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.

He didn’t know
what it meant
to be a
son until he
became a father
of a son
who doesn't know
how to be
a true son.
A son who
acts like a
stranger in his
own home and
not comfortable
in his own skin.
Prodigal son
regrettably.
Prideful and
stubbornness are
wrapped up in him.
Messed up with
drugs and alcohol
and women.
A thief and
a bisexual young
man so lost
in the wildernesses
of life.
Without help he
will be consumed.
An only son.
Always away
from home,
a hobo seeking
for something
he doesn't know
or understand.
He doesn't even
know that
the sun has
set for him.
Said he didn't
want to inherit
the ignorance
of the father,
because he doesn't
want to follow
a decent path
to earn a living.
Doesn't want to
be counselled
or educated in
the rudiments of life.
He seems to
forget that
a man cannot
have a son
before his father.
He wished the
son is smart
enough to see
how dumb he is.
Still loves him
so very much
but it breaks
his heart to
see what the
son is doing
to himself.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Whatsoever you
allow is allowed.
What you watch
and hear takes
preeminence in
your mind and
pattern itself in
your daily acts.
Take care,
put a leash
on your thoughts.
Whatever you
allowed inside
controls you.
See not that
which distorts
your inner vision.
It will mar
and mess with
your mind.
whatsoever enters
the estate of
your mind
takes a seat.
While dining
with you
binds it with
fetters so strong,
you may never
escape from
it's grip,
for the soul
becomes dyed with
the color of
it's thoughts.
Whosoever brings in
the ant infested
firewood invites
lizards for a feast.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I hide in the
subtlness of nature.
I laid down
in the bliss
of his love.
In there i
found peace
and healing.
Within his *****
he wrapped me
in his warmth.
With love he
nurtured me
as his child.
His breathe is
the life i feel.
Endowed with strength
to subdue any
threat of the advassary.
Pestilence and plaques
everywhere i conquer.
All perilous ill
avoid me
for i became
their nightmare.
Invincible he
made me to be
whatever i want.
My weakness became
my strength.
My failures are
now my assets.
Everything i thought
i lost are nothing
but my gain
on the roundabout.
©2020,Nnaemaka Mokeme.

What is love.
Tell me what 
it is and where 
can i find it.
Can you tell me,
i beg of you. 
Can't seem
to grasp it.
I know it,
but can't 
understand it.
Is it like 
the flowing river 
meandering towards 
the ocean. 
Can it be
on top of
the mountain or
the ***** of
the hills or down,
down the valley,
or beneath the
sea where the
surf searches the
sand for symbols.
Is it just 
a thought in 
my head or the
tears flowing down
my cheeks or
at the centre
of my laughter.
Is it hidden 
in the stars 
up in the sky 
or lost inside 
the wind blowing 
wherever it pleases 
or in rainfall 
cascading on rooftops. 
Is it a 
flower or in 
the fragrance of 
a rose unfolding 
within the garden.
Tell me where 
the heart of 
love is hidden.
I know it 
is shed abroad 
in our hearts
but can you 
see it.
Can you feel
the presence within,
pulsating inside 
your heart.
Is it within 
the eyes of one 
looking at the beloved 
or is it just 
a dream or 
a figment of 
the imagination. 
I just can't 
figure it out 
because once 
it hits you,
you just gotta 
fall to pieces.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Stories as told
by the eyes
are numerous.
In your eyes,
are written hidden
memories of the
tales that have
to be told.
History are made
from the story
by what the
eyes have seen
in moments over
the times.
The eyes stole
my words and
i'm speechless.
My mouth is
dumbfounded and
cannot be fully
persuaded to express
all the things that
eyes have seen.
The stories the
eyes have told
are amazing.
Beautiful as it is,
it captures and
keep records of
all that confronts
its vision and view.
It penetrates everywhere
not opaque in nature,
visits the still
and the movable.
Like a movie,
translate and transcribe
into words whatsoever
it envisioned.
The eyes are
the windows to
the soul and
sees beyond the ordinary.
It awakens emotions
from deep slumber
to confess the
hidden crimes of
the soul.
Alive and ever
moving,
it tells the
tales of the
unbelievable occurrences.
The mind sees
through the eyes
before utterance can
be made by the mouth.
Whatever the eyes
sees is indelibly
impressed in the
mind.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Distorted reasoning
comes like a
wildfire to confuse
the mind.
The mind needs
calmness without
ripples to feel
the flutters of bliss.
I have three eyes,
two to look,
and one to see.
Even the man
the gods protect,
protects himself.
My heart is
my God,
that is where
the God of
my heart dwells
and so i
fear no man.
To be careful
is not to
be afraid.
If you want
to live,
then conquer
your fears haunting
your heart.
Deep thoughts hidden
in the depths
of the heart
without verbal
expression distorts the
heart and confused
the mind.
It needs utterance
to be free.
I would rather
breathe through
the unknown and
allow it to
unfold before me.
Take me where
you wish so
my destination is
a mystery and the
journey becomes magical.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

The decent into
matter must be
complete before the
ascent to spirit
can commence.
There are two
opposite serpents
inside of you
and it's up to
you which
one you feed.
It depends on
you which one
you give preeminence.
There are seven virtues
high with positive
frequency:
humility,patience,
temperance,kindness,
charity,chast­ity,diligence,
and seven deadly sins-
low with negative frequency:pride,wrath,
gluttony,envy,
anger,lust,sloth.
Which ones affects
you is entirely
up to you.
Choosing the middle
path takes you
above the ordinary
into the cortex
of the Almighty.
Your ageless soul
is not a stranger
to the sacred
exclusive secret path
within your consciousness,
it has severally
thriven on that
inner journey so
many times in time
into the sanctuary
to be sanctified.
There forever,
is his eternal
dwelling place.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Go back to
the source of
your beginning
to find peace.
Within the beginning
is your source.
Beneath the source
lies the life
that sustain you.
From the beginning,
there is no
other life except
the one that
pulsates within you.
This vital life force
is your source
of being.
Your being emanated
from a living
source if the
universe to give
rise to something
magnificently unique.
This life force
is the breath
within breathe.
Powerful in it's
exaction and
precise and accurate
to it's timing.
As above,
so it is  below.
Gyrating in it's swing
to work in
synergy with all things
as allowed in nature.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

There is power
in an individual voice,
echoing in the
darkness about the
oppressed and of
those in chains.
The power of
the individual voice
can break the
icebox even of
the hardened heart
to the call
of the forgotten
and lonely ones
caged in the dungeon.
It only takes
one voice to
create change
by lending your
voice one to
the other.
Be moved and
be aspired to
be inspired and
take action now.
The brave and
passionate steps will
revert anything not
worthy of ameliorating
and glorifying mankind.
It is necessary
to bring man out
of the dark
in which he
unwittingly
find himself and
is in bonds.
However small your
steps are,
it definitely can
cause ripples to
defeat and bring
unexpected grandeur
to free the oppressed.
Your voice counts
as each one
reaches one another
in a chain reaction
to bring justice.
A call for
change is needful
and urgently needed.
Wake up now
to the life
around you.
Take an intentional
walk and experience
your community in
a whole new way.
Your voice counts.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Heaven graciously answers
any man who consistently
and fervently seeks the face of
God with a pure heart.
That man can never lack
anything who also gives out
what he received from
The Lord that has lavished
and sustains him with his goodness.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Days passed before
my tired eyes
with their
incessant activities.
Moon and the
night came to
quite my eyes
to rest my
tired body and
rejuvenate my being.
Spring is here
to awaken and refresh
everything once asleep.
To enjoy the
rain and prepare
for summer.
Summer is here
again at last,
it comes to
bring vitality
into the spirit.
And here comes
the beautiful autumn,
reminding me once
again to start
packing for the
fall where subtle
changes affects
and brings gladness
and beauty.
Welcome the winter,
and it's brightness.
A part of the
world in a
world of its own.
Nature at its beauty,
displayed before
my very eyes.
Here nature is
born again.
Glistering on the
rooftop,
a speck of
the snow flecks,
resonating with
beauty of the
shimmering sun.
A time to
hibernate and to
reflect on all
that have passed,
and waiting for
the spring once
again to come.
Going around in
circles of life,
nights and days
came to pass
in line with nature.
I lived another
circle of existence,  
another beginning
of another year
filled with love
for all that exists.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The color in
the world effects
my mood and
my being.
Everything is not
just black and
white though.
I like black,
and i also
like white,  
when black and
white intertwined,
a fusion out
of another is
not only a
mysterious essence
of beauty but
a hint of
pure color of
beautiful gray.
All colors affects
me deeply in
an uncanny mysterious
and amazing way.
What color is
your mood today.
What is the color
of your hair.
What color of
blood does your
heart bleeds out,
there are many
shades of red though.
What color distorts
your life essence.
What is your
favorite color.
How much does
the color in
your world affects
your life to
keep the contract
of the mind.
What color,
but what is
this color anyway.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

They always say
no problem,
no problem at all,
when they know,
deep down,
there's nothing
but problems
laughing in
their faces,
following them
to their bedroom.
You can detect
bitterness in their
voice of course.
Dejected and lost
if i may say.
Too proud to
really say how
they really feel.
Ready to walk
away from the
thing they want.
Wounded and
hurting within,
very secretive
and so lonely.
Never happy,
always complaining
about what you
didn't do and
what they expect
you to do.
Difficult to
placate.
Me thinks it's
a foolish pride.
But do you know
that the least
perfect person is
the perfect person.
You must lick
your vulnerability
put aside your
pride and ****
the ego to be
yourself and win
your war on love.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Just let it be,
let the earth be,
you have truly
done enough.

You will never
remedy the scars
of its wound
inflicted by your greed.

Don't add to
its bruises by
any selfish act
of your ignorance.

It is that
complicated even
when you try to help,
it doesn't need it.

The inconsiderable
abuse has made it
to be insensitive
to your feelings.

But it will recover
and never forget
your labour of love.

For your name is
woven into its fabric
and indelably etched
deeply into its heart.

It speaks of you
to the whole universe
about your sacrifice.

Love it is
that bonds you
together to dine.

With grace and
compassion it
communes in favour
of you.

Extending the hands
of fellowship,
to form a nation
through you. 

Because of you
sudden providence
and resources from
its source of bounty
descended.

For it is now
an extension of you,
as above,
so it is below.

As it is
even so are you,
a reflection and
exact replica of
its multifaceted image.

And as the joy
of bliss returned,
know you have
more than enough.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

The way to feel
is to close the
eyes and look
deeper with the
eyes of the spirit
into the soul
to feel what is
in the heart.
Painted on the
canvas of the soul
with the imprint
that is so subtle,
are the messages of
the spirit that only
the heart can
fully understand.
Written with love
and lavished with
infinite abundance
of grace and distributed
with kindness are
all that is
required to know.
All the joys
prerequisites
manifest itself in just
a twinkle of a moment.
The heart already
know how to immensely
and joyfully with love
draw our spirit out
to feel and understand
what is not optically
seen or felt with the hands.
The warmth of its
presence is deeply rooted,
and so indelibly blissful
in a magnificent exquisite
way in our spirit.
It is beautifully woven with
multiple amazing and
supernaturally astounding
impressive nature.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

If you are going
to tell me to leave,
i might but I won't.
I just can't.
Leave to where.
I've come a long way
just to be here
I can't quit.
I just got here.
This journey wont
just end now,
and here ever,
it has just began.
The time mark
just started.
Tick tock,
tick tock,
can you hear it.
It's been there
all along.
And I'm going
all the way,
to find the end
or is it the beginning.
It's  like the snake
biting it's tail.
The end or the
beginning,
whichever comes first,
it's still alright.
Both are points of
beginning.
Nothing ever ends,
only beginnings,
beautiful beginning
of something new.
Dawning wonderful,
new beginning.
Don't leave it,
and don't ever quit.
It is what it is
and it's all good.
I don't know what
I don't know.
But If you know,
you know.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I am the mysterious,
the mystery inside the
song that flows from
the unknown.

I am the song
of love known to
bring sucour and
solace to blissfully
affect your heart.

The song of
the spirit that
speak volumes
of itself to
those who listen.

The song hiding
between sadness and joy,
life and death,
to dispel nightmares that
haunt your mind.

I am the healer
of the afflicted
and the abused,
confused and deeply
wounded soul.

Interwoven within
the body and
the mind of
hurting and broken
lost souls.  

The one who
penetrates the depth
of your darkness
to take away
your ignorance.

The one who speak
in silence until
your soul knows
and understands

I am the light bringer,
whose song offers
sweet savour to
your soul and feelings.

I am here to
heal and to help
rebuild and fortify
your brokenness.

I am the one
that dwells within
the silence of
your stillness.

I'm the one that
make your solitude
awaken your spirit
from its slumber.

I am the twist
within your breathe,
the one that counts
the rhythm of your pulse.

I am the invisible
and invincible secrets
within the
cellular life flowing
inside your blood.

I am that song
in the beginning
of creation,
from the sphere
of divine realm.

I am that song
with vim which
quickens with vigour
to make your soul
dance with vitality.

I am that song
of divinity
in your heart
whose desire is to
seek the beloved.

With pure bliss,
it listens to
its sweetness and
answer to its rhythmic
interchange balance.

I am that silent
unspoken words in
the song which transpired
between two hearts
binding them together.

I am the song
in your love
which makes the soul
go weak at the knees.

I am that unsolicited,
unsung song inside
the accessible space of
time in your quiet moments.

I am the answer
to pacify the
cry of the needy
and hurting soul.

I am the song
of the ancient
rhythm of the
sages and the ancestors.

I am the God
of your heart
and realization
dancing on the bruised
heads of a thousand serpents
to free you.
2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

Your heart is just
so too beautiful,
i want to
be a part
of your cloud.
Not lagging or
drenched by the
ugliness of a
bad weather.
Driven out of
the hole like
a rabbit running
from a wildfire.
Like the bird
flying away in
a hurry from
the tempest sky,
would i have
a place to
perch in your
beautiful heart.
Like a beautiful
red herring tossed
out of the water,
can i at least
get a chance
to live again.
Can i get
a moment to
snuggle up with
you and take
a cup of
marshmallows in
hot chocolate on
this cold lonely night.
Let me be
the gentle breeze,
soothing and calming
to your frail
tired soul.
Let me into
your presence
as an acolyte
to tend your
inner temple,
i won't disturb
your quiet moments.
Just take a
chance on me,
don't you believe
I'm worth the risk.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Husky whispers
of her voice
resounding with
the echoes
of the cave.
She sounded so
close but yet
so faraway.
The whisk of
her scent
i caught.
Moving down
the lane quickly
to find her.
The breeze
blowing to bring
her scent to
my senses.
She smells
of jasmine and
of lilac.
Whiffed like a
hunting dog
i hurried faster
to get her.
Confident of
my steps on
the narrow path,
i steadied my
self on the
willow tree.
Bracing myself,
i ran down
the ***** towards
the west end
of the valley
where she lay
down as if sleeping,
i picked her up
not minding the
wet velvet red
gown on her.
She may be royal
because of the
golden bracelet and
the signet gold ring
on her finger.
A sigh of
relief she muttered
as she held
so tightly
onto my shoulders.
And up
i went towards
the hills to
get her home.
As the trickling
rain shower woke
the sleeping beauty.
Quietly she opened
a beautiful yet
veiled face and
peeped at me
for the first time
through the dark wet
hair that stuck
on her face.
With a subtle smile
on her face,
she gazed up
at me and
her lips moved,
she whispered softly,
as she says,
thank you.
And that is enough.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The cut is deep
and hurts so bad.

Numbed to my bones,
the marrows freezed
like the water
in the ice box.

But my heart
and my soul
affected is
is now healed.

By the hands
of him whose
touch is like
the balm of Gilead

I found succor
and deliverance
that's soothing,
calming and comforting.

Full of love
and compassion,
he offered warmth
and solace to
my fragile heart.

His presence
strengthened my frail
tired body.

And now my soul
vitalized by the
divine effulgence
which gave it strength.

I'm a renewed being,
recreated and different.

My nature changed
to that of
an exulted being.

I am more
than you could
ever imagined.

A creature of heaven
in an earthly body.

Purified and sanctified
for this very purpose.

And in pursuit
of this purpose,
I found myself.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

A fresh start
for all of us
to love more,
do more,
to act more,
strategize more,
learn new ways
of doing things,
learn new trade,
acquire new skills,
upgrade yourselves,
migrate and relocate
to new environment,
move away from
things that didn't work,
invest in our growth,
add value to our lives,
help change our
priorities.
Explore new frontier
and horizon.
Another new dawn
emerged for another
beginning of
something uniquely
magnificently new.
A dream is born,
a desire to
accomplish something,
sprouts in the heart,
a promise comes true.
A vision manifests,
new arrangement of
something occurs.
The change we
always wanted
level up with us.
Aspirations are forged.
Challenges are confronted.
New goal begins
in earnest.
The culmination of
the past efforts
and projects begin
to yield results.
We want to
stay focused with
determination to get
things done.
We plan not
to fail or faint,
forget not to
plan or we faint.
New paths are
forged because we
are the pathfinders.
May God's love
unveiled by his
Spirit shield you,
protect and bless you.
May the road
arise to meet you,
may the wind
be behind you,
the rain wet your path,
may the wheel
of fortune turn
in your favour.
May grace and
the kindness of
individuals surround you.
May it's breast
satisfy you and
may you find
peace in its *****.
Embrace it with gladness,
it is yours to take.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

She loved me so dearly,
But my heart don't feel a thing for her,
For my heart belongs to another,
The one who couldn't love me.
Why is my heart still yearning
for this one who couldn't love me.
My heart is broken to pieces,
because I loved someone
I can never have.
I loved someone but
I couldn't win her heart,
her heart belongs to another.
This life is full of complexities,
I can't comprehend it.
The one I love I can't have,
She loved another.
The one who loves me I can't be with,
my heart belongs to Someone else.
The one that hurt me from the past,
I can't have or go back to the
place where my heart ran from,
They have all moved on
and I'm still here waiting for my own.
Where are you my beloved.
Come out from the veil that enshrouds you.
I am now fully ready and patiently waiting.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

However long it takes,
The dawn will always come,
And that will be my turning point.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

I smile because
the sun shines,
and I shine,
and you shine,
and everyone and
everything shines.
My heart and
my soul rejoiced
with love to show
my gratitude to life.
There's music in
the air if you
can only listen,
there's poetry
in the heart,
if you can
stay still to hear it,
there's beauty in
the universe,
if you can only
just but look.
Because everything
like the butterfly
seems to dance,
our lives in slow
motion filters away
before us dancing.
Life, this life will
always carry you
along if only
you participate.
Just like the one
swimming in the ocean,
you only get drowned
when you are weak
and don't swim,
even so you become
irrelevant in the
scheme of things
when you don't
fully get involved
in the business of living.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

There is just
something excellently
beautiful about you.
I'm so lost
without it.
Each time
i close my eyes
i remember all
those funny little
things you say
and do to me.
It still makes
my feelings want
to burst.
I'm so devastated
without your presence.
I'm here just
because of you,
can't you see
I'm just here
because of you.
I'm so done
without you,
this is the
place of bliss,
a lovely and
radiantly beautiful
place.
Real love is
born here,
a beautiful place
you left me,
i'm so speechless,
it's so stunning,
i can't even
breath or talk
to describe the
moment.
I'm so breathless
my love, help me.
It's been a while
i felt this way
about something
so profoundly
mesmerizing.
I'm so helpless,
can it ever
linger for a
little bit more.
It seems like
i'm floating in
the clouds with
my wings spread out.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

The enemy in
you is yourself.
The enemy inside,
peeping within
your soul,
whispering through
your mind,
plotting his follies
in your heart.
Hidden behind
the veil and
hiding inside the wall,
he built a
self made prison wall
and fenced himself
in his dungeon
where he wrought
abominable wickedness.
And God said,
love your enemies
as yourself and
he obeyed and
loved himself
for he is
the nearest neighbor
to himself.
There is no
enemy more wicked
than your heart
and no soul
with more problems
than your mind.
Only you can
choose to be
a saint or a demon.
The key to life
and death has
been given to you
because you are
the possessor of
heaven and earth.
Speak now to
yourself aloud or
whisper softly and
quietly to your
soul to redeem
yourself from yourself.
The first and
the last enemy
to conquer is yourself.
Love yourself enough
to love others
enough like you
love yourself.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Since there is
nothing i do
that brings happiness
to your heart.
Even though i tried
but you never
opened up your
heart fully to
accept me.
Only to belittle
and cut me down.
At your feet
is not where
i am meant to be.
With you
i don't feel fulfilled.
Of what purpose then
is this waste,
besides my presence
is not honored and
meant nothing to you.
I have no place
or meaning
in your heart.
You are always angry
about everything,
always complaining
about this and that,
about what i do
and don't do
that ****** you off.
Is there then nothing
i do that makes
you feel good.
Maybe i am
your demon but
i am also
someone's angel.
Am a light
in their tunnel.
Like the air,
without me,
they can't breath.
And since
i have become
your unnecessary
annoyance,
why are you
still hanging around me.
Can't you see,
we are not
seeing eye to eye.
I sincerely don't
want to follow
the path you
choose to walk,
and i refuse
to be that
sinner you want
me to be,  
it is of darkness.
Don't you see
i am like
a butterfly,
happy and dancing
in the wind.
I love the rain
and i love
the quiet path
I've chosen for myself.
None of these
makes you happy,
I'm gone with the wind.
I need to
walk away from
your barrages and
bad temper because
it is ruining
my happy life.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

If I must be perfect before
I can be accepted by you,
Remember then,
that the same perfection
you seek of me,
that same perfection
you demand,
The same perfection which
you seldom possess,
Will exclude you,
because you,
my dear,
Are not perfect.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Enfold me in
your warm embrace
with passion and
pleasure.
Delight in the
whispers of the
immortal voice.
You must give
everything to
make you as
beautiful as the
dreams that dance
in your imagination.
Like the illusion
of magic into
the world beyond
to see the
world of mortals
and immortals.
You who can
dance with me
to the music
of the fairy
spirits in the wind,
come let's dance
and be merry.
With the breathe
of the immortal,
the fire burns
within to erotically
penetrate the spine
through the Yoni,
sending you to
the inner temple
where everything else,
even the stony
hearts melts.
Don't ever let
anyone enter
your inner chamber
without love.
You are
my treasure and
my pleasure.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Everything is
good and
perfect in nature
and creation.
The Almighty
cannot and
do not make
mistakes.
You are not
junk or imperfect,
actually you
are completely
perfect in him.
This lonely man,
you sad woman,
torn between
the two worlds
of their gender.
Trapped in
a female body,
but a male.
Or that man,
so stuck in
a male body,
but a female,
trying to discover
the truth.
So confused.
Does that
make it wrong,
or right.
It doesn't exist,
only opposites
and besides
it doesn't
really matter.
Both are
working so
perfectly in
synergy to
bring balance
into our lives.
But for the
light to shine
so bright and
beautiful,
there must be
presence of
the darkness.
They are the
broken victims
of their gender.
Her real roots
are *******
in creation.
Wild woman,
sad man,
drowning in
two worlds.
Can they ever
really adjust.
So confused
with a quiet
tears on the inside,
and a silent cry
on the outside.
Their brokenness
and their confusion
you cannot fathom.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Now is not
the time to
assess the
moment.
Morning comes
with the presence
of pregnancy.
Destiny is wrought
on the map
of life.
Can you hear
what the wind
whispers.
Or understand what
the ground utters
to the universe.
Leaves of the
trees bear witness
to a life
of forever.
Who knows what
the sand said
to the root
that makes the
leaves fall to
the ground.
I'm sure you
heard what
the wind whispered
to the leaves
to make it yield.
Are you the one
that makes the
leaves change colour
in their season.
Did you see the
hand of the sun
as it paints
over the cloud
to change colours.
Maybe you are
the reason the
trees shades their
leaves at a
particular time.
Who has ever heard
the drums of
the moon
as it makes
the waves dance.
Are you the one
within the ebbs
and flows 
of the tides.
Maybe you are
the timekeeper
that told the
chick in an egg
the moment to
crack its shell
from within to
emerge.
Who has heard the
strings of the violin
played by the fairies
to make the heart
fall in love.
Have you ever seen
the heart of a
lover as it
behold the beloved.
Soft and tender,
alluring and lovely,
isn't it.
Nothing can be
compared to the
love of a soul
over a desired
heart.
From within that heart
heaven beckons.
And is touched
by the one
who heard the call.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

Crying is how your body
speaks when your mouth
can't explain the pain you feel.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Be still,
you can hear it,
the voice within
the cloud and
the firmament,
as it speaks
to the heartbeat
within your soul.
Listen to your heart,
listen to the
inner voice within
your soul.
Listen to the music
of the flute
playing within your soul.
Listen calmly to
the wisdom of
the words from the spirit.
What do you hear,
little grasshopper.
Do you hear
the flutter of the butterfly
or do you hear
the rhythms of
your heartbeat.
Do you hear
the desonance of
a broken string
or the healing flow
of the symphony orchestra.
Did you hear
the flapping of
the wings of the song bird.
Did you hear
the voice within the wind.
Be quiet,
be still and
you can hear
the laughter of
the one within
the ocean waves.
Listen,
even the stars
whispers words of love
to the heart
that can hear it.
Even the rose flower
sings as it opens up
to share its fragrance
to greet the morning sun.
Listen,just listen.
©2020,Emeka Mokeme.

Can you at least
hear the cries of
my heart.
Let the agonies and
anguish of my life
touch your heart.
It's calling out to
you all day long.
Can you at least
bear the burden of
this travesties and
aggression on
my soul.
How loud I tried to
call out to you,
it sounded so loud
but you couldn't
answer me.
I tried to sound
confident but my voice
came out small and
shaky then I hesitated.
Hear the cry of my soul,
you that pass me by,
my beloved,
my brother,
my sister.
In my silent tears I
reached out to you.
Stop for this moment
and help a soul out.
Listen to the last wish
of a hungry soul
with a heart so broken.
My soul calls out to you,
My heart calls out to you,
my voice calls out to you.
Don't just pass by,
do something,
anything, anyhow.
Stop for a minute,
stop for just a moment.
I know my cry touches you,
I know you heard me.
Remove your pride,
**** your ego,
let yourself to look,
even to have a glimpse
into my eyes to see
my soul is enough.
Only then will you know
my heart and understand my pain.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I have never been
anything this way
but happy.
How can I ever find
you to explain how
you make me feel.
I know I am going to
be happy with you
again in my heart
because my life will be
better and so beautiful
with you in it. .
For the glory you
exude has been
wonderful.
I guess it's all good,
for knowing you is
amazingly beautiful
and divinely awesome.
To have known you is
a little slice of heaven.
What we shared can
never be dead,
because nothing is ever
really dead if you look at it.
It can be rekindled again
if we just try hard enough.
Trust me it can be beautiful again.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

It was a
beautiful sight
outlined up in
the starry sky
this night.
The galaxy is
so full of
the stars as
if there's merriment
tonight with the
new moon at
the corner.
Something uniquely
magnificently and
specially magical
is happening,
unknown to many.
Tonight all the
stars came out
to display and
aligned themselves with
breathtaking beauty.
They are passionately
exquisite to behold.
With beauty so
extraordinary and
shinning so brightly,
adorn with grace
as they glitter.
Perfectness is
wrapped and
wrought in them.
Who knows if
our own lives
are linked to
the extraterrestrial.
Seems like the
stars has a
good hold on
our destiny and
the wheel of life.
The secrets of
life are with
the stars and
encoded within the
depths of time,
singing out their
melody to the world.
And if you
can hear their
songs at night,
definitely know you
are now no
more a prisoner
of the earth.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

As you grow
and bloom,
sturdy like a tree,
you are constant
in your love,
and not fickle
And flowing like
the stream,
meandering towards
the ocean,
you have always
been there for me.
Like the morning sun,
you shine,
so bright and beautiful.
Sublime and subtle
just like the
full moon,
you illuminates
even the darkest
days of a
burdened heart.
Strong hearted,
beautiful and divine,
filled with love
and life,
you mesmerize
anyone that comes
to your sphere.
Even as the
blooming sunflower
represents vigorous
vitality,
you also represent
everything that
makes up beauty.
Even as the fish
constantly swims
and never sleeps,
you constantly hover
around and worry
over me.
Like the mother hen
protect and
cover her chicks,
you hide me
under your pavilions.
I feel safe with you.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

It is not just
a thing of the past,
it is dead.
And you are still
on the ground floor.
Time to stop
mourning over what
is not worthy of grief,
remove the ashes
and smile again.
You didn't
loose anything,
it's just not
worthy of you.
Arise now and
know that it can
only get better.
Nothing last forever.
Custodians we are,
just for awhile.
Real treasure are
hidden and kept
away forever within the
depths of our hearts.
Don't look for it
with the optical eyes
but look deeper
beyond space and time.
Tucked away in our
hearts are the jewel
of inestimable value.
The gem and true
treasure are safely
hidden therein.
The heart is the
true garden of Eden.
There,we live forever,
immortality is wrought
therein within the
depths of our hearts.
The spiritual essence
in the fire of love
will transmute
anything not worthy
of entrance into
the chamber of
the heart where
the spirit dwells.
And something significant
of different quality of
another new seed will sprout.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I see in
your eyes all
those things
you wished
that you had,
and the pain
they caused you.
I see in
your face the
longings you
craved for and
the hurts they
created in your
tender heart.
I know how
all of it
makes you feel.
I know the
thunderstorms
will abate,
i know the
rain will eventually
definitely always
cease and disappear,
I know that
the seasons will
come and pass
but i also
know that the
ocean can never
stop flowing or
run dry,
and i know
that the mountains
and the hills
will always
confront us and
never be moved.
But I know
that your heart
will always heal
and love will
always find you.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

As you look around
from left to right
and up and down,
i wonder why
you never complained
as you observe
the things you see.
I know you see
the tiny specks
of dust sharing
the space with you
hitherto moving in
the air as if
with wings dancing
to the rhythm 
drummed by the wind.
You walked as if
they never bother you
but they messed up
your living room,
messed up everything
you took time
to clean up,
your clothes,
shoes and pretty face
yet you go about
ignoring them.
Pretending as if
it is allowed,
but you accommodated
their intrusion.
I wondered why you
didn't do the same
to your neighbour
who knowingly or
unknowingly offended you.
Don't you see that
even the dust has a
lesson to teach you.
They have a sign
to those who understands.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

Will you walk
with me for
the rest of
your life.
It will take us
a lifetime to
climb to this
mountaintop.
A great walk
together to be
remembered for the
rest of our lives.
It is a
beautiful walk that
never tires you out.
A great walk that
let us explore
the darkness and
the Valley of
our heart and
help us to
find the light
in our love,
and the mountains
and hills of different
segments of our
lives that teaches us
how to safely circumvent
and walk around
our differences,
and understand
the depth of
our illusions and
enlightenment.
A great walk
of faith into
the deep end
of love that
ushers in joy
and gladness.
A walk with
its own complicated
and complex jigsaw
arrangements.
A walk that
let us confront
our vulnerability
and humanness.
Will you still
walk with me my love.
Together we can
fight anything that
threatens our happiness.
Finally at the
end of our days,
when we are
grey with wrinkles
we can joyfully
say we did it.
Will you walk
with me my love.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

She came in
from the dark,
walked in through
the front door,
smiling as if she
won a lottery.
But she is a
player and have
a secret plan.
Another fire is
set to burn.
Something freaking
spooky about
to be unleashed.
There are snakes
up her sleeves.
Dangerously different,
dubious in nature.
Amazon battle is
about to start.
Like a snake
that swallows another,
death is waiting
for the unsuspecting
naive weak ones
who are lured
into her trap
with manipulative
cunning crafty words.
There is death
in her mouth,
never kiss her.
There is poison
in her cup,
never drink out of it.
Her beauty is deadly,
don't be enticed
by her looks.
Her bed is
like the sepulchre,
a grave of the
foolish that can't
sense danger.
She dances her
way into the
lustful heart and
then like the
vampire goes for
the jugular and
send you to the
great beyond.
Avoid her like
a plague or
something terrible will
devour you alive.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Your energy introduces
you before you
even speak.
This force impressed
itself upon our being
and exacts a lot
of perplexing imprint
on our aura which
in turn exhibit us
to our sphere
and environment.
Around you swirls
a magnetic energy field
that's so powerful,
an aura of extreme
electromagnetic resonance
with a powerful wavelength,
radiating and vibrating
in unison with
a magnificent octaves.
Colorful with different hues,
uniquely woven and
fashioned naturally in
our system and imbedded
perfectly into our nature,
abundantly displayed
and lavished infinitely
with love.
Interchangeable and so
divinely sublime with
a subtle expression.
This energy field is
the in-thing that set
you apart and identifies
you from afar.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Life is like
an egg,
simple and
extraordinarily
beautiful.
But first ask
yourself what gain
has living in
the past
brought you.
Except for the
euphoria or
pain and anxiety
it brings.
All are illusions.
Sometimes you
understand without
knowing and sometimes
you just know
without understanding.
All depends on
the platform of
individual comprehension.
In this present moment,
be awakened.
Waisting a lot
of time catching
your breath from
struggles of the past,
and anticipating of
the future you
have not previously
prepared for,
instead of living
fully in the
present moment.
There is no
right or wrong
perception,
both are alright.
It is still
your choice.
Life has an
explanation for existence,
that's the whole
mystery buried in
the present moment.
Like a dream,
it becomes elusive
when you can't
decipher or find
it operational in
your present moment.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Enjoy the
beauty of the
stars at night.
The heavens
brought them out
to cheer you up.
Ahhh,
the moon
did not slumber,
there it keeps
watch,
standing as witness.
The beauty
of the sky,
like the mood,
can be boundless.
No need to
be afraid or feel
harassed by the
influence of the
dark spooky spirits
of the underworld.
Harmless,
they ignore you
and go about
their enormous daily
tasks without
interruption.
Who would
have thought that
nature would be
so mindful of me.
I am nothing
in this great
ocean but i
am something
that it desires.
But i am
that kind of
person waiting for
the morning to
appear again.
The stars are
still up there,
they never sleeps
though hidden within
the bright blue sky,
peeping down through
the brightness
of the sun,
monitoring every
of your activities.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Whosoever doubts you
will be dumbfounded
by your astuteness.
They will never
understand the way
of the wind
or the way
the river flows.
The way of
the honey bees
will confound them.
Neither will they
understand the pleasure
of a man
who has lost
his direction in
the wilderness and
to suddenly find
his way out
of the middle
of nowhere.
Keep your whole
life low keyed
and let people
assume incorrectly
about you.
It will keep
them busy in
advertising you.
The strength of
silence over
catastrophic indexes
are infinitely infectious.
No kind of force,
and absolutely nothing
can withstand anything
whose time has come.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The movie from
yesterday still
plays in the
screen of my
inner vision.
Even though now,
that room in
my heart is
still empty.  
The things that
happened in that
moment years ago
was indescribably
different and
beautiful.
It was like
we were on
another planet.
It was unimaginably
unspeakable
to describe.
Like i don't
want to wake up
from that dream.
Today i relieved
that beautiful moment
of yesterday.
It's still alive
in my heart
and soul.
Like a dormant
volcano that
erupts with a burst,
my emotions flooded
out and melts
everything it touches.
Leaving a silhouette
and shadows of
the things casts
along its path.
Wonderful in itself
with a subtle
divine tone,
it blends beautifully
with love and
grace.
It has a
divine glow.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

At this hour of unbearable
and unbelievable unimaginable
heartrending shocking presence
of cruelty going on in our communities.
It looks as if the heaven shut it's doors,
people ***** and dabble in darkness.
Wickedness is competing with brutality.
Seems like the heart of man no longer
knows what it feels like to temper
justice with mercy.
Atrocities are the order of the day.
No day passes by without a form of intimidating and gruesome issues rearing itself amongst the people.
Blood flows like the rivers and no one seems to care.
Children wailing on the streets looking for their mothers and relatives scattered out in the desert and the bushes hiding from their predators.
Not as if they don't know what to do but
their hearts are hardened by greediness.
Conflict of interests with confusion presents itself in resolution of the matter.
Killing of women and children very disturbing,
beheading the men and burning down houses
are ongoing in different places,
and very gruesome.
One wonders if heaven has turned it's back against the people.
Evil concupiscence overtakes the people.
Where is your God they seem to ask.
Is there no way of escape from these killers?
Remember your promise oh God,
Save your children from these calamities.
Stop these acts of wickedness,
bring succour and joy to your people.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All  Rights Reserved.

There is in
the Heavenly realm
a place for you.
Come share with
me this mystery.
Endeavour to attune
yourself
everyday to
this mansion of the soul.
Let your soul
be bathed with
the beautiful,
Harmonious
rhythmic orchestrated
symphonic music
from this sphere.
It's  rhythm is
loveable and intimate.
In Joy and sorrow you will
find it forever uplifting.
For once you
heard the mysterious
songs of the stars,
you are no longer
a prisoner of the earth.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved