Everything changes.
Our lives change,
our face change,
our bodies change.
The firmament and
the cloud changes.
The environment changes
due to the
tear and wear,
our houses and
homes change.
The weather changes.
We change our
minds and plans.
Opinions changes,
so is our
relationships.
Our purpose and
preriorities changes.
Even our moods changes.
Our gait changes.
Our eyes change
to reveal our
innermost thoughts.
Our physic changes
as we grow
into maturity
Things changed
about us.
All that we
do is just
nothing but change.
Even the universe
changes for our good.
The season changes
to summer,
fall,
autumn,
winter,
and spring.
And here,
we have monsoon,
and harmattan seasons,
that is the rainy
and dry seasons.
All changes are
welcome.
They are needed.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

My heart is so
grateful for the
glorious treasures
of love with
immensely abundant
joy in my soul.
Joy is in
the air,
it's in my heart,
pulsate in my soul
and in my blood,
and be seen
in my life.
Rivers of joy
flowing in my being.
It is everywhere
i look,
it has an
overwhelming power,
it's effect is
awesome and
captivating,
magical and beautiful.
Joyful tenderness
in the morning
and a blissfully
grateful heart in
the night.
My soul is at peace
for my joy is full.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

They said you are beautiful,
that you are my type,
but for fear of been rejected,
and cast aside,
would you look for me.
Let's meet by the same side
of love to see if our
hearts can mingle.
Maybe i can see the
beauty in your heart,
and the love in your eyes.
Or feel the warmth
of your embrace.
Only the beauty
of which radiates
from the inside,
evokes my interest.
It can't be taken away,
not even by melanin aging,
or illness of which
may give wrinkles
and affect the skin beauty.
Let's meet somewhere
by the sea,
maybe we can together
sail towards the moon.
As the stars accompany us,
let's wake up at dawn when
the sun meets the morning.
Does your beauty match
that of daffodil
or lily of the vally.
Can your touch be like
the velvet feel
of the rose petal.
Or your ****** radiance
ever match the beauty
of the rose flower.
Would you say that your beauty
be like the fragrance
of ylang ylang or
the glory of the sky and
the snow flakes in winter.
But i still want to meet up
by the stream tonight
just to hug you.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.

Here comes the night.
Here am I,
sitting so relaxed,
Calm and collected
Watching the setting sun,
Watching the night,
quietly and peacefully,
Coming slowly,
powerfully overtaking me.

Here comes the night,
How beautiful it comes,
Enveloping me,
disarming me,
With serenity taking
control of me,
As if with authority
telling me to be quiet.
It's so restful.

Here comes the night.
And now at this
moment I calmly
and slowly drift away.
Here comes the night,
It reminds me that each day,
Brings me nearer to my home.
I yield as it beacons,
because I want to go home.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

A place of solitude to
merge with the divine,
a place of pleasure to
play with the fantastic,
to absorb the anointing
power of the spirit.
My happy place,
where I can be myself,
and be blessed in the
aloneness with nature.
The quietness of the
dawn engulfed my being
with such purity and
profound peace.
My soul immersed deeply
in this tranquil dawn of
this beautiful moment,
so lovely and endearing,
an enchanting morning.
Another chance to be healed,
cleansed and refreshed.
An opportunity to start all over
again is found within this
calmness of the tranquil dawn.
It is divinely and magically beautiful.
Intriguing and so mesmerizing to
behold and absorb.
A chance to redeem myself,
to be whatsoever I want to be.
Like a river meandering calmly
undisturbed in the heart of the
forest flowing towards
the sea to find rest,
even so is my troubled heart
to find rest within this peaceful
moment of the tranquil dawn.
My heart is so grateful and
is now ready for worship.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Any animal in
the forest that
suddenly decides
to develope and
grows a horn
just because of me,
will definitely finds
out that it's
horn will eventually
be used as a cup
to drink wine.
I am like
the praying mantis
that dances
before it kills.
Calm and calculative,
focused and thoughtful,
tactful and mindful,
meditative and intuitive.
But can also
be dangerous for
the praying mantis kills.
The dance steps
and movements
are hypnotic and
mesmerizing.
A little mistake
can drastically cause
you your joy
and happiness,
even your life
and be the
little storm that
turns into a
big deal that
can mess up
your life.
It's like the
***** and the
excrete of the
mythical animal
set as a bait
to catch it's prey.
But what does
it all mean.
Don't mess up
what is so
important to you
just because you
are a little
unsure of who
you are.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Don't tell me it's our uniqueness
that makes us beautiful,
There's no beauty in hatred.
Please don't tell me that our
different diversities make
us colourful and great,
Our diversity has brought us shame.
Don't tell me to be patient
because I can't stand this
unnecessary killing of my people.
Don't ever tell me that
it's going to be okay,
because it will never be.
Their sinister presence makes
me very uncomfortable.
Don't tell me to submit
to this forceful arrangement,
It is ungodly,
it is unnatural.
Nature from beginning
never made it so.
Who has ever killed his
children asking to go out
to the field to play,
Or asking  for bread to
eat when hungry,
Or forced a loved one to stay
in an abusive relationship.
I am sick and tired of being
sick and tired to see our youths
mowed down in our presence
while our elders watch.
My soul feels smouldered
by the pressures from
all these atrocities.
And now a godly abortion
has become necessary.
And don't tell me it can't be done,
Everything is possible.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Circles of life,
roaming round
and round.
Hush it's coming
again like a
minute decision.
I'm a man
on the ledge
but it's just a
dangerous affair
to fall for her
just like that.
I met you,
and I was
afraid to
like you.
I liked you,
and I was
afraid to
love you.
I love you,
and now
I'm afraid
to lose you.
One half of
the world
cannot
understand
the pleasure
of the other.
Because everything
around the world
is a road trip
to no where.
Even right now
you are not
so sure.
Are you?
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The face to
the sun shine
squints to see.
The sun shines
to the face
like a smile
brightens up.
The lunar a
rub off from
the sun gives
the lesser light
but full of
unimaginable subtle
energy that controls
our moods,
the ebbs and
tide of the ocean,
and the season.
If your heart
refused to speak
to love,
then it is
meaningless for
the moon bleeds
and calls out
to the deep
and mysteriously
gloriously dreamy.
The blood moon
is out looking down.
Change is hard,
but it's here.
How can we
escape these things.
The mind is
not ignorant
of this truth,
and it's not
that simple too.
To understand
the silent swept
barrenness of the mind,
like the moon
is profoundly complex.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I am like the bee,
gives you honey,
so sweet but
stings as you
cross allowed boundaries.
I am like
the rose flower,
gives my fragrance
freely but careful
you must be.
I'm not without
my torns and
will pirece your
fingers for
your carelessness.
I'm a gentle loner
just like the scorpion,
don't walk all
over me or
step on me
as if I'm
a weakling or
pick me up
because of my fragile
nature or I'll be your
near death experience.
I'm like the
stinging nettle,
I'll decorate your skin
with my deadly marks
and make you dance
even when there's
no music playing.
And like the
beautiful ivy flower,
poisonous and deadly,
don't ever harrass me
by plucking my leaves,
to feed on
or you'll be dead
in a second.
Stop messing with
everything in sight
just because you think
you are superior.
Even the little porcupine
can chase away
the strongest lion.
Even as i'm tiny
as corona virus,
I'm able to
chase everyone into
their homes and
lockdown the whole world.
All the weapons
fashioned by man
is useless against me.
And woe betide you
if you dare show
your face outside.
I'm as selective
if you keep
and maintain a
social distance.
You must maintain
asepsis by proper
handwashing and wear
your ninja mask.
And when i
see your blood,
i may have mercy
and passover you
by reason of your
bloodtype and immune system.
©2020,Emeka Mokeme.

The smile of
nature touches
the soul.
Nothing makes
the flowers
not to
share unreservedly.
Its fragrance
so endearing.
Their loveliness
appeals to the
eyes as they
unfold slowly
like the light
piercing softly
through the doorway
in the morning.
The morning
rain is beautiful,
and the flowers
are so grateful
as it cascades
so gently and
subtly so softly
on their tender leaves.
The flowers dancing
in the rain
at the sounds
of its rhythmic fall
to the ground.
The rain and
the flowers
having fun together,
as they await
the sunshine to
soon manifest,
for the cosmic law
fulfills all things
gloriously.
©®2019,Emeka Mokeme.

You can never
separate yourself
from the source
of all souls.
Here every single
soul is unique
like a song
and a flower
in their varieties
and so beautiful,
even so is,
all the stars
in the sky
different in their glory.
Everyone you meet
carries a bit
of heaven and
is so beautiful
and divine.
As beautiful as
the ocean,
profound and mysterious,
untapped and intriguing,
inviting and yielding,
yet sacred but
so scary.
It let's a
person look at
himself to find
out if he's
uncomfortable in
his own skin.
With a great
sense of awe
and reverence,
we approach
the beautiful with
sublime subtleness
and singleness of
purpose.
Beauty of
the spirit through
heart explosion
expressed itself
as desired.
Guilty as charged,
everyone seems
to feel the
same warmth of
love so beautifully.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I am an
odd fellow,
don't expect me
to be like you.
I follow the
path of my
destiny.
The sun doesn't
shine for you
alone.
Neither the moon
at night time
belongs to you.
The wind cannot
cease because
of you,
everything benefits.
Breathe in the
air of life,
and exhale love.
Cold and it's
chilling snow flecks
is felt by all.
The odd things
happened for a
reason.
For you to
know and live
life and love,
you must first
desire it with
your heart.
The good life
awaits you.
This abysmal
cannot elude,
exclude and eliminate
the very ones
it came to pick.
The innocent ones
are protected by
the greater light.
I am a
protagonist,
the forerunner
of the inner quest.
Don't ever shrivel
by its presence.
Be bold and
unshakable.
It's not meant
to harm you
but to create
harmonium and
protect your interest.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

It is not my fault.
Not in my linage,
not in my blood,
how to make things
disappear as I pass close
to other peoples things
or items not mine
or cherished possessions,
not even in their absence,
things not my own,
not belonging to me,
for I am not a magician.
Was not born a
kleptomaniac.
I guess I'm good at
leaving things behind,
instead of stealing them.
They disappoint me,
hurt my feelings.
What can I say,
of those elite ones
in public office
embezzling public funds
or rather stealing it.
What a humiliation  
for the family,
or the embarrassment
to the friends of such a one.
I cover my face in shame
because of people like that.
It's not in my blood,
I cannot condone such people.
A thief is not a thief
because he stole,
a thief is a thief because he steals.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

All the idiosyncrasies around
your life may surprise you,
they bound you
with such a vigour
that you wonder how
they come to be.
Unwittingly not knowing
that you created them.
The rest of your life
is been shaped right now.
The choices you made,
with the dreams you chase,
with the consequences
of the life you choose to live are
definitely decided
at this moment
by whatever you
are doing right now.
The words you uttered,
The actions you take,
The habits you formed,
The choices you made,
and the person you decide to be,
Is been decided right now
by the choices you choose.
And to a great extent,
the people whom you choose
to associate with,
influence the direction of your life.
Be mindful of the
choices you make,
The words that comes
from your mouth,
That action you want to take,
The friends you keep,
The things you let
and allowed into your life.
They can make or damage you.
Filter and process them
before you act on them.
At the end of it all
your life will turn out better,
amiable and grounded.
Make the right choice,
Do the right thing.
©® Emeka Mokeme.2017,All rights reserved.

How did I ever even get here,
to this lonely place,
alone in this palace,
this place of solitude,
so quiet I can feel
the warmth of Nok the cat
sitting calmly,
from a distance at the corner
of the room window pane
with eyes closed as if he's
waiting for someone
special to join us,
oblivious of the world outside.
Looking out from where I seated,
I could see the trees dancing
to the music played by the wind.
I can also see a lonely bird
sitting all alone like me,
and I can't help but to think,
if this lonely bird is also waiting
for the lover to come.  
Suddenly I felt a warm
embrace of her hand around me,
so comforting and reassuring,
and within me I also know that
it's going to be okay with that
lone bird out there as I heard
the song of another bird
calling out to the one on the tree.
Nok the cat was also picked up,
for i could hear him purring with joy.
It's not so bad after all at being alone but not lonely for a while.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

If you are a star
I would tie you
to my soul,
for my heart is
so grateful for
what you are to me,
the queen of my castle.
Do you know why
I love you so very
much my beloved.
Because you left
heaven for just a
humble soul like me,
you never followed
a king or the affluent,
not even the rich or
the wealthy have you
given your heart or
perched on any castle
or mansion of the
most powerful
and for that my heart is
forever so grateful
for your love.
I'm so glad you stuck
with me.
You are amazing.
You graced my heart
with so much love
and made it your home,
even with all my follies
and idiosyncrasies.
Now I'm enthroned in this
earthly tabernacle as a king.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

You will surely soon become
the sacred animal for sacrifice,
to cleanse the land
and purify the abominable
acts of our people,
instigated by the unreasonable
ignorant elders.
And for those that have died
on account of their ignorance,
have paid with their blood
to cleanse our land.
These sacrifices are
not willingly given.
Will the gods accept such
a waste of human lives
to ameliorate their anger?
Or will another sacrifice
be performed to appease
their already inflated anger
over these ethnic cleansing
by a group seeking for dominance.
These strangers in the land
could not tolerate our differences
in this forced relationship.
Their greediness and overbearing
attitude is frightening.
With hidden intent,
Cunning and Forcefulness,
with intimidation they unleashed
mayhem to our people.
Dazed as if hypnotized,
with voodoo and hoodoo at work.
no one is doing anything about it.
Everyone is watching as our families,
Our friends, youths, children,
women, the elderly,our farms,
barns are destroyed,
properties burnt down by
these strange ones.
You will soon be the next if you
still stand and do nothing.
Do not be an unwilling sacrifice,
do something.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

When you look
up into the sky
at night,
have you ever
imagined shuttling
into the universe.
Like the mind
of the poet
that runs all
over the space
and the universe
in fantasy mode.
Beautiful to feel
the throbbing of
the universe as
the beating of
a heart beat.
The subtle echo
of the sound
penetrates silently
into our being.
The words are
as smooth as silk.
Coming from the
realm beyond our sphere,
the universe reflecting
on the mirror
of the mind
with thoughts so
profound and powerful
floods the heart
with words so
serene to appease
the ears with tranquility.
The mouth agaped
as if drunk,
satisfied and comforted.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I will **** you
with my love
I will not **** you
with my hand
you will not die,
you will still
die by my love,
for i will **** you
with my heart,
no one is ever
going to want you
for my presence
has taken possession
of your being,
you still won't die.
I will **** you
with my love,
but you will
live to testify of it,
For my love
will uphold you,
my love will
satisfy your thirst
that when you are so
warm with my love,
just like a chocolate
you will melt
into my arms,
where you belong,
you still won't die,
for all i ever want is
for you to remember
me as loving you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

And so I thank you
for the amazing things
you do.
I thank you for being here
when I needed you,
it's so comforting.
I know it's not enough,
but I still say,
thank you.
Thank you for
putting a beautiful
smile on my face,
it ushers the sunlight
into my heart.
Thank you for
that little gestures of love,
it's small but mighty.
Thank you so much
for the honor of your
personal presence in my life,
it means a lot to me.
Thank you for
just sitting here in silence
by my side,
there is some sort
of solace and healing in it.
I say thank you for
your words and admonitions,
they are full of wisdom
needed at this time.
Thank you for
the way you arranged my life,
you are so nurturing.
With grateful heart,
I opened all of me to you.
Because your touch
changed my life,
it became better and beautiful.
How can I not be perfect when
you are in it.
With love so divine,
you adorned me with
amazing grace.
Thank you for all that you do,
you are truly mighty Yehoshua.
I bless and adore you,
may you Increase in my life,
Spirit divine.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the calmness
of my quiet moments
I can sense the solitude
calling out to me with urgency,
quietly taking over my being.
It seems as if the depth
of the oblivion force reaches
out with a pull so powerfully
impressed into my being
with deafening calmness,
so beautifully filled with bliss.
This calmness of the Spirit
magnificently engulfed my being
and so majestically
my heart resonates with
joyful tenderness to its call.
Its unction pressed so subtly
upon my consciousness
with its signature of profound Peace.
I am the preferred elect-priest,
worthy and accepted
The beloved hierophant
triumphant one.
Holding out the
sceptre of righteousness.
Walking in faith, love and victory,
for the help of the almighty
guide and guards me.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.

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 Was put in an
undignified position,
that made me feel  
as a used ***** rag,
left in a corner to be
picked up again to be reused.
I felt insulted by that act,
caused by a misunderstanding
of my intent.
But that is a painfully disjointed
and misquoted figment
of a nonsensical utterance,
I guess I'll take a long walk
now in a different direction.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

THE BROOM.
In bunch of the broom,
there is always one
or some that doesn't want to stay,
it always breaks off under pressure
or jumps out alone by itself as you sweep.
The ones that breaks off,
is like the words we utters,
once they are spoken
can never be recalled back,
they cause a lot of damages and problems.
The ones that always jump out of
the bunch is like the proverbial
black sheep of the house,
always rebellious,
even when you put them back,
they will always leave the family.
Check yourselves,
are you the broken one or the fallen one?
Ask your self where you are in
the scheme of things,
are you causing problems with your words
or rebellious and disobedient by your acts
and cant be tamed.
Are you among the formidable strength within the family that no outside force can threaten? The family is like a bunch of broom,
tied together they work in synergy
to fulfill their purpose.
Any family that stands together can withstand any adversaries that threatens their happiness.
The ones who don't,
will be dancing in the whirlwind with sand in their eyes.
Remember that anyone who cannot be counselled cannot be helped.
Get understanding.
Be wise.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Everyone i love
just left.
Like a sudden
conventional rain
that just fell
and leaves
no trace on
the ground.
All those that
matters in my
life left.
Like the tempest
of the east wind
that comes with
the storm.
They made me
feel like a *****.
Like a skunk
with an awful smell.
Like one who
unknowingly and
accidentally defecated
on his pants.
With a mask
over my face,
i walked around
like a fugitive,
hiding shamefully
like a criminal
behind the mask.
I don't know
how i got to
this place of
emptiness and
loneliness.
Is there just
no one out
there for me.
My heart hurts
so bad and
held more mystery
than even the
darkest jungle.
I will give
anything for the
return of all
of you again.
I bet it will
all be different
this time.
Now the sea
is calm,
the reef exposed,
the sky blue,
with lashing of pink,
loops down,
creating magically
the beautiful lining
of lush lustre.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Where will it be told,
and where will it be heard
that all these things you hold
on to are not the way they seem.
You see all these mundane
things you put your hopes on,
they will disperse before you
like the clouds that gathered
together before the rain falls.
People living a fake life.
How can a plastic
rose become real,
there's no magic
that can do that.
To have you must dig
in the dirt with your
hands soiled.
Quit fake life and
fake people but never
quit on yourself.
Be real to yourself.
Giving up is a big sin.
An unimaginable things can
happen when you are weak.
Stand up to whatever challenges you
or stands in your way of progress.
Think and work up your way
to a blissful life.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

For I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand at the later
day upon the earth.
I am the way,
the truth and the life,
no man cometh onto the father but by me.
I am purified,
I have passed through
the gates of darkness unto light.
I have fought upon earth for good,
I have finished my work,
I have entered the invisible.
I am the sun in his rising.
I have passed through
the hour of cloud and of night.
I am Spirit,
the concealed one,
the justified one.
I am The Lord of life triumphant over death,
there's no part of me that is not of God.
I am the preparer of the way,
the rescuer into the light.
Out of the darkness let that light arise.
Before I was blind but now I see.
I am the reconciler with the ineffable.
I am the dweller of the invisible.
Let the white brilliance of
the Divine Spirit descend.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

How magnificent and
majestical the greatest
cathedral of all times
stood over 840 years,
hovering over France
with protective pride.
Towering as if
you want to
touch heaven.
Your beauty so
divine and beautiful.
Kings and Queens
and nobles of old
have sat within
your chambers.
With solemn calmness
you enfold the
worshipers with bliss.
None could resist
your beauty to
bring you harm,
only but now
by the hands of
the unknown ungodly
sadist who has
no fear of
truth and God.
You stood the
test of time
to tell us the
stories of old,
whisperings into our
ears the secrets
of the ancients.
You witnessed the
most horrendous
and countless wars,
yet they could
not bring you down,
even the ****.
Angels are weeping
for your glory is lost.
The heart of
the people of France
and the world are
broken to see how
low and degrading
they brought you.
Your cross stood
majestically as you
burn down refusing
to give up with ease.
Your beauty and
glory is eternally
etched in our hearts.
You will always
be remembered.
Notre Dame,
the Lord God
who dwelled within
your chambers
will not forget.
He saw your
fragile heart and
your helplessness  
as you burn.
But never mind,
he will definitely
do something.
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I am mystified with beauty,  
interludes of ecstasy engulf my spirit;
Reflected in bold strokes,
taking me into the realm of beauty.

This impression appear before me
with a childlike innocence
and yet like a child they
remain indifferent to what I think,
but then it speaks.

My eyes gazing away into the distance,
thoughts seemed far away,
deep into another realm,
dreaming in the presence of nature.

This beauty,
so near and touchable,
healthy,strong and alive,
with an exotic impression,
a puzzling melancholic overtone,
an awareness
that something is happening
which I neither know or understand,
but nature intended it that way:
Forever Mysterious.

It is that unfathomable
hidden part of myself,
my divinity,my soul and my spirit,
which no outsider could understand,
I didn't understand it either,
But was able to express this sensation,
feeling,and mood called Beauty.
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This life is
so beautiful with
you in it.
Your love makes
it vibrant.

Your smile radiates
like the morning sun,
as i remember
your face as
it hung on
the memory wall
of my heart.

Your voice is
like the subtle
drizzling of the
rain falling softly
in morning.

I can still hear
your footsteps
walking around,
rustling on the
dry leafs
in the garden.

Just thought of
you today to
let you know
i remember you
always.
You influenced my life
in a beautiful way.

It's amazing how
much your love
touched my heart,
transforming my life
into a beautiful soul.

Like an exotic
flower blooming
in the winter,
i blossom because
of your care.

It's lovely to
have you in my life.
My heart needs
you as one
tasty of water.

I remember you today
and i know
you are at peace
where ever you may be.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

It is not so easy to smile
when you are hurting,
not even laughter will come,
both will elude you.
They do not visit a hurting
lonely heart,
there's no joy within.
For the heart at the moment
is filled with the burden of the
harsh realities of life.
Awakened in you are
the subtleties of the real
energies within manifesting
themselves in their diversities to
help you balance yourself
in such a way that you focus on
the inner leading of your heart
to win your battle of self.
Strong self will is needed
to come back to reality.
No one can stop the obstacle
from invading your body but you,
for in transcending the
pain you feel within by the
share force of will,
the situation will finally abate
and the mind in control over
matter that's infesting your soul.
The hurt will cease and joy will return.
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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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Within the depths
on the side of life,
within the core
of your mind,
you are a part
of the divine love.
Infused within our
heart to commune
with the highest,
shared with joy,
the tenderness of
its bliss.
Pure in itself,
divine in nature,
abundantly lavished
in our hearts,
unfolding with beauty
for us to behold.
Is there anything
that can be as
lovely and divine
as the true treasure
of love infused
within our being.
Wonderfully blended,
hidden away from
the prowling eyes,
though not cold
or complicated,
but so complex,
yet accessible,
filled with warmth,
unimaginable in itself,
overwhelming not
suffocating or smoldering,
but healthy with healing
elixir when encountered.
It is this kind of
love that will hallow
and regenerate you.
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What is missing is just you.
How can I ever find you,
when you are hiding
behind the scenes,my beloved.
It takes the stepping out
of your cocoon to be discovered.
You are just like the
last little red herring someone
tossed on my path,
and I will be the happiest
one alive to have found you.
I am putting my last bet on you.
That will be my garland
of flowers for you,my beloved.
Around the corner I am waiting
for you with banana splits.
Lets not mind if we
reach the shore or not,
for there's nothing like forever.
I cannot promise you forever.
I only promise this moment in time,
For just this moment is the best.
I did say now is my forever.
Together we can win this,
for we are on the same boat,
animated by the same intentions.
Let's share this glorious moment with Joy.
I saw the stars within.
You are heaven to me .
©® Emeka Mokeme.2017,All rights reserved.

There is absolutely
no one who is
completely normal.
Our configuration has lapses.
Even our gifts and
talents makes us abnormal.
We are uniquely fashioned with
different forms, types and shapes,
being transmogrified daily
by different types of vibration and
subtle energies.
How we react when pushed to
the wall by rigours of pressures
within and without reveals our
innate nature,
shows our hearts and hidden strength.
How we react to what we hear
or said to us is what really counts.
Don't ever expect me to be like you,
No never!,
because I am standing on a
different platform from where
I view the world.
I am wired differently,
an odd fellow and peculiar in nature,
dancing beautifully and gracefully to
the beat of the drum and tune of the
music I hear,
for my path is definitely different,
and that is my glory.
Don't take it seriously,
it is just personal,
for i dance to a different drummer.
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This tabernacle was given
as a covering,
a house to dwell in,
a sanctuary,
a home called the body,
that hides the life essence
that is you,
the castle where the king
resides within the heart.
This tabernacle is
your temporary dwelling place
for a dual entity of the
spirit man to inhabit.
Here in the tabernacle
you live in both worlds,
an alien as a resident
of a geographical region
of the universe hiding
within this cocoon,
living in both worlds
magically simultaneously
with multi-colour shades.
It is amazing how this mystery
works in synergy,
blending together to make you
a unique creation,
man by day,
spirit by night,
perfectly timed,
indomitable and invincible,
fearfully woven with a
breathe within breathe
to last forever,
within the world only
slightly beyond,
there lies our next day resting place.
Don't ask me to tell you how,
you will find out when you translate.
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I wonder why man is trying so
hard to make himself extinct.
And it was not like this before,
or was it like this,
how can we make it stop.
As I remembered those days
in our beautiful world,
it was so peaceful.
How did we come to this point,
Where people can no
longer voice their opinions,
Or be the leftist or rightist,
love their life's  or live in peace.
It seems as if they like
to see RED all the time,
As If Bloodshed will solve
or end their pathetic
emotionally wrecked,
soulful suffering,physical
and psychological problems.
This killing must stop,
It is unnecessary
and it doesn't solve anything.
Brothers must talk to brothers.
Dialogue is now necessary
without it destruction is all you'll find.
What is the victory amidst ruins and ashes?.
Emeka Mokeme.
© 2017, All rights reserved

Everybody makes mistake,
I really don't know why my own
should be on your top priority list.
And I ask,
does my mistake in anyway
get in the way of your progress
or making a living.
I wonder why you
don't want to concentrate on
building your own life
as to make it better,
like I do with mine.
Why is something that
should be so easy so hard?
I've learned long ago to
stop beating myself up
over past mistakes.
I learn from them
and then get on with my life.
Do the same with yourself,
it will better your soul.
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Look again beyond
the mountains.
I see you
standing between
the sea and
the sky.
Between the
depths of the
oblivion and
the firmament.
It seems the
sky and
the sea are
the same.
I'm loss for
a moment but
not lost.
The sun shines
through the sky
beautifully as you
shine in beauty
in the world.
What are you
searching for?
You truly definitely
don't know exactly
what it is.
I'm not confused
but just thinking.
After this,
you still look
for another,
you remain
gullibly insatiable.
Are you after luck,
love, and
peace of mind?  
Do not look
for it at
the other end
of the world,
otherwise you will
return disappointed,
bitter and desperate.  
Search on the
other end of
yourself afterwards,
in the depths
of the heart.
Maybe you'll
find it there.
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My heart
bleeds for you.
I had never
forgot the
things you do,
i still appreciate you.

Maybe with time,
i will one day
really become
unrecognisable,
smiling toothless
sitting down
by your side
with my frail
body as you
reach out to me.

Will you still
need me,
will you still
love me,
will you still
hold me and
say those
beautiful words still.

Would you still
look into my
wrinkled face and
still kiss my
twisted lips.

Would you walk
with me still
with my wobbly legs
and bent back.

Would you be
patient with me
as my weak bladder
droll ***** all
over as i
pace the floor
with you.

As you chat
with me and
i stare away
into the space
but never heard
anything you said,
because of my
failing ears or
didn't understand
anything you said,
by reason of dementia,
would you be
angry with me.

As I mess up
my clothes with
food on the
dining table because
of my Parkinson's
shaky hands,
or quadriplegic hands
would you be patient
and not shout down
or scold me
for not being perfect.

Maybe with time
as time goes on,
it will happen.
Promise me you
will stay by
my side and
love me still.
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Someone is hunting,
not animals but humans.
Creeping in the night,
hunting down humans,
beheading babies and children,
women are not left out,
the pregnant ones cut open
and the unborn babies hacked to
death in a gruesome manner,
the men killed and hung like pigs
in the butchers stall.
Using humans as targets
to learn how to shoot.
They preferred the
cows to humans.
Cattle were killed
when a human died,
now humans are killed
when a cow dies.
Even when the cow is lost,
it is the human that will die
to compensate and pay for the loss.
What a sad turn of events,
it is really a shame to see how
degrading their mind has become.
Attitude is everything,
their mindset must be reset.
Their mentality must be upgraded,
and reconfigured for they are
really mentally poisoned.
Who can save us from this raging calamity.
©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!!
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I wonder how they came
up with this name.
The name they called me,
this name everyone calls me.
Is this my true name,
or just another name,
a name just to recognize me,
a new name to remember that
I existed here in this universe.
What is the original name they
called me where I came from?
I just wondered,
because most people have
the same name as mine.
No one remembers.
I need to know my name.
Even when I passed,
as I journey back to my home,
on my long absence,
that given name ceased
as if I never existed.
The name now suddenly changed to,
the body,deceased, the corpse,
treating me without respect,
I'm now nothing.
They say ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
All my struggles gone,
my achievements forgotten,
wealth scattered and
taken by the unknown.
Titles thrown out into the attic
and can't be reused by anyone.
The one once loved are thrown
outside and abandoned in the cold,
given only a little space to contain
the body underground.
What a vanity!
Even kings and Queens,
high and mighty,
rich and poor became wanderers, disembodied entities,
roaming the whole earth,
forgotten in time.
Humble yourselves while here,
treat everyone with respect and love,
for you will be forgotten so soon.
All that which you hoarded or
left behind will be scattered by
the very ones you have never cared about.
Remind me that name I used to bear,
is it not laughable as it is at the moment.
Enjoy yourself and laugh more,
spend time with your family and friends.
Be merry and share the best of the blessings God has lavished in your life.
Remember you are a nobody but just a wanderer without a name.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This sleep is closing my eyes,
taking me away on this journey
into another place in another time,
that world only slightly beyond,
didn't seem far but as if it's
just in another room
in a different galaxy.
I feel as if I'm drunk with
the nectar of divine wine.
I'm so powerfully pulled over
the mountains inwardly
toward my home.
The glorious symphony music
beckons me.
Seemed million miles away
but yet so near.
Caught up in the third heaven,
in the company of angels
as they carried me away into
different mansions of the souls,
strata and spheres of the cathedral
to be healed and cleansed,
prepared and refreshed from
my earthly sojourn for yet another
day to be lived as I return.
But the inner view must be hidden
with veil upon veil as doors upon doors
are opened and closed for my consciousness to experience and learn the lessons offered,
and upon return to my earthly temple that the
secret knowledge of the visions shown
not to be fully revealed.
This experience is private and personal in nature.
Unwittingly forgetfulness and clouded  patterns within must persists in
this peculiar daily encounter,
but the spirit man within must
also vaguely remember
and not to totally allow it to rescind.
The consciousness of man
must be imprinted with a resonance of various types of vibration according to
the octaves within the wavelength
of the divine scale.
Sleep is sort of a near death experience,
a touch of heaven within the earth,
it carries with it the penalty
of a profound price depending on
the condition of the life essence
of the earth man.
The silver lining can be broken or strengthened,
and the spirit's stay or return is eminent.
I am fully awake and aware,
being conscious of the divine in my life through the unction of revealed truth that I received.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

Believe it or not
the world is truly yours.
It's amazing and
beautiful just like
the clouds in
the firmament
twirling and changing,
bringing you new
tidings rising from
the cosmic and
beyond the universe,
coming down to earth.
Take it and run with it
for it is yours.
It will vitalize you
with so much
vim and vigour.
Though complicated
in it's actions,
the fire within
the afflatus will
purify your heart
and soul and
rekindle the power
of life in your spirit
to arise within you.
All things flows
in your favor,
no restraining or
restrictions whatsoever
except as you
personally allowed.
For as it is above
so it is below.
Everything works out
for your own
good with love.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I saw her today,
Yes I saw her.
Adorable,she stands tall,
Smiling,her beauty so alluring,
Spectacle,captivating
and passionately exquisite.
My heart raced In embrace of her.
My soul magnetized
and pulled by her spirit.
My being resonates to her call.
I can hear her thoughts from afar,
whispering what I need to hear,
Calling from the deep to my soul.
I can only answer
to her call with a smile.
For she knows my soul,
yes she knows!!
I have found her
whom my soul do love.
As I open my arms,
she steps into my  open hands.
Our embrace so soft
and warm and just like
a chocolate she melts into
my arms where she belongs.
I'll love her endlessly.
© 2017,Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

My pen is
not Don Quixote.
It is a brave warrior
just like Don Quixote but
different in battle field.
This my pen is a
General in the
people's army.
It never retreats
or surrenders,
a workaholic.
My pen can be
pesky at times
but not unruly,
and not really a gentleman,
it is an erratic genius.
A minister of peace,
a councillor in crisis,
an advocate in justice,
a passionate lover,
prophetic in utterances,
intuitive and psychic in nature,
it  reads and knows your mind.
My pen,
common but uncommon,
ordinary but extraordinary,
a two edged sword,
piercing the physical even
deeper and penetrating to the
dividing line of the breath of life
and the spirit and of joints
and marrows of the deepest
part of our nature,
exposing and sifting,
analysing and judging
the very thoughts
and purposes of the heart.
My pen is unique,
stealth in action,
a smooth talker,
loves to be held
and pampered.
It has no time to check time.
My pen,
this my pen is my friend.
A good company indeed.
A covert operator.

©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Our words are
powerful spells
from the soul.
The words you
wrote down on
that parchment,
those words you
uttered with your
mouth come from
the world beyond,
from the world
of the spirit.
What do they
even mean,
the words in
your stories.
They are powerful,
let them be spells
that conjure,
let those words
transform you,
they say what
the spirit feels,
they are words
of the spirit,
with the power
to translate you
to be anything.
Your words can
make the impossible
things with ease
to be possible.
The heart understands
what is in the
mind of the spirit.
Let your words
be the spells
that can awaken
the sleeping giant
within you.
Let those words
conjure the power
of love divine
to possess and
heal our world.
Let it bind
our wounds and
repair all wrongs.
If you are not
completely captivated
by the unique
exceptional nature
of words,
and the ways
like the spiders web
your words can
weave everything,
even the invisible
things to manifest
into our reality,
you should then
keep quiet.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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.