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Emeka Mokeme Jan 2018
I want to get out of here
To where I can be at peace
How do I get there though
I really don't know
But unicorn ride will take me there
Where am l going really
I do not know actually
But I know i want out of this place
Ahaaa!!! See my unicorn ride coming with the elf's.
Am carried away majestically as if am dreaming
Paradise is no longer lost,
I found it within.
Come let's take a ride to Eldorado.
Another place, another time.
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Emeka Mokeme Jan 2018
Don't raise me up
to make me what I'm not,
I can not stand it.
Bring me down to my level
so they won't see my nakedness.
I am on a different League,
called for this lonely path
you will never understand it
A path trodden only by the very few
I choose to follow.
Only the chosen follow it.
The wise follow it,
though it be lonely.
The weak and weary
cannot walk that path.
It is meant for only the courageous.
The ancient sages walked it
Our ancestors walked it.
There is a divine price tag
for anyone who wants
to follow the path.
Don't ask me to follow
your dreams for me,
it is only a dream.
Or follow your direction
to the unknown path,
you seldom knows the way.
I choose a different pathway,
For I hear a different
drummer from within,
Calling out to me.
I go the way of the ancients,
i will honor the call
and follow the inner path
for the strong pull of the
almighty draws me forth.
Yes,this path leads to the mountain top.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jan 2018
This world is not what it seems
It blessed some
And cursed some
Some inherited curse
and blessings,
Some extremely happy
Some are not
Some wealthy
While some are so poor.
Most are poor not by choice,
They were nudged out
by circumstances.
Some have abundance
but can't take advantage
or benefit from it.
Some have riches endowed
within their families
But it's of no use to them
For it left their abode to another.
And men wonder how this is possible
And think in their unenlightened heart
how all this can be,
without understanding
the inner principle of things.
One can deduced from
their understanding,
how dark their minds are.
But to him who has mercy
from the almighty,
such a one is graced with
the ability to obtain wealth and riches
for he is favoured,
All nature bow to him,
He does not struggle like his peers,
But then,long life eludes him,
for he cannot eat that
which he had gathered.
Unlike those in the down world,
though so poor but longevity
is bestowed upon them.
Haaa,what do you think of those so sick,
crippled, blind, bedridden and disfigured
But grace is giving them to excel,
their mind is brazenly active.
I knew such a one who is a good giver
but in so much pain all the time.
Don't underestimate the power of the almighty.
He is gracious and full of mercy.
A respecter of no one.
He is the one who distributes
according to the way He deemed fit.
He is the great I am,
The One who knows,
Because He molded you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jan 2018
So far away are you.
How can i ever get to you
when my heart is weary
from searching in the
darkest corner for you.
Even the brightness of
the firmament could not
reveal your hiding place.
Open your heart
so i can know it.
I want to know it.
Though it is deep,
unfathomable,
unfamiliar,
and unspeakably confusing.
I will die trying to
know and understand it.
Know that however hardened
your heart seems to be,
the fire of love from
my heart will melt it.
Look deeply into my eyes,
you'll see the reflection of
my yearning soul calling out to you.
Hold my hand let's walk together
for destiny is calling.
I'm the only one who
knows your heart.
You knew that i know.
What is keeping you.
What is holding you back.
This fear will overwhelm you.
This thoughts of the unknown
will destroy your faith.
Allow me now to give to you
that strength lovers use against
any forces that threatens their happiness.
Let's not mind if we reach the shore or not.
Come beloved, destiny calls.
©2017,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jan 2018
Today i feel like an outcast,
that's how you made me feel.
I bare my heart out to you,
but you treated me without respect,
wounding my very fragile soul.
I can't raise my head to look at you.
For the shame i feel
engulfed and consume me.
You rejected my love
because of my past.
Broken into pieces
i bend to pick up what's left.
Am i a damaged good
that has no value?
Am i not worthy to be by your side?
I am now haunted by my past.
We are both guilty
of same accusations.
The difference is that i beared fruit
and you didn't.
You were aloof and a wanderer.
Though not all wanderers are lost.
You built a self-made
prison wall around yourself.
As if you are untouchable.
You fear what you want,
at same time want what you fear.
Who now shall deliver us from this pain.
We need each other to survive.
Come forward and surrender.
I want to conquer you.
©2017,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.
  Dec 2017 Emeka Mokeme
Traveler
Somewhere
In a twisted
Loop of time
  Separate from yesterday
We were left behind
Popping in
Mostly out
Of sight and mind
A whispering shout
Echoing rhymes
Mere memories
Imprinted strong
Desperation thrives
In the early dawn

When real were things
Larger than soul
Mightier where misfits
Dared to roll
To bitter end
And back again
Inside of cave
Where meaning descend
In darker places
We all have been

And so we put
Our two cents in...
Traveler Tim
Emeka Mokeme Oct 2017
Look now into the faces of your own people, see reflected there are the same feeling, fear and anxiety of that experience by other  people.
These other people are just the extension of you.
You are not the only one affected by this hardship.
You are not the only one in pain.
You are not the only one who wakes up without knowing where the next food will come from.
This unnecessary harrowing experience unleashed on our people by the very few is becoming unbearable.
The pain inflicted is equal to one walking in the desert under the scourge of the hot sun not knowing his bearing and how to get to his destination.
You can never ever begin to imagine or describe the horror the mind would paint under such condition.
All they ever want like the bird near the river is to wet their peak
and to have crumbs of the bread that falls at their masters table.
A clothe to cover their nakedness.
A hut to protect them from the wild beasts.
As simple as their lives are,
they never needed much from the elites but just to get by.
Give them the simple things of life I beg of you.
Men have given up hope and died,
leaving the young children uncared for,women made widows by untimely death of their men.
I urge you to do something and remedy their situation now, I mean now.
They will rebel and revolt against you,
Or you won't see anyone to govern.
Oh I know,you will **** them
out of your pride as usual,
that is always your way.
But never,mind some will survive,they always do.
©2017,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.
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