MY NAME IS KHULEKANI GABRIEL MWELI, I WAS BORN IN SOUTH AFRICA, FREE STATE PROVINCE IN A SMALL TOWN CALLED VIRGINIA.I WAS FIRST INTO MUSIC, I STARTED ANALYZING EVERY LINE OF EVERY SONG THAT I USED TO LISTEN ESPECIALLY THE RHYTHM AND BLUES GENRE, I FIND OUT THERE IS SOME POETRY IN IT...IT WAS MY WISH TO BE A SINGER BUT UNFORTUNATELY I DON'T HAVE THAT GOLDEN VOICE, SO I DECIDED TO START A CAREER IN ... more »
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KHULEKANI MWELI Poems
We were born blessed and innocent. We were GOD’s temple……I confess. We grew like nourishing trees. We were once sweet like honey made by bees.
Your Physics Of Love.
As your smile ignites on your face I feel electric shocks through my veins Your physics of love just struck my brain The funny part is that I don't even know your name.
A Coward Like Me
We lean on peace as we avoid conflicts. Where there is smoke there is fire. And Where there is fire there is flames. We learned that the hard way,
Alcohol Is Not An Addiction
Alcohol Abuse Is Not An Addiction Am so afraid of how you feel Listening to what you've said
A professional qualification of wickedness. The reason why good things bring sadness. A baptism certificate of Lucifer. Once it takes over, blood spill like water.
Hey my baby. I've tried to text you 'i love you' in bold letter, but my caps lock don't fuction. This is not an excuse, since an excuse executed my lying speech. Is not a complain, since a complain can't complete my complication.
She Loves Me.
She ain’t my lover. She ain’t my friend. She just wanna kick it with me. Damn! So do i? #sigh
Just So F**ken F***ked Up
Jst so f*n f*d UP i was born, they hated my f***en birth. But if i die, they gonna celebrate my f***en death.
They All Come In Numbers
they all come in numbers. just waiting in the dark, they hate summer. in this world we riding on, aint no lovers. all i see is abandon and aborted figures, aint no mothers.
We Are All Able To Love
Comments about KHULEKANI MWELI
We were born blessed and innocent.
We were GOD’s temple……I confess.
We grew like nourishing trees.
We were once sweet like honey made by bees.
NOT now! We are living in hell.
Our souls are possessed by these present evil world.
Our hearts carry anger like lions.
AND we began biting each other like pythons.
I thought we were raised by guardians who fears GOD.
They treated us like pots of gold.
Only to find out that everything was so fake.
OUR sins are deeper than that of a killer whale.
We still hooligans, we don’t give a damn.
We break every ...