The Spoken Word With Fofo

Spaced in your Space Allow me to confine my being to your very delightful self,I might come off as short with words like an elf,but if I do stutter please let this sedition of words truly explain what Fofo's about,i've had my fair share of doubts,but never in my wildest dream did i ever begin to dream such a barren dream,it gives birth to no joy,its pain lingers through self like a guillottine effect,sickle through my arteries,cut me deep im your victim... Blame me not for i haved loved the love that loves you lovingly my loveliest princess,was i wrong to have ever came to love the love that loved you with this very love that rest in my love-nest?question looms through spaces like i have been lovically abused by the thought of love that only loved itself lovingly,i was abused...Am I next???

Love From Afar Seeing you love him really destroys my very self, knowing i could love you way better than he could ever imagine,,,its like a guillottine just went through my very neck and my heart came shorter than a lost elf, I love you with every fibre that is of me, He could never amount nor surpass the feelings that i would literally pour from my heart's flow, you belong in my space,rather than that of his that confines the beauty that you so blatantly possess, He doesn't know how to love you right,the only love he has ever shown was pulps of bruises on your face, well i'd do my utmost best and love you rightly right with my might to a point where grimace is a mockery to forbidden smiles on your face, You are truly a force of gorgeousness to be reckoned with, But what do beasts know about such? They know absolutely nothing except to rejoice when your face tilt like a rose, i on the other hand i'll water your garden so that your world can bloom with nothi...

A Letter To Self Dear Me I see you have worked tirelessly to see your dreams meet reach,,, But each time you put your foot in a field of harvest your reaps seems so bleak,,, Yes you possess a very rare gift,,, But what becomes of a gift if it falls on deaf ears?? You are yet to see your sparkle but like whisky you need to mature with years,,, Perhaps you have just planted seeds in an unfertile soil,,, It burns like magma that has reached its boil,,, But knowing self i wont give in,i'll keep fight to write my writes with every might in my being,,, I am art and art is me its the air i seldom find self breathin,i might meet many losses but whats a few setbacks if i have bagged so many winnings? I am force to be reckoned with and my penability oozes inks that never dry out,,, You dont know me yet but you have the culpable audacity to utter what im about? Well Fofo is an avalanche of talent,,, A song that wakens dead rhythms so that your happy feet can dance,,, This is no ma...

The Skyline As i gaze at the Skyline I catch a glimpse of nature's beauty, Its brag washes upon my face like a fountain falling, Oozes ultra-violets that vanish through clouds like a healer who scolded his calling, God's natural wallpaper standing against skies walling, Such utter grace needs to be captured with mastered artistry, delight in its delicacy like a contest of food critics at a culinary, It slowly melts down as I watch away, A beautiful sight of the sun-ray, I could foverer image its gorgeousness in my memory loft,brisk with a bit of sandy shades and flickering clouds so soft, The Skyline

Rib of my Ribs 😍😍😍 Lend me your ears so I can speak of a Queen, One who quenches the thirst of dry faces with her grim, Im talking about beauty that surpasses that of a day in the brink of dawn, One that serenades melodies of a beautiful chord, Im talking sweet melanin glow of an African Princess,our very own African Cinderella,The brave Pocahantas who oozes triumph from every bit of her fibre,the sweetness that lingers through her lips that mocks the very honey in the hive, Im talking about a woman with eyes that glows way brighter than a sight of a big bang, One who sends shivers through my feet like an athlete who just ran,such beauty the world was never ever ready to comprehend

The Guillotine Effect Pants dont fit,these emotions aren't tailor made nor a cut above the rest, Been cracking my mind like a two year old trying to figure a rubics,what law is this if one cant do it on both sides.physics?perhaps mathematics? But regardless i resort to pen my thoughts and my tears bleeds through notepads, Feels like its that time of the month and the tissue wipes have become bloody like diaper pads, Im buried six feet under with thoughts flactuating through space that i cant make sense of sense, questions of self,loom through my mind asking when did Tshwarelo become such an ass?im not talking about a donkey but an ass in literal sense, I hope in time you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for them things i should've put to practice, Afterall im only human and one has never lived until they make a mistake, a lot is at stake,but let it not be the love that you have for me to part-take... Im sorry for ever being a deliquent and selfish of my sl...

Momentarily Tomorrow brings no guarantees so allow me to excersize my right to affectionately be in your presence this very morrow, Please do away with getting this as falsified,yes its okay to make future plans but living in this moment makes more sense than a promised tomorrow, That is of no gurantee to mere mortals like us,i could literally wake up the next with a jinxed gps,in a different place,space and time would i ask telepathy to have to borrow?me what i once lost because i was happily preparing for tommorrow? No let me be in this moment,experience you fully so i could rid me of what could become sorrow... I love you now and thats unshakeable like a bond of raw sex,tomorrow isn't promised but if it comes i'll still be here to love you like today never left...i hope this in time will make perfect sense!!!