http://slow.writerscafe.org/kgosi The original writings of author Kgosi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776170340 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem was written for mothers (mothersday). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/772955/ This piece Gave birth to a Poem,- more like synchronized sounds of melodicchaos- This piece is verbally chaotic…pinned on tongues that preach in strangevoices,- they howl in your dreams. This piece Gave birth to a Poet,- more like unjustifiedhuman existence in the tran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/516240/ I give you these as a symbol of my trust,so open your heart for me.Open up your eyes to see what I’ve seen… open up your soul so to feel what I feel. I give you these as a symbol of love from me,So give me a chance to be free,Give me world to live happy, grant a lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/452976/  I met wit a spirit child next to an upturned library…she labored with sweet words sharp as swords,deadly melodies of theoretical ethos…she was of chronicles written in dreamt pages of philosophy…a philosopher of idealist ethical values,she was valueless and pen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/421446/  Behind these hinds lies a story pouring from vile lips on smutty faces… Faceless creatures that have seeped into our souls with decadent consent, For we’ve given them room…- Given them fumes of prominent celestialism to course a feud between our bodies and soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/421048/  They called it wording in the midst of phrases…Moles of molded minds that sprint to print majestic tunes…They called her poetry…A pottery with words that would sell your soul and free you mind to word-string that sting you along…and aloft you go.Brittle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/420503/ we were just having fun.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/420141/  In darkness and brown shadows they rolled them,Thick like caskets with bodies to be buried they were heavy,And with weary faces and smutty faces they rolled them,Like dices in casino rooms they rolled, pulled, licked and carried on rolling,He said it was an art,And that part parted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/413320/  All is fare in word and silence...in dark minds illumed by celestial vowels and proses that probe sentences to make sense.In bright shadows of figures that furnish unimaginative minds we stand…as poets and poetry…as potteries that anchors roots of pot trees….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/412757/ I met with a kid on the road to forever,he stood there looking at me as thought I was the strangest thing he had ever seen,he screamed, more like he sighed of terror…his vacant breath was a mount of hells reign on earth,for he spoke of different tongues, and how indifferent they are,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/402933/  A piece of hair is left…it’s one of the many that I have picked from the floor, a reminder of the who it belongs to…troubled days at end, they come, they go but live forever in my heart,they seem to be the forecast of my every days activity…for when the sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/402931/ The path is set, paved for the rich and poor to walk and dance, run and lurk in its strides that stray in the twilights of its disfigured patterns, pebbles to the privileged for they know not of how scorching the sun is during day time, night time frozen moments are reborn, amended.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/402930/ My name is…-err, and I was born…Mother abandoned me before I was matured, taken in to custody by the remedy of psychological liniments- in a coffin I tell a story… I am a prisoner to the world that is suppose to be a haven to those visiting the world to pass… the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/330889/ The stars look beautiful now that I’ve stopped fighting, they are so bright they make me cry-                                 &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/330888/ when you realize that someone you hold dear is a complete stanger your about to lose, but still love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/330884/ This Is Not The Day Sphiwe ..., 03-Jul-2005 21:16   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/278892/  I penetrated the congested traffic hurriedly aiming to reach the pavement on the other side of the road as the flashing red man threatened to thrust the angry swarm of cars into motion. Narrowly making it across, I turned the corner, passed the Nigerian hair-salon salivating at the oasi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/278888/ Omphile Msindo's post:Letter from the DevilThis can really make you think. It actually made me really madwhile I was reading it, but it made me realize some things.Plus,I had to send it because of the P.S.This is deep... and I wasn'tgoing to forward or share it, but thatlast line.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/273058/ When does it end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/259079/ when u strat knowing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/259078/ 50 Characters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/259077/ Emotions of perpetual passion gather within this Torrente heart…For the journey has been long…The looking has been tiring and finally the searching has ended…So take my hand and walk with…-Make me wait till kingdom come,I will sing the songs of praiseBecause f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/255245/ When all starts to reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/254544/ Those that know think they see me…And those that see me know that they know not of me…-Those that touch me, feel the pulse of life in the crimson decaying flash of Godly beings,They hear a pandemonium of hells eruption frown from within their souls,Those that know me…S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/253943/ a Woman that has brought back meaning in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/253568/ My curse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/252953/ Not much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kgosi/252444/