Oh be quiet,
and listen,
did you hear
the steps of tiptoe,
like someone just
entered my inner space.
Be quiet now,
I bet you didn't hear
the whispers of my muse.
Generous words he says to
calm the shattered nerves
of my restless soul.
Like the gratifying
sweet soothing wine,
an elixir to heal
your brokenness.
Like the mouth
watering flavor of
a rare nacter
in a beautiful gold chalice
trimmed with silver.
Like a warm chocolate
dripping from a lovers mouth.
Like the aroma
of ylang ylang and
lavender oil on a lovers body
seducing your senses,
so are the sweet words
of my muse whispering
in my ears.
Dripping like thick juice
from a honey comb
into the mouth
of a ready heart.
The words making magic
in my mind as
I write them down
in my parchment
for you to read.
Can you hear
the muse whispering
as he steps out
of the sunset on
a spiders web waiting
to ride the moon.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.

Within your struggles
and your breathe,
inside your smile
and your heart.

That which you seek
is also seeking
expression through you.

That which unfolds
before your very face,
is the exact replica
of that which
inhabits you.

The light of the sun
within must reflect
through your being.

For your life
reveals your secret
intent within you.

Without shame or
your ego rising
with pride,
confront yourself with
the light of truth
without doubt.

For the very thing
you fear already
lives in you.

Liberate yourself
from its shackles.

This light of knowing,
from the knowledge
of this truth
will drive the
darkness away as
the luminous presence
of its morning dawns.

In the end,
you are the one
who decides.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

We are formatted
and are recycled
into different segments,
change our form
to experience different
planes of life existence
from that one breathe
into our being.
Souls don't die
they actually goes
back to the universe.
Absorbed back
into the divine,
the Almighty,
the God head in
the abode of heaven
where he dwells.
We are his extension
and must go back
to the universe.
Like the waters above
the earth,
beneath the earth
and on the earth,
flows as the ocean,
the sea,
the river,
the brook that meanders
and finally flows back into
the ocean.
This mystery of the soul
are like the waters trapped
inside the rocks,
some freeze like the ice,
some are free as the air,
most as steam and,
some trapped
beneath the earth,
so is all souls freed
from the earthly
tabernacle where it hides
within the cocoon,
and must end up,
reabsorbed and
contained in the
***** of the divine spirit.
Man at the end of
everything has only
one man nature.
The same breath and
the same spirit from
the same source and
the same nature
in different bodies,
with different blood types
of the same blood from
the same source,
in different geographic
areas of different countries
with different tongues
but in resonance to
the same oneness.
So do not be like
the dead sea,
but be animated by that power
that works in you,
be alive and be
generous and useful.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Why are you here,
i still keep
asking myself.

I know you are
not here to give
me some roses.

I know you are
not here to listen
to what i have to say.

I know how
it feels when
you are not wanted.

Is rejection
a part of love,
is it really
a part of life.

It is full
of horrible and
heartrending pain.

The kind of pain
my heart never
deserves or desire.

Like a broken rib
it hurts even more
when you breathe.

Only you can feel
the pain just like  
a sore thumb.

With shame
you hide behind
your skin.

Even with your
clothes on,
you still feel naked.

Confused as the
tortoise taken out
from its first habitat.

He's forever miserable,
because he can't
find its way home.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

All I ever want is
for you to forever remember
me as loving you.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

You awakened
something in me.
The coiled
sleeping serpent
has woken up
to bite.
I just want
to smooch,
caress and have you,
to explore your
body tonight.
I'd love to
feel your essence
and touch.
With my eyes closed
I'm so lost in
my dream of you.
Make me to
wake up inside
of you my love.
i can feel
your tongue on
my crutch and
all over me.
It made my
**** hard,
so hard.
Mmmmm,
this is so sweet,
you are sweet,
my candy crush,
my love.
I need to
taste your ****,
i can't stop
until the honey flows.
Come wrap your
arms around me
to put out this
fire burning within.
You are my thickener
and my softener.
The fan in
my hotness to
put out the
volcanic eruption
on my waist.
Together we can
ignite the moon
and the sun
to make the
stars sparkle.
I love to
rest in your cloud.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Locked Together
for life is a blessing.
Two hearts meets,
locked up together
forever in bliss,
Interwoven and blended,
woven in beauty.
In synergy embraced,  
locked together in love.
For love calls from the heart
with joyful tenderness,
holds two beautiful souls
to celebrate the
awesomeness of the divine.
Locked up forever by
the sublime force of will.
Two hearts meet in love,
not minding if they will
reach the shore or not.
Bind together to drink the
sacred wine from the garden.
This love in this life is
so pure and beautiful.
We danced for the sake
of the spirit beating
the drums within our hearts.
Grateful for your love.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Fear or guilt,I really don't know
which one I'm dealing with,
Fear of what I can or can't do
and guilt of not doing them,
fearing what I want
and wanting what I fear.
Hiding myself from doing
that which I really want.
Hopelessly loosing
control of my passion and vision.
How do I pick myself
up from all this mess.
Strangely enough I see
the harsh realities creeping
slowly towards me.
How did I ever get here?
I don't know what happened,
and how I got myself into this mess.
I'm drowning and sinking
and can't seem to find any help.
Am I ashamed or
afraid to ask for help?
Can I ever be rescued
from this agony?
How did I ever let
myself pine away for so long
to the detriment of my health
to someone who never
really cared about me.
I feel like someone
who went to the airport to
wait for the ship to berth..
But Right now I'm so fully AWAKE!!!
And I really need to take a bath.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

When you decided to
use assassins to harm me,
you caused disharmony
between us.
That was unprovoked
misdirected anger unleashed
with venomous impunity
to destroy me without a cause.
Your unfaithfulness,
greediness and irrational ways
of doing things manifest itself
and almost cause me my life.
You are a hardened and cold
methodical machine without
a heart.
Your actions was a tragic
unfortunate circumstance.
That situation can no longer
be helped, remedied or restored.
The budding of this beautiful plant
was forcefully and aggressively
plucked off and the flower died.
It is a cut so deep it bleeds inside.
The source of life supply was
choked to death by your aggression.
The impact of that deadly blow
almost cut my heart into pieces.
My heart may never recover fully
from that delirious trauma,
the scar will always be there,
for a part of my heart was
destroyed.
I really don't know how to
cause my heart to respond
and resolve this issue without
being misunderstood.
But now the subject is dead to me
for it no longer exists.
©®2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

You are one of a kind.
Colorful and different,
blended with brightness.
So beautifully crafted,
exotic and graceful,
an endangered species.
They say you are golden,
the name they call you,
befitting truly.
Found only in a particular
special swampy waters.
Adorable little creatures,
not fit for consumption,
made to adorn and grace
the waters to feed
our eyes.
Lovely to behold,
you have no hiding place.
So free in your habitat,
just being you.
Humans gather to see
and watch you swim
around your home.
Without fear you display your
beauty and essence.
Your courage is admirable.
You are truly the little golden fish
someone tossed on my path
and I am the luckiest man to have
found you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I love myself
so much that
I love you
so much that
you have to
start loving me
so much because
we are but one
beneath our differences,
dreams, and desires.
I can't stop
giving myself to you,
until our souls merged
and immersed in bliss.
You are wonderfully
and beautifully crafted
and configured just for me.
Believe it or not,
I deeply love you.
My soul loves you
and i need you.
My heart is
your next day
dwelling place.
And right here,
this man and
that man was
born there.
But i will be
waiting for you
with love right here.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I have searched
and deeply looked
within the depths
and heights of the
firmaments,
I can't find what's
not in your heart
for the glorious
power of the
Almighty
has taken away
all the gross
matter away.
Your existence
created the
atmosphere
of miracles
made to heal
and protect
from the unnecessary
harrowing
experience of life.
Seen all over you
is the beauty of
heavenly creation
adorned with so much
love and glory.
The mere ignorance
of the world flees
before you
for the power beyond
the ordinary has broken
the yoke of ******* in you.
It's power cannot take
root inside you
or put you in any shameful
and uncomfortable situation.
Besides you are strengthened
by your brokenness
to withstand any form
of negative influence.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I saw her for the first time,
as she steps out,
My heart skipped a bit
Like the very first
time I heard her voice.
There is something so familiar
about our meeting,
about her presence.
As if we have done that before-
a déjà vu.
She smiled and came up to
meet me and my heart raced.
She is truly beautiful,
heavens gift with
an alluring beauty so striking,
Passionately exquisite,
stolen as it were from an Angel.
Everything about her is beautiful.
She is splendour of her kind,
A gift of heaven to me.
My heart calls you to come forward
and surrender,
this love is my
garland of flowers for you.
Now come beloved,
With grandeur,
make my heart your dwelling place.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

I'm like
a diamond,
shining with
the brightness
of a glittering star,
a rare gem.
Pick me up,
I'm interesting
to know.
If you feel
I'm so *****,
clean me up,
so I can dazzle
and glitter
just for you.
I'm a valuable
possession you
can treasure.
I am Priceless.
I may not
look like what
you have and
always want but
believe me
i am worth it.
Even my droppings
are truly delicious
like the dumplings.
Believe me
when i say,
you can never
regret my
refreshments,
they will satisfy
your inner hunger
and quench your
perched throat
of thirst.
Don't throw away
the ***** water
with the baby.
Rinse the baby
of dirt and
polish this *****
diamond to shine.
©®2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Life is a circle,
we keep bumping
into the very
same things,
like a merry
go round.
We chase,
rather than attract
what belong
to us.
They confront us
standing like a
magic mirror to
show the past,
the present
and perhaps
a way forward.
Are we the
one searching for
answers or
maybe they are
searching for us.
Truth is that
we keep repeating
ourselves in
the same process,
as if it's
our spiritual and
perpetual ritual.
Never fully
finding the truth
and answers to
our dreams,
until our soul
in weariness retires
in eternity and
merge with the
light when the
great spirit beckons.
And the universe
enfolds and gladly
embrace us within
its glorious light.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Easy to please,
not really,
hard nut to crack,
I think so.
You cannot please
anyone ever,
even yourself.
Only your best
you can do.
To be perfect is a form
of mental illness,
it drives one crazy,
even those seeking it
and the ones you want
to please can testify.
Perfection is an ideal
we all will want to attain,
but to merely assume
perfection is to cease ones
advancement towards it.
Error as an opposite pole to
perfection has perhaps a value,
it may cause you the need for
further future personal
development.
Such an error has cost me a tear.
It has taught me such
a great lesson.
A lesson very regrettable.
Simplicity is the only way out
of that error.
Easy does it.
Not all who wanders are lost.
You can command nature
only by obeying her.
It yields to the one with
an ear to the ground,
and leads such a one to
the higher ground.
Everything seems clearer
and easier.
Besides can you really be perfect
and without errors?
That's the beauty and essence
of our make up.
So before you judge me,
make sure you are perfect,
or that perfection you seldom
possess will exclude you,
because you are not perfect.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

You want to keep me
by your side to be
used like a ***** rag.
Is that all I'm worth,
I am more.
You couldn't love me,
yet you desire me,
but your heart belongs
to another one.
Any time I leave,
you cry as if you
lost your heart,
just to lure me back,
but you never tried
to change your
manipulative ways.
Your tears meant nothing
to me now,
No,not anymore.
My heart is dead to your tears.
You are nothing to me now.
Can't go back to the place
where my heart ran from.
No one is allowed to clean
their ***** feet on my back.
I moved on now with my dignity,
for that's all I have,
my dignity.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I am a Mystic with
a high sense of mission.
I am a Prophet
I am the Chosen one
I see far
I see near
My Prophetic utterances
are there to speak for itself
My inspiration, insights
and admonitions are
proofs of my calling.
l am not interested in
your mundane opinions,
for the one who
speaks within is greater.
Authority belongs to him,
he reigns in majesty,
Everything you ever
have belonged to Him.
He is the creator.
Now you can see where I stand.
Upon this mountain I stand,
Upon this mount of God I stand,
from this mountain I speak that
which cannot be uttered by mere mortals.
Now be still and listen for He speaks.
Emeka Mokeme.© 2017, All rights reserved

I got there on time,
But I stand there in line,
To get me some dime.
To buy me some lime,
And go home to dine.

As I sat there to dine,
I waste lots of time,
To peel lots of lime,
I left them and run,
'Cause it started to rain.

As I counted my dime,
I looked at the time.
I went after the rain,
To pick up my lime,
And went back to dine.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Failure is just
a left turn
down the shallow
slippery steep road
but it is
not that bad,
you didn't fail,
it's only pointing
you to another
way of doing
that same stuff
the right way
just up the hill.
Both up and down
are on the
same mount.
Today is a
gift that can't
wait to be
unwrapped and
to show you
what's inside.
Remember that left
turn is not failure.
Walk down a
bit then make
a right turn.
Don't struggle,
just repeat the
process differently.
Remember a kitten
smiles every time
someone creates
something beautiful.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I will be right
by your side
even if the
world fails and
falls on top of
all the people.
I'll drive hard to
come get you.
Will you wait for me.

My soul is full
of energy pulsating
with subtle heart
felt feelings for this
moment just for you.
Are you ready.

Just wait for
me right where
you are for this
love will always
find you.
Are you willing.

Our sphere is
anything but plain
love full of grace
and energy.
Are you glad in it
beloved,
for it is yours.

This love is my
garland of flowers
for you.
My soul calls
out for you to be
happy with me for
this very moment.
Yield yourself to it.

My joy is full and
so much is done.
This day will always
be remembered,
forever in my life.
For my joy is full.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Colicky baby crying,
calling out to
mother for help,
to do something.
With magical voice,
mother soothes,
swaddle baby with
hands of love.
Rocks baby with
songs so sweet,
to quiet with
lullaby to sleep.
With hands so
gentle mother
massages to calm
the wild cry.
Baby is so
blessed to have
a face with
heavenly smile,
a voice so
soothing and calm,
to tackle the
colicky troubles,
like a lemon balm
to cast away
the cry of pain
with a drop
of ginger in water.
Mother knows that
the colicky cry
all the time
means trouble
for baby.
Thank you
Angel mother
for being here
for baby when
you are needed.  
©2019, Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

A broken heart is like a broken rib
no one can see it,
it hurts every time you breathe.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

I am on
fire burning
for you.
You complete me.
I know you
can feel the
warmth and
the heat
from my soul.
It's all just
for you.
I will never
leave a scar
on your body,
only in your
heart and soul
will you feel
me and know
my essence.
You will never
be able to
stop your breathe,
for the air is
all about me.
You can hold
your breath,
i pulsate in you.
I am the
stillness you feel
when you are alone.
The wine that
intoxicates you
even when you
didn't drink.
The lyrics you
hum and sing
even though it
has no words
to describe how
it makes you feel.
I am the coolness
of the breeze
that touches you
when you take
a walk on the beach.  
I am the
verse in you.
A love to be
desired and
cherished always.
Yours forever.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Once again I returned
from my inner wandering
to discover that chaos is
everywhere hidden like
the assassins amongst the
people in different communities.
Like the acid corroding the
system and eating up the
textures of our lives.
People in different communities
are really mentally poisoned by
the pressures of life,
and peace have eluded them.
This peace can never exist
side by side with
chaos environment.
Kindness and compassion
must be put in place.
Joy eludes anyone who has
not sowed any seed of
compassion from the heart
to combat the fury
of the mind.
The inner garden we were
entrusted to protect
is messed up
even though it is
full of kindness.
Dancing vigorously figuratively
on the serpents
head to **** the
appetite of wickedness,
man becomes
engrossed in the battle
to safe himself and
his earthly home,
lest he becomes homeless
and a wanderer.
The heart filled with shame
and pain can no longer
bear the burden
of all the unnecessary deaths.
Only the dignified ones
can now take on that task
and save the people
from the calamity
spreading amongst
the communities.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This world is not what it seems
It blessed some
And cursed some
Some inherited curse
and blessings,
Some extremely happy
Some are not
Some wealthy
While some are so poor.
Most are poor not by choice,
They were nudged out
by circumstances.
Some have abundance
but can't take advantage
or benefit from it.
Some have riches endowed
within their families
But it's of no use to them
For it left their abode to another.
And men wonder how this is possible
And think in their unenlightened heart
how all this can be,
without understanding
the inner principle of things.
One can deduced from
their understanding,
how dark their minds are.
But to him who has mercy
from the almighty,
such a one is graced with
the ability to obtain wealth and riches
for he is favoured,
All nature bow to him,
He does not struggle like his peers,
But then,long life eludes him,
for he cannot eat that
which he had gathered.
Unlike those in the down world,
though so poor but longevity
is bestowed upon them.
Haaa,what do you think of those so sick,
crippled, blind, bedridden and disfigured
But grace is giving them to excel,
their mind is brazenly active.
I knew such a one who is a good giver
but in so much pain all the time.
Don't underestimate the power of the almighty.
He is gracious and full of mercy.
A respecter of no one.
He is the one who distributes
according to the way He deemed fit.
He is the great I am,
The One who knows,
Because He molded you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

Winning is all it is
about life.
Fashioning and preparing
for what you desire is
not so easy to achieve,
it is the beginning of
something marvelous
and magnificent.
Though fate and destiny
we must overcome to find our
place in the scheme of things.
To forge our destiny takes
discipline despite of
magnanimous unforseen
circumstances that may
unwittingly upset our efforts
in an uncanny way.
The mind must be sharpened
and strengthened to escape
the perilous crafty pressures
of this pesky world.
You must first desire it,
see it in your minds eye,
stay focused and determined,
then give it form to actualize it,
and finally manifest it.
Winning has definite learned basic
duplicative principles you
must imbibe to succeed.
Winning and success are half brothers
to financial freedom which is
the cousin to wealth born of grace.
When Grace speaks struggling
vanished like the thunderstorm.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Now is the time,
the beginning of
something uniquely
and magnificently
awesome.
The whole universe is yours
and waiting for you to
manifest your awesomeness.
The talent and abilities to dare
to do has been lavishly
unleashed by the power
beyond the ordinary
to subscribe and subdue
the adversaries.
You are fashioned to withstand
the most difficult pressure the
mind of man can conceive.
Tune into that sphere to activate
the ability to help you win.
Wake up now and honor the call.
Take your shield of faith
and the sword of the spirit,
for the banner over you is love.
The banner of peace
has been raised,
the drum of war has now changed
to become the band of joy.
The sword of war is put aside
and now is definitely defeated.
Come out in mass and take the
advantage offered to you through
the power of the one who never slumber.
Take the chance and redeem yourself
for the one who is on the throne reigns.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

You are just a little
bit of everything,
the evidence is seen in all
the elements in you.
You are the small world
of the larger world.
In you are the beginning
of a life of power,
full of vigour,
beauty and grace.
This world inside you is
intricate and intriguing.
You manifest the glory
of the highest,
for the beauty of man is
hidden within the spirit.
The breath of life exacts
its force in our lives.
Power of the infinite is at work
and marvelously manifesting
itself with a subtle expression
of the divine light
within our consciousness.
Manifesting the glory of the
highest must be a part of ourselves.
You can only command nature
by obeying her.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Beauty,
such as
weathering keeps
all things clearly
in sight as
every flower blooms.
Yellow
chrysanthemums
are in full bloom
displaying their beauty
with other flowers.
The season just
began,
so bright and
beautiful with the
birds chirping away.
Their songs of
praise heard in
our yard garden.
The beautiful morning
sun is out,
already shining,
as if smiling
down with greetings.
Watching the flowers
opening up to
greet the day
with love is
amazing and awesome.
I stood in
sublime solemnity,
awe and reverence
to welcome the
new dawn emerged.
The sky is
subtly infused with
so much energy
you can
actually feel it.
And the trees
also wants to
stay still but
the wind will
not let it.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Glorious Glory,
the starry eyes.
Beautiful as it is,
like the morning sun.
With your alluring smile,
you won a place in my life,
gained entrance into
my sanctuary,
my place of worship,
my happy place,
where God dwells in me.
Your touch can do wonders
to decorate the garden of my heart
and adorn the alter table of
my home with a fragrance of love.
Be the cologne to perfume it.
The coulomb to incense the
alter of my heart where we worship.
Like the golden dawn,
the beautiful flowers release their
fragrance as a gift to me.
You are the sacred chalice on the alter table,
of which no man is allowed to drink from,
for the sacred wine is exclusively reserved.
Only the priest of the temple is permitted to partake thereof,
lest it is defiled by the unworthy.
You are jealously guarded against the intruders of the night who are thirsty.
Even though your kitchen feeds all,
no one is allowed to feed there but me,
for you are my glory.
Your ***** satisfies me.
Each breath I take is refreshing
because of you.
You mean more to me than you ever know.
My love,
my glorious glory.
You shine as the evening stars radiating your glory into my world.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

In the universe;
there are thousands of flowers
that blossom,
each with it's own Beauty,
yet no one is answerable to the other,
in synergy they work together,
giving out their beautiful fragrance.
Some are mild,
some sharp and pungent.
Others don't have any,
yet they exist together,
finding a common ground.
They pour out their fragrance,
give out their beauty,
to soothe and comfort the human spirit,
demanding nothing,
giving out freely,
an immense helper,
glad to do their work,
ready to share their life,heal or die,
never tired or complain,
breathing out what we take in,
and ever so humble,
they lay at our feet,
always at service to our needs.
Beauty is beauty.
With gladness and joyful tenderness
accept the beauty that is yours,
for it is only yours and no one else.
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My heart,
a place of solitude,
my place of worship,
a place of pleasure,
place of leisure,
treasure of love,
where God resides,
my happy place,
hidden within.
At this sanctuary,
not all is allowed to enter,
only the admitted few,
selective admittance is permitted.
The world,
my whole life,
my struggles,
my joy,
pains of my inner fear is experienced here.
The beauty of man is carried there,
like the moon with its two sides,
the ugliness of the dark side
of man is hidden there.
This heart of man,
who can know it?
With its complicated complexities,
the heart of man is carried with dignity,
full of grace, vigour and beauty,
though mixed with greed,
there is also a taste of
emotions of hate,
and unimaginable unfathomable
touch of wickedness.
It requires the alchemical fire of the divine light to purify it so that man can be metamorphosed into a demigod,
become that sun of righteousness,
where the true love abound.
Strive to reconfigure your heart,
make it a grandeur irreproachable portal where innumerable company of angels dwells.
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Is this all that
loyalty brings in
this cruel world
without love.
What is this battle
in love's floor.
This ground was
formed at the
beginning of creation
by the words of love.
It was God's garden
of which he allowed
man to dwell in.
Waving your sword
in my face,
brings pain and death.
He wields the sword
that awaits you,
perhaps maybe me too.
Like siblings against
each other encouraged
by the lackadaisical
attitude of the elders.
But they forgot that
the sword is formed
by the hands of man and
can do absolutely nothing
to the one wielding the
sword of the spirit.
The one that puts on
the shield of faith
worn in love is
more than a conquerer.
He fears no evil lurking
in the darkness,
for the one who reigns
shall lead him through
the valley of the shadow
of death.
But there is some that will not
taste death till the end.
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The wind whispers a new song
to usher in this new moment.
And even the moon sang,
joining the humming birds at dawn.
The stars danced to the musical
tune of the wind in the moonlight
amidst the open space of
the galaxy in the twilight.
The cloud danced for there is
love in the air.
The lilac trees shed it's flowers
by reason of the wind,
blown out far into the night,
spreading it's perfume around freely,
it's fragrance can be smelled miles away.
The wind singing a happy song
as it carries out the message
of love to refresh different homes
as lovers sit outside their garden at night watching the magic show of the almighty scattered through out the firmament.
Oh what a blessing to behold the beauty of creation at such a memorable moment.
Eyes can even catch a glimpse of angels calmly going about their sacred duties unperturbed at that sublime moment in the quietness of the night.
It is really a blessing to
behold that glorious moment.
Join me tonight to listen
to the beautiful songs of the stars.
Your heart will be so glad it did.
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The light walks
into the deep dark
and the darkness
always yields.
In the midst
of darkness within
and without comes
the glorious light.
It comes to
dismiss darkness
and make it
disappear to emptiness.
All emptiness of
the mind is
darkness and a vacuum,
affecting emotional
and physical,
they depicts the
absence of light.
There is
something strange
about the
flickering golden light.
The illuminance and
incandescence of light
however small,
even in the
deep dark place
suddenly glows in
the presence of
darkness,
pushing the dark
gently into oblivion.
But the darkness exists
to explain the light.
Abject darkness
does not die,
though dead.
It rises up
again in the cloud
like the unicorn
but seeks out
the light immensely
to prove itself.
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Pining for the one
who can never love you
hurts the heart.
Why will you be pining
away over the one
who never cares for you
and playing hard to get,
while another is there
dying to prove her love
to be with you.
I must be a fool
with the eyes open
but actually really blind.
How can I be looking for
perfection in an imperfect one.
There is nothing like I will
love you forever.
Truth is there is no forever.
Everything is just now,
take it and run with it.
I know you are annoyingly crazy
but I love you anyway.
Your heart is beautiful
and that is enough for me.
Happiness has already found us.
Let's just take it and make it happen.
The morning is here
to bring good news,
that desired pleasure and
comfort that yesterday could not give.
Beautiful is the beginning of
something uniquely magnificent.
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Do the right thing.
Know your competitors,
know your competitors
strength and know
their weaknesses.
Have your eyes
on the treasure.
See the glory
that is to come.
Do whatever it
takes to win.
A dark heart can
never make it right.
Look towards the
west and hold
the sunset,
for the blood
of the strong,
the weak and
the innocent was
spilled on the sand
for the gold to be found.
Difficult struggles brings
defined and different results.
For proper response
to lack of results
to be enacted,
communication is
a prerequisite.
A taste of the
good life is our
purpose and common goal.
Achieving it requires
dedication and persistence,
patience and endurance.
To win against all
odds there must
be a purpose
greater than your breath.
Even though your
breath is still vital,
it is a purpose and
mandate worth risking.
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Within this space
of my happy place.

There, inside my heart
in my aloneness,
and solitude
in my quiet moments
and inner silence.

Within my heart,
in the stillness
of my soul,
i find the peace
that i seek.

As if my soul
touched the clouds
and the whole
universe shrinks
before my eyes
becoming one with me.

Of that which
i seek in myself,
i found in within.

Like the seed
within a fruit,
i now become.

And like a
ripe fruit that
fell off the tree,
i am.

Alone and ready
to sprout and
bloom in the
royal garden.

New amongst
the exotic plants,
i must blossom.

Among the
royal princes,
my regal rope,
i wore.

Seems i am
a verse in the
chapter of a
new book.

I blended and
subtly merged,
now tangled with
the galaxy.

I am now
the sun and
the moon and
the stars of
the universe.

I became the water,
penetrating into
all things.

I became the air
within the wind
floating in space.

I became
all things within
and without.

And in all
things i found
myself.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

It must be heaven
in your arms,
because I see heaven
in your eyes.
In your arms is
where I want to be,
closing my eyes
there is bliss and
it is healing for me,
I find solace and safety
in its tranquil transmutation.
It is comforting to have
you as my friend.
My heart knows peace with you.
Your words are soothing,
like a melodious
symphony orchestra,
it makes me feel so
much reassured and better.
Life, this life has no meaning
without you in it.
I'm so glad to have you in my world.
With you I desire nothing more,
for with your touch everything prospers,
with your presence everything blooms.
The sky is beautiful and brighter.
Thank you for sharing your life with me.
You choose me and truly gave everything,
not minding my idiosyncrasies and imperfections.
They all melted away by your presence.
With your magical touch like a genie,
you transmogrified my life,
I became a better person.
I say thank you for everything.
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Before it gets
too dark to see.

Would you do
something,
anything at all
to put on the light.

Darkness is fast
approaching,
even the light
of a firefly will do.

I don't know
what i don't know.

But if you know,
you know.

Before it gets
too dark to see.

Complexities and
confusion all around us.

Wailing,
groaning and crying
heard daily everywhere.

Even at day time,
it's getting dark,
too dark to see.

The soul is
weary from its toil
and exaction.

Slowly everything
crumbles in the
ashes of the struggle.

Everyone agrees that
it is time to
do something.

But i think
it is time
to light the
candles and pray
before it gets
too dark to see.

The people are
already grumpy and
groveling in the day
as if the darkness
just appeared.

It's not too late
to do something
before it gets
too dark to see.

Even the light
of the moon
at night and
the sun in
the day will cease.

All you need
is the glow
of the light within,
before it gets
too dark to see.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

I wished you were in the mall.
Laughing at the picture on the wall,
a protector in the war,
still standing strong in the world.
Likes to stand in my way,
carrying all the weight,
but I really don't have to wait.
I am just a dreamer,
a goodie jolly drummer.
Met a dream catcher,
named madam Fletcher
Caught between the lines,
but it could just be lies.
Wishing it would be true,
that she can walk through.
For who knows them better,
she likes to lick the butter.
I wonder how she manage,
to drive into the garage,
forgot I have some manner,
just to carry the banner,
tied her head with bandage,
she just loves the adage.
She has a dog named bingo,
that like to dance the tango.
She loves to dance the jingle,
and end up in a mingle.
Please get me that funnel,
and put it in the tunnel.
Loving all the fun,
and lay under the sun.
Out in the summer,
to play in the fauna.
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Haaaaaaa!!!
I awake suddenly to
see her looking at me,
Gazing intently watching me sleep,
Watching over me as an Angel would,
I smiled and went back to sleep,
Feeling secure and safe,
knowing that all is well.
My mother was here,
though she had passed beyond,
Her presence so intense and real,
Like days gone by,
I woke up still feeling her breath over me,
Yes,
I knew she's watching from
the world slightly beyond,
I am at peace because now
knowing that she's gone,
But didn't go anywhere,
She still watches from afar off.
My Mother.
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Don't raise me up
to make me what I'm not,
I can not stand it.
Bring me down to my level
so they won't see my nakedness.
I am on a different League,
called for this lonely path
you will never understand it
A path trodden only by the very few
I choose to follow.
Only the chosen follow it.
The wise follow it,
though it be lonely.
The weak and weary
cannot walk that path.
It is meant for only the courageous.
The ancient sages walked it
Our ancestors walked it.
There is a divine price tag
for anyone who wants
to follow the path.
Don't ask me to follow
your dreams for me,
it is only a dream.
Or follow your direction
to the unknown path,
you seldom knows the way.
I choose a different pathway,
For I hear a different
drummer from within,
Calling out to me.
I go the way of the ancients,
i will honor the call
and follow the inner path
for the strong pull of the
almighty draws me forth.
Yes,this path leads to the mountain top.
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What is this man,
Can you tell me?
Man is a spirit.
The spirit is man.
Man, the spirit.
The Spirit man.
Both are blended into
one spiritual force.
The spirit man is from above
and is heavenly,
while the man is physical
and is earthly.
This man and that man
lives in a physical body,
possessing the power of both
the upper world and the lower world.
Two different kingdoms infused into one.
Converged in his being are
complex and multiple nature and
thought patterns interwoven within
his mind in resonance to the
influence of the spirit man.
Both are infused
and encapsulated together
into one whole essence.
The spirit man becomes more in tuned
to the octaves and radiations
within the balanced rhythmic
interchange of the cosmic forces
and intuitively linked to both internal
and external wavelength.
The consciousness of the mind of man
recognizes this fact,
and dynamically helps you within
to live in harmonium when you find
the rhythm that balances and centres you. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Today i feel like an outcast,
that's how you made me feel.
I bare my heart out to you,
but you treated me without respect,
wounding my very fragile soul.
I can't raise my head to look at you.
For the shame i feel
engulfed and consume me.
You rejected my love
because of my past.
Broken into pieces
i bend to pick up what's left.
Am i a damaged good
that has no value?
Am i not worthy to be by your side?
I am now haunted by my past.
We are both guilty
of same accusations.
The difference is that i beared fruit
and you didn't.
You were aloof and a wanderer.
Though not all wanderers are lost.
You built a self-made
prison wall around yourself.
As if you are untouchable.
You fear what you want,
at same time want what you fear.
Who now shall deliver us from this pain.
We need each other to survive.
Come forward and surrender.
I want to conquer you.
©2017,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.

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.
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What is this thing
that you see
in my heart
that trips you
to fall to pieces.
I'm really not
that so cool,
you see.
I'm so broken
like a damaged good.
Maybe you can
fix and polish
my brokenness
with your mixture
of silver and gold
to make it glow
and shine like
the brightest star
in the firmament.
With your love
dancing in my heart,
i can come
alive again.
This pure sweetness
overtakes me with
alluring beauty.
Hope to love
once again is
restored.
This is what
my heart desires.
A selfless love
from an amazing heart
to an undeserved soul.
My heart will
definitely dance to
the music of love
from your soul.
I am no
longer lost,
for I'm found
by a beautiful soul
with a graceful heart
and a sweet alluring smile.
Now the new dawn
is finally here,
i arise with
love from within
like the sun.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Without words,
without noise,
your body can
still speak.
Beforehand as the
**** crows
the dawn came.
Between the day
and the night.
Before the day ends
and another begins.
Before the arrival
of the rain
that flows down
to the river.
From the road that
leads to the mountain
beyond the sea.
Between the tides
and the storm.
Within the spark
of lightening and
the sound of thunder.
Before the sunset
and the sunrise.
Without pause,
without a doubt,
between breathe,
in a heartbeat.
The choice made
takes you like the wind
to the middle of
your destiny.
But like the wind
I'll never be
far away from you.
I'll keep choosing you
even if the world ends:
for through the cortex
of your womb my mother,
the path of entrance
to the world became possible.
My mother,
I'll definitely choose you again.
Did you hear my thoughts,
my voiceless voice
crying within, mother.
©20201,Emeka Mokeme.

She came out of nowhere
into my life through the one
close to me for blood speak,
wanting the best for me.
Now I'm stuck to her heart,
glued to her love just like that.
Wondering where was
she all along.
But she came at the right time
to rescue the broken and fallen me.
Restore the lost hope
of my fragile heart.
Mend the brokenness
of my empty world.
Now I'm alive again.
Everything seems anew.
Deep calling the deep.
Can you hear the butterfly?
Could even hear the
grasshopper chirping.
The laughter of children
at the backyard,
so beautiful.
Seems as if I just woken up
after along slumber to face
the broken world afresh.
My heart is so grateful
for a time such as this.
Like a finger pointing to the moon,
you don't keep looking at the finger,
Or you will miss all
the heavenly glory.
This is the final chapter.
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