http://slow.writerscafe.org/Scager%20meister The original writings of author Scott Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041571 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I.nothing burns like your narcotic touchscrambling me up on a black cast iron pannobody seems to seehow I chase pages through chaossee them swirl and turnand bleed and burnI can't ever get it right.II. who is behind the foggy mirrorlooking at me with indifferent eyes?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1545512/ it's not easydown herecoveredinthickdense smogit's not easyto breathedown hereawful hands turning all wheels of absolute corruption it makes my skin slide I seediamond backs runfast in tall grass maniait gets hard to survive downherepack up your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1543012/ I was sipping on summer time melancholy after my a*s was handed to me from a spring festival called Apple Jam.It was a fresh kind of melancholy, not the kind that may make you walk off a bridge; but dancing smirks flashing in and out on the back porch while you gaze at a sunset with a joint betw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1541020/ It may comeLike a wake up call In the middle of a peaceful dream in the middle of a stormy night, a curious, new feeling Dropped into blood.It may comeBurning down the tracksthrough the middle of your lifeWearing neither a smileOr a scoff.It could be the unknown Rustling i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1536196/ I stood on the shore. A great ocean called out to me. At first the fear gripped me. But then I decided to Sprint towards it. F**k it, I thought. It's too beautiful not to swim out there.I got lost in the waves, body surfing for years, lost in the roar and crash of it all. But as time passed some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1533554/ Thunder is loadedIn a gunYou Fire at meAll the stars explode me Light gets buriedIn the desert shellOf my protection. Green blades riseOut of sandWho knewYouCould grow anywhere.Love is like that.There's no place it can't find.Thunder rumblesMy thirsty tong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1532044/ Fingers Made to dance Internal eyes exploring deep caverns.A Pen staggering through guttural explanations, roaming the mysterious language of heart sparks trying to decode flames.Climbing Jagged ascents Retreating back into Self.We have to make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1532018/ Driven mad In the grueling silenceOf unexpressed rubbleBuried like bodies beneath bricksDriven wild by fresh caught stallionsKicking for untamed country Bitten deep by water ways that refilled their hopes with action, not these useless words that fail on uneven ground that are eagerly so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1531519/ Don't rush experienceIt will come likeA fat splat of bird s**t splattered on your young nose as you walk home from school with your friends, it will come flying down out of nowhere in front of the whole cheerleading squad of hotties with their perfect everything looking right at you. Your friend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1523034/ TASTE ITLike your first fat BlackBerry plucked from the hanging vine.Sweet juicy juice black diamonds of summerSwallowing boyhood wholePlugging along my Florida trailLight shows twinkling on both lakes. Sun waves wanting to dance with rippling water. Let it dance.Feel itCom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1522848/ I am a iridescent daggerhanging free from a blue eave. I hold conspicuous pearls inside this form.I have blue crystals inside me,Now red, now green, now anything bright allowed to shine or drip or dream.When Sun comes out I start to become a faucet.Dripping pearls. Losing my hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1522340/ If I was a teacherI would teach the misfits,the outcasts, the black sheeps,the punk rockers, and metal heads,the abused and unwanted miscreants. I would let them light up joints in class and pass them around.Let's get free thought rolling.Let's reprogram ourselves away from a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1522285/ A hawk screech tore through my heart in the middle of the nightI ran outside and unto great night began to look Wind ploughed down through the leaves, the bright moon beaming down, one with breathAnd stories. Motion felt like a child in the trees,Grace held out open handsThat I cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1520586/ You are amazingIf nobody ever told you this before then I am sorry.No guide or teacher with eager hands to lend or show the way. No talk of Wisdom's daring gold but thrown down harshly into a hostile world that can't forgive or learn to love across the blood red moon of steps and scars a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1518460/ I know it is thereBut I cannot speak itI always knewBut then came doubt Like the whole ocean turned to storm-Wiping you outBut as it turns out You can never be destroyed. Something sacred Feeling with my heartToo big to measureNot just jumping out fromAll boxes but crus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1496126/ Whispers come a slicing Down my neckFirst, in thin stripsFeathers from Cleopatra's pillows tickling my skin.A spark in the blood sets it offThe Last light of day falls on wounded hills everywhere not ready for night.Clear brisk airMakes wildlife shiverA Soft guitar playing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1490282/ You hide ancient wordsIn tunnelsThey run Online A power beast Using quantum mechanics Run by heart light.People race around Late for work Do they ever know how powerful they are?Ancient drawings Etched by yearsAnd faces climbing Towards a watchdog perched high in star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1489545/ Everywhere elseI come undoneCrooked legs walking off the earthNowhere is the place to beA one way street headed into trafficAll the horns and sirens stirring for subtle or hostile reactions. Everywhere else plays the rotten, candy a*s beatsForcing eyes and hands to dig underground,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1486469/ Mud in the guts when you walk silent nights where dark houses stretch imagination back to a simpler time when strangers weren't enemies and trust grew hidden roots in the ever growing heart scape of infinity. Mud in the guts when a blazing girl on the bus burns holes through your book with a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1486428/ Softer nights to comeNestled here when light draws dreams- a crescent blade of moon to share with you after a hard African day full of savage rejection and dark lies scattered further than darker law. Softer than snow covered mountains on blue sky mornings when crisp silence glistens holy and web.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1486416/ I run exhausted tracksI Used the burn to pull me upScribbling words for another chance to flash brightly across the universe.Get lostI'm writing about the under dogAnd the victory of wounds.Get lostI'm trying to break throughStubborn concrete.I buried gold down thereBut I for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1485451/ For Sophie with endless love and admiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1457552/ Sometimes when I walk down the sardonic, musical streets wishing for the end of war or for the righteous to be put back in charge of everything, I often think I could be anybody I want to be.I could be Holden Caulfield wearing a red hunters hat with a smoke between my lips feeling lost, confused,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1457260/ Sometimes,when I stare into the night on a quiet piece of turf as my restless mind will turnwhen the branches of the trees seem to understand as they shake and wave before my eyes   I start to feel it Rise....Sometimes,when I stare into the night uncertain of my ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1455364/ Moonlight trapped your eyeselectric white possibilities dazzling my bleeding vision.Red slivered rivers burning formless in my eyes of silence.I still See You.Your ghost became RainDripping steady in my Pond.Outside the rectangle windowI hear a man screaming in the streetsclose by the bus .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1454425/   the smell of   burning cedar compliments the street late riser   fighter   negotiating the way words bite down  or    free   float     a w a y. One verse has the ability to draw blood,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1454365/ I was in 4th gradewhen I met A.J.he had chestnut hair like his fatherthat swept down to his chin.He was a golden gloves boxer with lightning fast fists.We played tackle football and shot  pool together.At night we dressed like infantry menand dashed out there in the bushes and tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1453912/ Running blind into bricksour mistakes grew realafter seeing our blood flow free.We swim in the Nileduring plagues to watch it all go down.Our Odyssey lurks in savage hunts-our desire, too mean to even burnroams beyond witch-hunts and dark controlling, worldly fantasies of global domination.Our des.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1453569/ I like the way the sidewalk breaks and bulges up and outward from hidden roots beneath its square formas if to say: "Your concrete cannot block me no matter how hard you think you are. No obstructions can deny My Power." I look to be grounded with a strength like this, only known to me in fast flash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1453262/ Sky-Jack my heart  and fill it with the  savage storm of you. Rain down black bullets and make me suffer more hollow me out and let my hunger be a ravenous, city rat crawling through walls, scaling stairs, riding the edge of starvation  lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1449980/ I hunt Red Maple streets looking for YouI can't seem to find the gold I need anywhere.Words will never be the fire that You are. My Ghost fingers clasp nothing compared to what You express.I find nothing of value in their dribbling talkonly deceit and malice.Give me hard work sweat,foggy mornin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1445378/   I saw the red tailed hawk above me gliding with a purpose   I saw the beautiful vine maples stretching up against the red brick building  and wanted to both glide and stretch with them as if I could be so audacious..  I walked the pathways through your city, I saw many hud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1428103/ Far away I thought You were-for so long now my heart's been fighting all this darknessall around me, inside melike a broken sword I could not fix alone......Far away i thought you were my face smashed cruel in darkness, my hands bound tight with steel, my mind trapped low in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1427164/ Even if black words lie broken apartand you are left bleeding alone and naked by the shoreline waiting to drown...Even if dreams turn blue against her steady greenA stealthy hand turns levers in your heart, pulls out rugged mountains you carried alone.A stealthy han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1413885/ Evacuated Utopia Ravens launch in sun and rainThey come squawking downFingernails to blackboardBlack razors with wings passing careless through a rainbow.Mean thunder wakes the children Their faces burn for mom or dad.Curtains of rain cleaning up the distance Ratty man walking with staf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1393318/  Relentless as Santa Ana winds scudding debris along the 57 freewayshe launches me from her life a perishable reserved to wander blowing by every camera,all those hungry, observing eyes in the machinesuch masterminds of deception. Anger spills from every great m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1393316/ A walk just before sunset fiery clouds of orange turn to wavesseemingly to crash me against the still hot pavementfrom the mean day's heat wave.She rotates in my mind and won't stop her orbit.She comes crashing through my forestflexing old muscles and flipping over trees.I'm pulling memories the siz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1390924/    YOU DO NOT     realize    how You bore into me   with    a    Large, cruel Auger. Bad blood brings no balance.   Take me to the backwoods    and let me hear the bag pipes play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1390918/ Dawn drizzle rainbows- flamboyant as the flames in her personality arcing high above into cloud, out of cloud- thru my evaporated thoughts. My dubious mind suspended in her colors.  Heart of night lusting to burn there one more time before clubbed and clouted back into the thick,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1326352/ Incinerated wings       and my failure to communicate  my impounded imposition.           No safe return from a shapeless night like this.   Who could learn to cut through this callous vision? &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1326321/  do not slip away                           swift voice       made of river         &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1267421/ she'll burn you up    her red hair firing        rockets into space   she'll burn you up     with that smile and laugh        close your eyes to doors swinging     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1265920/ Dead man's head on the wheelhorn blasting for siren's to comea thoughttorn loose by zephyrtravels freepast every Totaliterian sign. Sweet invisible thoughtnakedburningwith a mad rushto explorewhat leaves feelscraping magically down anywhere. A&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1265203/ Even though something nameless digs deepin the flashy flecks of diamond snowona crisp blue-bird day,white frosty conifers stand emphatic. rugged eyes of mine huntingmemories of golden summersfull of festivals and travel if only I could dismantle all illusionsof bitter judgement with unders.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1263636/ dark horizon blew in strong   and   down  came  the  rooftops soft heart got hit so hard,  bleed into the floor  flooded rooms became the norm  we swim in blood  Icy water saturates the sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1263635/ opening doorstodeep wounds i attempt to cut awayshadows which have lingeredandswallowed every hopedissolved between bars rust on the chains remaina testament to how far I've come though i cannot scrape awaythis ancient voice responsible for every ruin I've learned to live wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1190829/ inthehustlehunted hush my mind  sits at portwaiting for smooth passage inthe greenglassgleam of paradisewaters there is a  fresh essaywaiting to swallowme whole I feel it lurkinglike a ghost dreambeneath tidal forces a glance that holds a thousand em.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1190824/ steel tongue warrior struggles to interpret tribulation his veilssliced by ink a growing silence the weight of Earthdisquiets him his pathway to the peak is dangerous and steepnobody can catch himseeking wanderer escaped black flags raised high in his eyeslow man smashe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1190820/ alostvoicein the windtrying to scream an invisible soothsayerlets inspiration looseupon the world it ripples through windscaresses riverssweeps through giant green armssurfs oceansglides desertsbloats sailsa lost voice hoping to landhome a lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1190784/ Don't tell me I don't know about fire. The way it moves and the way it eats. My fire has lived in a cage. I've been holding back the flames. Rub me wrong and I'll ignite, these sad sparks are flying, embers caught on the wind like a firefly storm. I watch them fall on my leaves, now my forest burns... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scager-meister/1172022/