http://slow.writerscafe.org/hardknox The original writings of author kelvin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038597 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Imagine a place where there’s no writers block and the words you need to use follow you as sheep in a flockThe ideas and concepts process in your mind and they whip up like cotton candy being whipped in a machine sweet and softYour imagination arises and it takes you on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2818869/ Who left so that the comforter would dwell within us Who opened the eyes of a blind man by making mud with the earth’s dustWho resurrected from the dead a man named Lazarus It was YeshuaWho spoke in parables Who spoke of one of his twelve being uncleanWho .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2812029/ Encased like amber, dreams filled with illusions mind shattered and enslaved in walls of seclusion. Breaking down shielded walls while gardening others up in a fast pace while the heart beats in a sea of corruption waiting for destruction to take its place. Heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2803256/ ITS MY BELIEF to have a faith in WHATEVER it is I BELIEVE in. IT’S MY BELIEF to have a HEART at PEACE when others speak PERVERSE words towards my BELIEFS out of RAGE and IDIOCY. IT’S MY BELIEF to BELIEVE that a man named JESUS was CRUCIFIED an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2802495/ Malice thoughts frozen in time paused physically standing still fighting desperatelyto live. Fighting tooth and nailfor that sweet taste of wickednessstill holding on to the dealings of life’s bitterness. Stuck in time anchored by hooks from demons of the past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2801795/ Our thoughts are as powerful as a cataclysmic force hitting the earth. 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Blood rapidly drips from his wounds into puddles up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2800739/ As God’s light shines upon my pineal gland I can decipher the world’s complexities as though they were small grains of sand. I can withstand the wiles of any devil, weather his means against me are physical or spiritual. Punched and stamped in my forehead is God’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2799958/ A song dedicated to Jesus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2779753/ A fictional story of betrayal it happens though http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2037332/ Poetry is forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2035813/ Decided to put on something outs been a while since I have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/2026776/ Like flesh woulds and scares with time all things can be healed, so they say. Then why do we die or cry sometimes from a broken heart of a loved one that's been killed? Take two broken wings with two equal seams and make them fly to a place of healing. But the physical and emotional .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1933541/ My poetry flows in a staggering type motion.  I guess you can say we call it poetry in motion.I get the emotions of my poetry’s flow, and then I c**k it. I then set fire to the stem and watch it blast off like a rocket.Entering space and all the dimensionalrealms in mind&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1167733/                                                                  ME I’m coming to you live, strictly from my own supernatura.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1166611/ My mind is gridlocked, as the traffic flow of my poetry stops.Sign says road out take a detour, which makes this road trip more obscured. Inconveniently the destination of my poetry’s path is now longer. Yet I feel that it’s a must to fulfill the desires and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1161722/ Nose running, head achingShe’s so mad her body’s shaking.Her eyes so red, many tears she shedShe’s a volcanic eruption about to cause mad destructionHer heart’s been broken now its hell to pay,so take this notion Her hearts been torn so prepare for hell&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1156387/ Shooting stars have no refuge, for they’re simply cast outs from the crisp clear nightly sky.These once were proud and illusively bright stars that twinkled beautifully in the mist of the big milky way.Like the Morse code these stars flicker lighted signals speaking down to us in their own spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1152494/ Poets…Some of the baddest beings known to this earthyet some say we’re cursed.Oh we’re cursed?Cursed to have the abilities to put words in motionbringing them to life on paper in verse.Hot like fire! We poets have the mentality to grab anyone&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1144813/ Does a mother ask herself what’s the consequences, when she takes a pillow and places it over her baby’s face taking the child’s last breath while the child sleeps. Then in the face of the public’s eye she falsely weeps.Then ask yourselfJust ask yourselfDoes a kid with high p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1141909/ This is a recognition of one’s own definition and admiration of others dedication of making a stand, even in their final hour showing strength and power or much ample power I should say. The ones who fell astray of the rules created by their self-proclaimedmasters leaving the mistreatment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1128811/ For I have come, I’ve come before thee as like a thief within the night while you hear the sounds of the loudest trumpets breaking the sound barrier sonic booming to the light.I’ve come to take back home my beloved, for those who loved, believed, and praised in thee leaving the callous a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1123523/ With time thus age mind and body sometimes collapses like the fall of the roman empire. While fires and kindled desires loose value in small quantities possibly sealing one’s own fate.So let us rationalize the notions of daily life’s living. There’s a good, wholesome, healthy sense.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1121567/ I am craftsman I am master of any weapon of choice, and my chosen weapon of today is blade of samurai.Blade so shiny, silky, smooth as suede for I find much much strength within this blade which can hit ones fleshand explode on impact like a grenade.In a choreographic motion I swing my blade upon th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1120276/  As I inhale I take a deepbreath and I smell the sweet smell of honey suckle that’s been baked from thewarmth of the sun, which leaves the air having a nice pleasant sugary smell. The warm sun reflects off themoisture on the flowers and trees looking as if they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1114643/ My mind frame is warped, as it tries to clinch itself to reality its twisted.While the scars put on my heart by wicked intuitions of past and present times with death I’ve kissed it.Death I’ve kissed, which guides me to make cuts and bruises by the hand or metal blades, while constantly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1113514/ I’m crashing from this high. As I fall from the sky I see angels basking on clouds,pick-nicking, waving to me happily saying good bye, then so I crash from this high.I see dragons that fly by in the sky yet they try to lend me a helping hand by throwing me a extra set of wings but they’r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1108627/ Lamb's blood healer life skin all racesour Christ and savior http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1107722/ Digging up the pastBeeps mark the spotTreasure find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1107317/ Your friends you have today could be your enemies of tomorrow, such sorrows of ones hate and rage that's created in a sense of ugliness. Hellbent not heavenly sent unjustified actions fueled by impulsive reactions of ones highs despised by their lows looking at the one who truly loves you as foe, fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1105023/ Through god's love and all his heavenly might,all things we receive from him as blessings in the end are all well worth the fight.He is life, he is love, and as you feel the darkness of satan trample upon your heart and start to takeaway the love.  Pray to him. That overwhelmingly powerful feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1103774/ Most of you artist out here thinking you’re 2pac.While you others walking around with your big guns cocked.With these so-called gangster figures bragging about who they’re killing,listening to studio artists talking about their rims that be spinning.Now we hearing the pioneers of hip hop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1103388/  Isn't it nice to know thatyou can walk outside,day or night.  Then look up in the sky, and know to the fact that your distance between can be 1 mile to a billion miles  away. That someone else is looking&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1101679/ Ignorance within Our Nation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1099638/ Rain itself lives just as we do as clouds are being formed its giving birth to a storm.Like life is created from theintercourse of a man and woman.It lives its life as it pours and falls down to the earth, as we live our lives walking and transporting ourselves on earth.It converses with the wind, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1098494/ Ten, we wont see this year again.Nine, open the bubbly I mean our best glasses of wine.Eight, everybody all around here and as well as the world are up late.Seven, I giving a blessing to our livingand our dead that past, as i ask God togive them a safe passage to heaven.Six, I give my resolution and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1098444/ I open the can from its top,trigger released at its best.While hearing its poetic fizz brew and bubble all over.So with this I take me a drink for my pleasure.Hmm, for this is a well madedrink I must say,from its beginning to it very end.A quality flow of liquid poetry at its best,leaving nobad afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1097867/ A kiss from over rose petalsmelts hearts in the milky twilight,as one's destiny crosses paths with next.Bringing all what's good to thefuture, and what's bad to its past.So to you my love, I say uponyou let us kiss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1097432/ death doesn't discriminate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1096335/ It's crazy how this world andthe human mind works,there's calm,nice,beautiful days,and dark, stormy, nasty nightsas it falls.As its kindhearted people whomean well all in good faith.There's others in the shadows all for the cause of hate.Everybody doesn't love you,andmean you well, this you mustreme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1096208/ I give a circumcision to thehead of my pencil.While it introduces itself tothe paper, and then they havefull intercourse.Flowing gently across the paper'spale body and beautiful blue lines,no curves at all just simply straightblue lines.Oh could this be love?Most certainly not love.For the paper sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1095686/ dreams, stars, skies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1094872/ Our hearts cry as we mourn in sadness.But death in its essence is its own formof madness.A thousand tissues wiping the leakageof our eye's issues cant ease the pathof pain that flows through our hearts any less. From a man, a man we loved dearly being laid to his rest. Go home, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1094370/ love has no distance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1093671/ I'm born again, straight from the lion's den.I'm back, and I'm black, and on the attack,like a vigilante on all of you who hurtand mistreat the less fortunatethrough lies and hateful acts.Don't you dare look down upon thee.For I look down upon you as I strikeyou with all things bad of life's mishaps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1093108/ To some time brings change.It brings spiritual growth and maturityas well as love,gain,andlife's loss.But to others their just stuck in the same fading place,simply loss in time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1092888/ Grasp your inspirational source, whatever this maybeand become  an exceptionable force.Grab a pen and paper and proceed to write.Pour some gasoline on your brain thenlight it and watch your inner geniusignite. Now go get it, for its right there in your grasp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1092553/ A man once said in song, he stated this is a man's world.This i agree, but no wait, wait, wait, audience let me statemy claim. For if it wasn't for the reproductive factory built within a woman, man couldn't exist.Oh yes man has to stick his key within the woman'skeyhole to unlock the gates of life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1092123/ What would you do for love? I ask myself. Love makes you dothe craziest things to yourself.          Roses are red, flesh turns purplelike the bruises made bythe fist and hand of a man or woman.Which calibrates the fact that the humanspecies is compl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardknox/1091605/