark upon the last long walkAnd unfold my white flagMy coffin will have beautiful woodTo make them wonder who’s beauty lies withinMy flag will be presented to my son before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936345/ These feelings are hard to explainLike waves hitting me harderOn their way back to the waterLeft perched on a towerWhen the tide is forced outI’m too high to dive downAnd swim back to shoreWondering if anyone might know where I amI should wait for the tide to come inAnd gently carry me to safe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936344/ When the last drops of rain are tossed downWhen your upward path is straight and smoothWhen your will to go on is strongWhen your horses wait for their masterWhen an idle hour is found to killWhen your begging for forgiveness is overWhen smiles replace damp solemn looksWhen you find your trust in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936342/ Once guarded in her wingsIn my spring of youthI fled those shieldsToo full of youth and vanityI treated foe like friendTears though the dayAnd tears through the nightI feared I’d left an angelIn my poisonous solaceMy tall black quartersMy lonely hauntI caught a vision My jewelled graveAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936340/ I came to be beneath the groundFrom warm free windsTo a cold dark tombI came to be beneath the groundFrom love's young smileTo icy tears of griefI came to be beneath the groundFrom together alwaysTo flower grave visitsI came to be beneath the groundBut I love this cemeteryAnd my death’s black .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936339/ You’ve been through all the necessary experiences The suffering, scandal and viceYou only lack the courage to use them in your favourThe surface of your potential hasn’t been scratchedYou could be on the rise in a way few people comprehendIt is remarkable how you remain so&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936337/ In almost total darknessEven the crows have gone silentIf only for a momentAs the shadow slipped awayMy friend and I inch forwardHolding our breathTo hear that screaming soundThe crows go mad againI fear a young deathOur white bodies shakeHers in anticipationAnd mine in fearTrue to my natureI could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936335/ Suffocated by second hand moralsFrom the first hand to feed usTheir excuses of misfortuneFell on deaf earsOur similarities to them are replaced By an absolute contempt for their waysIn feather beds of guilt fed fearsHome pressures were risingEngulfed in the actions of anotherAnd struggling for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936334/ I dare to look backOur cool moonlit evenings togetherThe way my jacket suited youAs you held onto my armAnd how my name sounded different when you said itMy black smoke breathYou kissed me all the sameAnd didn't mind not liking the tasteYou only wanted me with youThe warmth you brought on a cold nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936332/ I refused to pay my last respectsI rejected the ideaThey never found my body in the morningFoundering in the aftermathOf my latest bout of self-judgementSo a new love was bornAt the memorial stoneJust after old Gods had fallenMy impassioned fanHelped me back onto the stageThe first performance that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mark-D/936330/ At peace with life’s past imperfectionsWe had to come togetherTo effortlessly connectOn our second attemptAt life’s long conversationAmongst a deafening crowdOr my last intimate audienceI have always seen your shadowIn my mind’s starlit garden pathI can trust my senses and instinct.. 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