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Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
If my words
resonates with you,
take it,
but if not,
please just pass,
no offense.
We may not
stand at same
platform of
understanding.
It definitely
appears apparently
like a sore thumb,
we are not
seeing eye to eye
because maybe,
you are taller.
As the lion killed
the lamb for
a meal doesn't mean
it dislikes the lamb.
It's actually a
liking for a
choice meal
in proper response
to natural order.
Your dislikes are
in line with
where you are at,
in consciousness.
Some day you'll
evolve to maturity.
No offense.
With enlightenment
you unfold slowly like
the rose flower.
It shall be
the morning of
your life.
Like the sun
at dawn,
you shall radiate
with grace,
assured of your stance,
with no offense.
2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
Hush now and
be quiet,
your voice distracts
the calmness of
the heart.
Keep still at
this present moment,
the sound of
your shuffling feet
disturbs the silence.
With awe and humility,
humble yourselves
before your self.
Be silent,
speak only with
your heart,
Angels are listening,
even to your breathe.
Pause for a moment,
so you can
hear the whisperings and
unspeakable utterances
from other spheres.
Lift up your heart,
and let your soul
be immersed in
bliss unknown.
You will be
amazed and perplexed
at the impact
of the spectacular
and force
on your own spirit.
Be ever mindful
of whatever you
do at this moment
for the beauty
of the divine
will manifest itself.
Everything dies,
to sprout again
in the brightness
of his glory.
By reason of sin,
all filthiness of
body and mind
is purified
and the heart
restored to glory.
Don't come too
close with an
impure heart,
peradventure you
are but defiled and
touched by the
impurities of our
down world.
But never mind,
the brightness of
their glorious presence
will purify you.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
I am the
true alchemist.
I'm back again,
resurrected
from the dead.
I died but still
not dead to
this down world.
Reborn again,
transmogrified and
regenerated,
renewed recreated
into something
never existed before,
alive and well.
For everything dies
to sprout again.
I have woven
the web of
mortals into
immortality.
Immersed in the
water of life,
raised by the
elixir of the gods.
I am the
solution to mankind.
Like the drops
of sulphur and
salt into the
alchemists cauldron,
changed occurred,
transforming its liquid
into beautiful solid pearls.
So I turned my pain
into something
truly beautiful.
My sorrows became
my gain.
My worries turned
into true gem.
My troubles is
now my bread.
All grossness and impurities
turned into gold.
Impossibility configured and
nurtured to possibilities.
My sadness became
the true essence
of my being.
I am delighted
for who I've truly
turned out to become.
Look at me now,
the man of dust
now becomes the
diamond and priceless.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
It is not
every word uttered
neither is it everyone
that I want
to answer verbally.
Most times words
are unnecessary.
The times for words
are ending and
my silence will
speak now.
Sometimes my silence
speaks louder with
a deafening tone.
As my heart
always speaks in
silence to those
who want to hear
my vocal thoughts,
the voice becomes mute
but my mind
shouts out my thoughts
while my tongue
is ******* to my palate.
You can still
hear my voice
if you really listen.
As my silence
impressively imprint
it's signature to
your psyche.
Your being will
always know my intent.
You may not
be so sure
but your inside knows
what is in
the mind of the spirit.
But i speak
as only my
silence invoked.
Be still if
you want to
hear it.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
The problem of
my skin colour
has become the
problem generally.
The politics of
my skin colour has
really eaten dangerously
deep inside their heart.
A whiplash against
my chocolate skin is
really humiliating.
They say I'm black
but no,
I'm chocolate.
It haunts them
in their night.
The white against
chocolate and
chocolate against white.
Anarchy has set in
at their backyard.
It made me
become a mark
eligible for elimination.
They can't even
really decimate me,
their touch is
like the sweetness
of the scratch
of an itch.
Everywhere i go
there's trouble because
of my skin colour.
They can't wipe
the color off
my skin,
it is of royalty
and the stamp
of the immortals.
They say I'm
the ***** one
from the dark world.
But why am i
the favourite of
the gods.
I can't hide
from my skin colour,
even nature favoured me
because that's what
and who I am.
I felt like
I'm not worthy
of my being
but life pulsates
within me.
There is so
much segregation
that didn't make
sense to me.
But they still
hang around me.  
I didn't understand it,
that's why
i walked away
from their home
without nothing.
Yet they claimed
to seek me.
The called me
an illegal alien.
Yet they illegally
enslave me.
I lost my
sense of self.
My inside know
I'm not lost.
My skin colour has
become a problem
for them.
But they can't
do without me.
If you take away
my skin color,
what is wrong with me.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
Watch your words
so you  don't
hurt ones you love.
Speak gently and
softly as only
the heart where
God dwells can utter.
As an exalted being,
speak with love,
not the craftiness
of a deluded
cunning mind.
Words of deception
is like cancer,
it spreads.
Do not use
high handed words
to confuse the mind,
speak as simply plainly
as it is.
Because all of
your heavy words
weary the heart
to stupor.
If whatsoever you
want to say
is not better
than silence,
one should keep quiet.
The words that
just left your mouth
to the ones you
claimed to love
reveals the hidden intents
of the heart
where your spirit dwells.
Check and filter
your words
before you let
them go on
an errand of
peace or destruction.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme Jul 2019
Henceforth may you
find favor with men
and the gods.
May the road
before you open
to fulfill your secret
desired dream and destiny.
May your destination
hasten towards you.
May the valley
lift its head
to become a pass
over a difficult
path for you.
Even the mountains
will level up
so it becomes
easier to cross.
The desert will
become habitable and
supply your needs.
The heavens will
open the door
to the
source of bounty.
Even the earth
shall ***** out all
confisticated possessions
belonging to you.
The wind shall
blow away hardships
and clear the
way for you.
The rainfall shall
indeed wash away
all filthiness and
restore your former
glory.
You shall never
be thirsty or
hungry ever again.
Laughter shall fill
your mouth and
you will sing
a new song.
There is such
a beautiful place
between the mountains
and the rivers
that is suitable
for all the lovers.
May it bring
solace and comfort you.
May its fruits
nurture you and
heal you.
Your household
shall be the
abode of the
Angels.
All beings shall
bear witness that
you are indeed the  
beloved of God.
Shalom.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.
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