http://slow.writerscafe.org/OluDumare The original writings of author Olu Dumare en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775988907 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your scented missiveenchanting the mysticwho amidst the mistof your pensive admissionsadmits admissiverestricting conditionsher lack of repentance created a cynicbut your test resistant,blessed conditionsmy pessimistic exorcism‘cause fear is either a mechanismof defenseor a demon that infects .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2124004/ Have you ever tried to wake someoneFrom a deep sleep?It’s not a pretty sightGrumpy frowns as the sun raysPenetrate their eyelidsDisrupted dreams of fantasyAbruptly merge into the tragedies of realitySometimes not even the lights enoughTo shake off the slumberA shot of caffeineThen anotherAnd a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2124003/ My poetry’s not always a sign of the timesBut of times when the signs were hard to defineThough emotion sometimes I find is a crimeI contrive a few lines of a time sublimeOr describe and define a time of demiseFrom the rot I rise, it’s the lives of fliesI just try a design and find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2124002/ They’re all parts of the beastMy torn flesh dangles from his teethThe meatThe feastThe hearts he eatsHis toothpick’s the splintersFrom Cupid’s arrowsHe crushes the bonesThen chews the marrowSpits it on his mountain of hopeless romanticsAnd forlorn poets with hopeless semantics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2124001/ An excerpt from new book "Gifted" coming soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2123548/ "Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor."-James BaldwinThese are very true words yet more than often it is because the heart and mind are impoverished, the body simply reflects this inner state. The soul that sees, is never in poverty and the fluxua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120709/ Indeed, ambition is dangerous for the man of sincereity. A pure heart and soul and a sound mind not blinded by illusion - these two organs in theses pristine states, prevent the man of simplicity and purity from ever falling in love with the world of self-glorification and ego-worshipping. One has t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120705/ Utilizing the allures of transient materials to attract the affection of others will ultimately lead to failure.  There will come a time when your soul will long for the affection being recieved by your wealth and amenities. The devotion of one's devotees will wane if however, one discards the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120703/ Expression is everything. The vibrations in your voice and the sounds they produce. This is what people respond to. This is what people "feel" - nevermind what they hear. A person could listen to a song with the worst content but if the Vibez (Vibrations) are upbeat and uplifting, if the melody and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120701/ A short story about spiritual dichotomies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120515/ A river’s too shallow to relateTo the depths of an oceanMy love was like a seaShe drownedAt least I taught her to swim goodAnd the benefits of breath controlHe’ll benefit from my instructionAll teachers hateTo see their star pupils goBut go she must.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120509/ The heart is not a boneit can’t be broken or crushednor shattered for that matterso the matter is the mattercannot calcify or ossifycan’t stop itself from healingso in turn cannot stop itselffrom feeling what it’s feeling…heartache is a pain w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120508/ A short story that juxtaposes the game of chess and the game of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120507/ My subconscious gaze A nebulous haze In a world where the strange Is not so strange Where the sane is deranged The insane is not crazed And it’s not until you awake That you realize it’s fake The clouds of dream worlds, Fade and evaporate And you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120506/ The Prologue Asalways, her erotic fantasy was slowly making its transcendence from thought toreality, from imagining to...            “Oh God...” Elaine thought in a semi state of panic.   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OluDumare/2120504/