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Sharing is Caring...It is not limited to Women... Even you Human Man can come And much better if you bring along someone...
17/10/2025

Sharing is Caring...

It is not limited to Women... Even you Human Man can come And much better if you bring along someone else....

Danko

Don't say we don't tell you when nice things Di thella .... Tomorrow will be worded up...Where you at, cz wherever you w...
24/07/2025

Don't say we don't tell you when nice things Di thella .... Tomorrow will be worded up...

Where you at, cz wherever you will be at will be wack cz everyone will be at the W**d Lovers Market for Fact....

Flo Mokale Thabo Flo Mokale

WordUp Sessions: A Night of Spoken Truths Join us for an intimate evening of poetic expression, curated by Sabelo Soko. This edition features powerful performances by a dynamic lineup of voices—Zama Madinana, Torsten Clear Rybka, Miss Lee, and Tshepo Moleffe each bringing their own unique cadence.

24/07/2025

PRETENCE LOVE OF A FAILED FATHER

They Say He Pretends to love and Care for Her,
Because He can't tend and take Care of Her

She is a brittle Night Butterfly inside his Clenched Fist, Pretending to protect Her from the Sun...

Love is just a blemish on his lips
........

He seems to soar low in the midst of a mist
solo weighed with sorrow
hollow Hobo, holding onto a Halo with holes
Swollen from swallowing 'I Swears...'
A Sorry as***le on a whole.
So sore seeing so much silent suffering surfacing she had to ignore and he Acted as if he never saw.
Staying strong is skating on spinning Saws,
'So Sorry' is spoken salt to sores Raw as Gore,
Sadly said and sat on ear's door so they can easily ignore.
Floored from flaws,
War torn, foaming and fumbling from the Core
An incomplete caricature claiming Care but can't comment on what Her core meant
A Dead Dad
Dirt dragged on Door mats
Dormant man drained out every Moment
Half a heart holding onto Honour as an ornament
Takes Talking as tortured tours
Didn't try
Though Died Tired,
Tongue tied,Tormented then tossed to the deep end
Friend depended
Often offended
Frequently finds extra Friendliness to extend in Pretence
Hence the presence of piles of smiles for miles as a fence of Defence
But can't even evade being available, devalued with various forms of violence
He rushes to thrust his trust and love with lack of Evidence
He has No sense to sense nonsense, nor notice the unseen that dares to dance without reason
And Ever since then, his unrest has risen
And Even sin seems to be in season
And It God's long gone before sounding the song of the gong.
And suddenly So much has gone wrong...
Such as missing so much and he misses Her so much.
Then he loses touch the tighter he tries to clutch.
He tries to play his part,
But comes apart,
parting with every part of his heart,
Quietly he acquires the awkward skill of standing still,
and creates Art from being stuck at the start.
A kinda of Kindling killed by the dampness of its kindness.
killing over with too much time to kill,
A has binned 'has been' husk Happily hopping hula hoops, Hoping to find the pill to Heal and Feel,
a frail failed father filled with fear found from bills,
At the end and in Hell with a head held high, heading uphill, arched with an arching Achilles Heel,
Trailing across treks without maps and through traps, faking thrills, trying not to reveal the ills of keeping it real...

TBC
Flo

17/07/2025

Without doubt and Fear, You feel as if, even if you Were Bambi you still wouldn't be Dear.
It's clear that your storms will never Clear
And When you violently tare you volenteer tears.
Our Father is too far to hear
Your Father flew further to get near
All you gather is flocks of promises without feathers...'to be here...'

17/07/2025

It's so unfair
To choose Bread or braiding your hair
School Shoes or Holidays going nowhere...

17/07/2025

...I know it's so sad
So many of your wishes go unsaid
Even as you bled
your pain goes unheard
Still you go ahead, not led
Living Your childhood in your head...

17/07/2025

By now you've realised
Rather than hearing his lies
It'd be nice, Hearing ...
'Here he lies...'
Yeah! He tries...
that you can't deny
All He does is try, lie and apologize...

17/07/2025

They might claim that I claim to love you when I merely pretend...I might lack the evidence to defend, but you still don't doubt me even at your weakest end...
🌙thanks🌙

Words-High Society-Khekhe there at the W**d Lovers Market...ots all love
20/12/2024

Words-High Society-Khekhe there at the W**d Lovers Market...ots all love

Tomorrow we inspire some little Sparks to inferno...Tsakane retlo ntsha nkane
22/11/2024

Tomorrow we inspire some little Sparks to inferno...
Tsakane retlo ntsha nkane

22/11/2024

Bhodlela and Zulu... A loooong time ago...

If you cant hear...listen with your feels....tltltltl...

Makhafula Vilakazi Poetry remember this day.

Where you at ?Tonight we are playing with words and thats wassup... !!!
25/10/2024

Where you at ?
Tonight we are playing with words and thats wassup...








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