http://slow.writerscafe.org/My%20Remains The original writings of author itai en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072676 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Self Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/2174592/ They were balancing on long wooden stilts reaching to walk amongst the stars counting and naming every single oneThey were conversing with dreams juggling the planets and moons manipulating Time and turning Later to Soon These men had secrets that revealed themselves&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1608204/ We are themessiah whose mind was stolen on the cross and used to create the devil inhuman form, now we have to free ourselves from his illusory world. Our existenceis informed by the chaos our ascension is stalled, in fact m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1453254/  Troubles do not fall from the skyThey dwell among menand whatever has lived shall die It is just the nature of thingsRains form in thecloudsFortunes fall and they riseAll in a singlelifetime-IRM  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1452540/ Its like falling from the sky and then falling asleep  only to wake up and realize that you really are falling  İt was not a bad dream.  The truth travels through  the different timelines and walks through wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1452006/ Rotten words  ooze out like pus from a festering wound We were all sitting quiet on the bus headed for the hood When that crazy m**********r stood up & started to shoot Now we are on the news. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1451565/ I know God didn't stop talkingsomewhere along the roadwe stopped walking but the waves are still openwe need to stop blocking universal transmission with our individual doubt.IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1444735/ An empty box of Dolce & Gabbanalight blue leaning on a E-Lite buttIndeed the corporations are teaming up to take the mind awayfrom the things that truly matterlike friends leaning on friendsgot each others backall them worldly things deterring us from faithThis is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1444732/ Man is the focus of a spiritual plan The trinity is like the sun, moon and the stars The mind is an implosion of thought Life shapes you once you step out of the box Will you stay true when you are called uponto break the chains that have impr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1444685/ Maturity and growththe first might happenthe second is an oathLongevity is growth i woke up with my headabove the water http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1444378/ I am at the outskirts of your heartbut you know i know my way home right? A kiss happens in the wink of an eye no man can prove the truth of his love his substance is his worthpeople look alike when viewed under the same light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1444377/ Words can hurt but silence more,if you are gonna leaveplease slam the door! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1443409/ It is time for a new kind of logic The era of powerful figures ispassing The last of the statues shall be erectedLike a dick in the middle of thecityF*****g the minds of futuregenerationsStruggling to find themselves inyesterdays confusion.  We are running .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1443161/ Birth is a process of letting go, even so in life, letting go of what we love is like re-birth except this time the labor pains are spiritual, we come out stronger than we were at first before we stumbled across change. Letting go cuts like a knife, every heartbreak is the first for those who yearn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440458/ Goodbye is in the heart not in the hands that wave that is just the start here comes the ocean and a wave we were standing at the shore building castles in the air. Tomorrow descends on you like a heavy beautiful, hammering on your head like a wretche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440452/ I disconnected from a part of myself when i was young but i need to reconcile it  with who i am now because that's how it should be. Though back at the time  i had to disconnect and learn how to live with it, which was virtually to live without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440450/ The one thing i ever did with him the most,  was take walks with my father. That is when i learnt  some of the good that i know. I realize now, he was protecting me from all harm. We live in a world of many corners, where you can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440442/ No need to use coersion or force in order to get things done. Power is the ability to make people believe that your idea is their own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440435/ The fish is a very  clever thing because if it wasn't then it would try to live on land. No one teaches it how to swim, it is hatched  and right way it makes a plan.IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440427/ I wonder what  the middle of a thought looks like. Does it have a shape, size, image or form  that comes to mind? Some things we can capture mid-sentence. Like, before the judge makes a decision, would he swallow his words,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440422/ You know the smell of your room when no one has slept in it for years? Old letters on the floor, photo's of your little brother, back when he was several months old Boxes of old poetry seeking attention. An old contract signed with a slimy b**.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440363/ Standing on a cloud looking down to earth as though remembering my birth I have learnt that something special is happening insideevery time that it hurts, it's a lesson whenyou meet the love inside you in another person, where questions answer themse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440305/ Looking at youi saw beyond my furthest, before loving this way i had only scratched thesurface.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440034/ Our love is stronglike wood that hasbeen around so long.Wood,with the kind of resistance that can save the world in an ark.We will survivethe storm.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440029/ Power can be snatched from a manbefore he even tastes it,Kinda like how Jacob stole his brothers blessings.-IRM  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440025/ Sometimes, if you do not wateryour plantsthey may not growstrong enough to withstand the rain.Sometimes,even love can stop burning like a flame,often times an old fireneeds the wind.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440021/ The life of a cloudis down below.The stars in your eyessparkle in your soul,love-making begins aboveand ends belowthere's a child up in the heavens, yet out of the wombit will crawl.-IRM  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440016/ God is so strong He can blow out the sun,but he sends over His son to die for our sons.He can erase the moonand turn Forever into SoonBut instead he gives me an extra day to be a better dude.--IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1440011/ looking at a television  in a living room from across your block, you realize your head is  on the chopping board. Now imagine yourself as a computer and the corporations through several government USB's are sucking your power. No, your head is a freeze.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1434429/ Realize that when you have nothing to lose, that is precisely when you have everything to lose. So you fight for the survival of your kind, but don't use your fist, use your mind, Always have a strategy for your life, but remember that a mind wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1417020/ There is a rented house inside every soul pay your rent ifyou hope to breathe open your mouth and just say it all before you get thrown back on the street.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1407289/ I remember when the streets Were watching our lives Through the traffic lights Like camera's mounted  In The House. Avocados picked us  From the ground And gave us health Through the mouth. Love was in the undying  Presence of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1406357/ Ants crawl from deep in the ground to reach the surface for a ball of rice.Many want to live but few will come forward to willingly die.Men of faith are ledby visions and signswalking through lifewhile kneeling to God.Finding beauty in their own scars they take ful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1406349/ Your future rests in your armslike an innocent child.And if the youth are hanging about outside bottle storesand pubs,so is their future.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1403184/ I died in London, buried in the strange streets, the belly of the beast. Forgotten days I lived in this bitter cold casket, half forgetting myself as I slumbered away deeper into my sorrow.A black snow flake fluttering in the old cold wind, what dreamy days in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1403169/ Love is a house and a house is the stones that you lay on it.-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402723/ God can just pull you out of a crowd,out of your juvenile yearsHe can pull you in and out of loveyet, you are always in his heartno matter what.Awesome God-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402719/ Only Love can silence the demons within and grant that inner child its freedom.Because a child is like a coinon the table and when society flips itan angry face could stareat the ceilingand the hate that it's taughtcan bring down the whole building.Then What?-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402712/ The enemy thought he was destroying me,but unknown to himthe more he persecuted me the more he aroused God's interest in me.And when God turns to look upon us automatically we win!-IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402707/ I could feel the spring inside i swear something was focusing on making a change. In the seasons it found its reason for existence, inside a heart that met itself on the street and found joy in a smile.  Like the day we watched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402485/ In this world of aggressionit is not other people that we need to fight.Rather, it is our own feelings towards themthat we must get rid of if they ain't right. -IRM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1402448/ The days of our lives Are few and sweetThey pass us by likecars on the streetAnd life without love Is like a watch without a wristWaiting in thejewellery store to be pickedIt's like a bonewaiting to be licked by a dogA winding road waiting to be cleared of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401536/ This is where we liveMy stream flows to set me freeThe mountain and the horizonThe young laughter in the summer's noonThe singing birds in the treesThe soft breeze and falling leavesBeneath the sunshine,Blanketed in peace we savourThe peanut sandwichesTowards December;The passing time in anxiou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401522/ Be like the still waters in tune with the grass itself,In tune with creatures of the land in tune with the stars of the night.Be still.If you believe your eyes, then you believe your lies,Your illusion is Real.This moment comes down to you and you alone.Just take a look around an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401492/ Once you slip away and lose your grip on lifeYou will lose Her and all the possibilitiesThat lay at her feet,All the dreams will become lost to youAnd you will gnash your teeth in the agony of Regret.Yet you ran away, pushed Her awayForgot her name and lived in miseryThen the City of Life closed its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401490/ Life is like a wandering stream and it makes you wonder “how did I get here?” Did I wake up from a deep sleep or did I wake up into a dream? The harder I try to keep still the more I wander off seeking out all the moments in my life that left me with unanswered questions. I woke up in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401488/ Living life slow-motion like the ocean beneath a soft breeze. I spent time thinking it was time i got a hold on life and grasped its meaning, yet if i did, what would be the point? I have sought to gratify myself over and over again, a seeker of joy, happiness, orgasms of laughter stretching halfway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401485/ The real universe is not in spaceIt is not in the planets or the starsThe universe is all in the mind.It is a deep awareness of oneselfbeyond distance and timeBeyond reason and rhyme Beyond treason and trialBeyond silence and shouts.The universe is in the bodyflowing in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401482/ The Time of Kings was a time when leaders were chosen by Godand despite their flaws it was all in the blood.In Africa, we have mostly lost our lineageswe do not have kings anymore, we have puppets,the true kings were deposed by colonialism,a system which denied our existence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401480/ If you wish to seegood things happening in your lifethen you gotta learn to dream bigby focusing on the now. The faith of a mountaincan grow a mustard seedtell me who plantedall of these treeswho made my spiritwho rules these forests silently?Who fills the skywith stars all night?I see all his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Remains/1401477/