Can I take about 60 seconds to
tell you how amazing you really are?
Would you mind?
Well you see..
It's not that simple,
But today,
my job was easy...
because well,
here you are.
And so here is my entry for today:
You may not realize this,
but you are a walking masterpiece.
As this speaks of you,
my love,
my heart,
my strength,
my passion,
my soul,
my equal,
my best friend,
my soulmate,
my challenge,
my everything.
You are a living,
breathing structure built of
206 interlocked bones.
640 interwoven muscles.
And 95 billion neurons,
all shooting energy
and messages endlessly to each other,
every moment of the day.
On top of all that,
You breathe 20,000 times per day.
You blink your eyelids 28,000 times per day.
And your heart beats 115,200 times per day.
All without even thinking about it!
Isn't that amazing? :-)
Plus, aside from being a walking masterpiece of science -
You are beautifully,
fearfully,
excellently,
gloriously made.
You are one of the most Generous, Thoughtful, and Kind person I know.
So, first of all, I just want to say,
THANK YOU FOR BEING AWESOME.
May your day be filled with all that is beautiful and divine.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I saw you in a dream last night.
You were standing at
the edge of the ocean.
You were alone,
but it seemed like
you were waiting for
someone special to
join you in just a moment.
Your back was straight,
you were radiant with good health.
And there was this sense of purpose,
and just being perfectly
at home with who you were
and where you were going in life, that..
Well, it made you glow.
I also couldn't help but
notice that what you
were wearing (which seemed new)
looked really good on you.
Anyway -
Not to go on forever.
But it was really striking.
In the dream,
I asked what had happened
to make all this happen
for you in such a short time.
The answer came instantly,
flashing into the air overhead
like a movie in the sky.
Love, just love!!
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the framework
of my writing,
Inside my poetry,
words came out,
painting the parchment
with influx of indelible
words of living,
my heart speaks,
my fear speaks,
emotions speak,
and my soul speaks that which
the spirit utters,
my struggles are seen
through the window of the mind
that my heart opened.
My consciousness translates
the sacred words which
the God of my heart revealed.
The hand arranged into words
those things that are seen by the eyes.
Formed into words are impressions
the ears constantly gathers.
Words are powerful,
they are divinely coded symbols.
Mysteries are hidden in words
that are formed in the mind
and uttered by the mouth.
Words carries within it the seed
of the moment to sprout tomorrow.
There are treasury of thoughts within man.
Take heed of the words that comes out
of you for the tongue is a weapon that
can pierce the heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Today I come out from under
the rock where I am hiding
for safety of the stray bullets of
self-made enemies even though
there is no war
but battle is going on.
This sacred rock,
so to speak,
has kept many safe,
the hush hush whispers,
the I don't know attitude,
the quite way of going around
as if nothing is happening,
but fully aware of danger
lurking in the dark,
like the volcano waiting to erupt.
The strangers took the advantage
of our nonchalant weakness,
amassed weapons of destruction,
building strategies under our very nose.
We smell the flowers but
deaf and dumb to its poison.
Today I urge you to leave
your comfort zone behind.
I'm surprised at what I saw at a glimpse.
The strangers living amongst us
Unwittingly sneaked so close
and has mischievously
laid a trap in our backyard,
planning our demise at a trumps call
while we buy, sell,dine and dance.
This is a wake up call from your slumber.
Come out of your comfort zones,
out of under the rock where you hide.
Awake now my beloved people.
Arise and defend yourselves
from this impending danger,
or you will have nothing to wake up to.
Save yourselves from thunderstorms,
your culture and tradition,
Secure your generation,
protect your children.
Arise now and live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

My heart,
a place of solitude,
my place of worship,
a place of pleasure,
place of leisure,
treasure of love,
where God resides,
my happy place,
hidden within.
At this sanctuary,
not all is allowed to enter,
only the admitted few,
selective admittance is permitted.
The world,
my whole life,
my struggles,
my joy,
pains of my inner fear is experienced here.
The beauty of man is carried there,
like the moon with its two sides,
the ugliness of the dark side
of man is hidden there.
This heart of man,
who can know it?
With its complicated complexities,
the heart of man is carried with dignity,
full of grace, vigour and beauty,
though mixed with greed,
there is also a taste of
emotions of hate,
and unimaginable unfathomable
touch of wickedness.
It requires the alchemical fire of the divine light to purify it so that man can be metamorphosed into a demigod,
become that sun of righteousness,
where the true love abound.
Strive to reconfigure your heart,
make it a grandeur irreproachable portal where innumerable company of angels dwells.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I have a life of power
and incessant activity,
taciturn dispositions,
good morals,
pure even to austerity.
The imagination,
of a rich,
creative character,
I'm in love also with
the fantastic,
with a great aptitude
for assimilation.
Born on a friday,
the twentieth day
of the seventh month
of the calendar year,
of nineteen hundred and fifty-six,
the year of the monkey,
an erratic genius,
of the fourth sign of the zodiac.
My changing mood
are due to excessive
impressionability
and sensitiveness from
the moon who has its
throne at my birth constellation.
Vicissitudes and worries
of mine are many,
some are of mysterious nature,
but at the hour of my
most desperate crisis,
unexpected assistance always
come up providentially.
I am mysteriously secured,
and so grateful for this glorious
life I'm called to live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The magic of once upon a time
has gone out of the garden of which
man was made to tend and to keep.
The mysteries in our world meant
to lead man to the miraculous
disappeared by the hate filled life
of our heartless way of living.
Our way of life are so full of greed,
that man become so empty,
for we pursue the mundane things
outside the glorious treasures
hidden within our consciousness.
Driven by the unreasonable
frivolous emptiness of a
quick silver lifestyle of the lost ones,
many have wandered away
from the castle of the valued
and treasured precious mysteries of
creation hidden within the heart of man.
Man can always return to the exulted glory,
for the paradise is not completely lost.
As simple as it is,
all that is required is to love one another,
and that magic lost will gradually come back.
The glorious heart of the exulted man,
the intelligence of the mind of man knows,
and understands this truth.
He only needs to step into the place that centers him within to fully enjoy
the joyful tenderness of an exulted being.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.