http://www.writerscafe.org/F0G The original writings of author John Destalo en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1368907554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 thebackgroundismessybecomingnoise forcingme to stopspeakingbut thereis all thissoundbuilding inme thismindofmine isa mountainofcarved heads fillingwithbigideas .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1150400/ sheis beautifulsheis partial thiswork in progresssheis parts discarded along sleek metalpipe spinesendingsignals  thinflexiblewireribsprotecting awood basket collapsedand spreadtocreate th.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1150396/ Part I I enter the world of hands through my ownI stare at them, I feel themI watch them as they move all over me I allow them to inspire me I try to follow the lines in the palmI know they must lead to somewherethere is a pattern in everyth.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1150393/ asmall white bird fallsfromthe treesandlandssilentlyin the forest sticksfor legsitlooks lost amongthese thick,old stumps thereis a gentlenessinthe way it moves eyesweigh each stepscaredof brea.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1139071/ Inspired by a collage workshop http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1139070/ confessionsare angels to us humans.  not god.  not man. not woman. Iwas in my room reading letters connected. reading words connected.  readingideas connected.bythe smart people. I wanted to be a smart person. Oneidea is never .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1135120/ Everythingdone.  Was done wrong.  I hear falling.  Drops from the sky. The weight of cold.  The speed of heat.  Enters through expanding space.  And I see the stains left behind.  The floor has angles.  The ceiling has angles.  They long to be close.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1135119/ little onestheir mindsand their voicesare so closelyconnectedtheir thoughtsso quickly enter and exitsitting in a circlethey try to learnto listento the  oldman readingto themthey really doI need to knowI know lessthan I think.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1134576/ upthe stairsmymind racestowhat I will say myfeet are notstones butthey areheavierthanthoughts Iam elegantbecauseI fall butI am not frail http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1134574/ herwordsdrillinto me makemesingle-minded obedientlikearmy ants totheir queenreproducingme http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1132646/ Smokesays hello.  As if we are meeting for thefirst time.  We are children, despite ourage.  Trees understand us.  They are free.  They have roots and leaves. Minds.  Invisible. Indivisible.  Can be so faraway.  Burrowing, burie.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1131497/ thedance sends us spiraling.   spinning.  energy.funnelsin the air.  swansin the water.  whitenecks intertwined. thetruth is a piece.  of a puzzle.somany pieces. to lose. loveis never pending.itis.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1131058/ dreamsbreathewithoutair focusis lowenergyflowsthereis nostoppingnow Ipaint her naked nailswithred flowers tulips http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1131057/ thesky may be falling piecesof power disintegrating atrail of burningthecorrupt with words mywords appeareverywhere theyare spreadingandgrowing organizingtwenty-sixletters&nbsp.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1130544/ warmtingling feetgrowingto aswarm oftinyneedles enteringfrom theabsence of air andprick what shouldbe me whatshould beamessagebecomesnoise onceI couldmakesenseofnoise .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1130542/ howdo I tell youthat you are youngandthis is  not final forgetfulbrainyouwill forgetsomany things thesewordsthesenumbers losetheir meaningthemeaning is yourstodefine itis becauseyouar.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1130541/ on an early morning walk to the river http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1127544/ Inspired by a recent art exhibit in Harrisburg, PA http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1127064/ almost in the darkan uncertain voicespeaks as if she is justdiscovering her ownwords by experimentingon my ears and now in my loosening mind her almost wordsdance a slowdance becoming familiarwit.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1122988/ lines are drawn tocapture shades and shapes creating relationships I am a figure myself       captured caged space but sometimesparts of me leak slip between my cracks creating stains I.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1122987/ dreams can be so fragile.  those we almost control.  those of the waking day. not like those ofthe night.when we play with unicorns.  who place their only horn into our gut.  we bleed glitter.  which turns to hail.  and crushes all those who hurt us.  the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1122463/ I amin.  My first time.  In a courtroom.  A member of a panel.  One of fifty members of this panel.  Strangers mostly.  The walls are covered with wood.  Panels. The judge sits on high.  He is Pontificating.  Telling the potential jurors the .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1119013/ breathe indeep ...4...5 breathe outslow ...4...5 float indreams dropsspreadand cannotbecontained do nottry give butterflies meltin.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1119011/ I have no ground you place mewithout backso when I fall I almost disappear my landscape is frozena dirty glacier slowly movingfrom beautifultoward beauty emotion is expandingas we plungepast the .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1118427/ he thought he could livein isolation he was notthe only one http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1118421/ nothingseems toworkas planned why? weare all corrupt why? weare elementsofone systempressedby ahigherpowerto workagainsteachother why? soone-by-oneweloseconfidence.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1114649/ when you hear the rawform of sound a stewa witches brewa wrenching scream that wants and wants and wantsfor more when you see the rawform of color  a beautiful mess a bleeding prism that drips on your.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1114165/ there are too many headsin this world so I remove mineI take up less spaceI  learn to be completelyconnected to the present I become simple an instinct a reactor I understand first hand effect I let the world .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1114112/ I am wearing my normal mask her face is hiddenin something wickedthis way comes white like paperblack like inkred like there isno escape eyes flash lips open her mouth is mcescher her breasts are the.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1096904/ I in the same room thatI spoke my words a paper birdrests in the nestshe built bypecking at a glass ball and letting theshards fallwhere they may II after collecting whispers  I create .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/1096903/ I wantto shedeverything expose mydark parts these yearsof creating my beautifulthick scars the sunis onegianteyewatchingme and nowthe worldsees through to me exposing bodyand soul all the guilt andthe.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/780050/ there is a shadea separationthat haunts me a shadethat I won’t ever share with you I think the grassis greener in me I thinkI am the otherside I taste all colorsat onceas if they areactually oneand then rip them apartwith my cerebra.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/657527/ it came upon meso fast no warning like a sandstorm surroundingme fifty fingersclenched pummelingme ribs cracklike ribboncandy I heara gurgling ofthickliquid I hearsuckingfor tinypuffs ofair.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/657525/ it keepsbreaking so tightlywound it doesnot breathe like a balloonthat cannotleak there is no place on thisearth for someoneso cheaplymade as me http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/657523/ the shapeson yourchest the shadeson yourchest reveal the presence of self-inflictedpain a needleexpressingchoice your mindis sharp cutting mewhen you see me trying to read youtrying to critique you http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/657520/ homemadeshe stares at herselffor hoursin her wallof reflective glass she isdetermined to be anatural beauty she has youthon her sideshe has a talentfor tearing things upwhite t-shirtsshreddedwielding herblack magicmarkermakingmarksmarkingher sk.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/430198/ ahumanegg armswrappedaroundlegswrappedaroundarmswrappedaroundlegs slowlyreleasingbreakingintomanandwomanmanbornfromwoman the skyis new upupup wecanleapinto wings theairisborn.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/426877/ her hair climbsquicklylike a wallof fire her eyesstares intowide openspaces her skin speaks smoothlylike a soulful singerlike thesurface ofa man-madelake she is lotion a silverchainsurroundsthe thinnestpart of her body .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/426867/ I feel likethe end is near the earthquakeswith energy mountains movewhen I breathe and wordsflow from meas if multiple streams merging into one largepool ofeasy float describesa feeling I finallyfeel and I never.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/426865/ my head is            underwatercaught in the wakeof a passing…. moving in and outof consciousness I open my eyesso I can seea colorblueI only eversawin a dream becoming a memory &nbsp.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/423097/ We hold our armsout as if we areairplanesand fly aroundthe yard. Bumping into each other,we understandthe excitementof mid-air collisions;the sudden explosionand the heatof new flames. Then rolling aroundwe quickly become alligatorsour arms becomemouths.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/421134/ each word youspeak becomesthe word to a song soft -  rocksmy world and lovebecomessimple the anticipationI feelbuildingin the time ittakes betweenyour lips,a wave ofpinkflesh, justbeginningto take shape and for your voi.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/420717/ a stone maskwith no eyesplaced on my facehiding my gazefrom god my eyes kept wide shutcovered in white my moutha circlea spacefor screams a lack of sighta lack of lightand then I grow quietlike grassthat stops growingafter being leftalone&.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/419563/ I feel stretchedby Bowie, Davidhe is more than mea northern lightholding invisible forcesinside himselfthat pulls a variety of life’smysteriestoward him. His soundscapessurround mehis is a collageof images cutfrom life’sinfinite fabricdetails that .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/419112/ I enter a roomwith my fleshyhead extendedintending to bevulnerablewanting to be exposedwanting perfect strangersto see mein all my detailsto look at meas if I am nakedbut stillnormalto see the veins ofa leafand trace themoisture that tells the storyof a life.&nb.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/419110/ The young painter isfourteen and male a brush withouta sure stroke maudlin likeGauguin he said she is sixteenas if that isthe age of knowing legs growinginto each otherlike trees performing backyardgymnastics grape vines cling.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/418469/ Jane is freeand I am wind rustlingwith shapes a skirt shapedlike an A teasing thealphabet extending past Z legs are bare skinnot covered bysilk and I waitlike youtold me for loveor whatever comes a.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/418302/ hair cutsabstractly choppy lines drip breasts arethought bubbles and memoriescatch up tome likeslow liquid sappoursfromme and I waitfor this thickfeelingto pass you are adream Iwroteon my wall you knowcapt.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/418266/ I used the word rape once a vast native land forcibly taken by settlers a vast native landruined bythe peoplewho settle a soul leaves its formerly protective skinto stop feeling grapes are crushedunder bare feetblood gushingfrom its veins&n.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/418261/ nut boltsnug metal attachedto metal all movement isintentional we are the self-correctingmachines programmedto feel even slight change and I no longerneed to think just move a little and you willtell me what to.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/F0G/418258/