Passing by the
stone slap,
the heart leads
to the quiet
red beautiful roses
symbolizing love.
Dwelling in the
garden for a
moment just
to see her,
the fragrance
subtly spreads to
speak for me.
It baffles me
how much i
love to see
her face as
she peeps from
the little window
of the mansion
as she senses
my presence.
Love it is
that binds the
heart of those
who seeks it.
Nothing more ever
can change their
heart.
Both are blinded
by reason of love.
Their ears can
no longer even
hear the quacks
of the ducklings
or even the
grasshopper nearby.
As the deep
calls out to
the deep,
even so their
heart is closed to
common reasoning.
Inseparable and ready
to confront any
challenges unto death,
so are the
things love and
loving can
do to you.
Don't waste this
lifetime without love
accept it even
as a souvenir.
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And she said,
don't mind him,
he will soon
leave just like
the others.
And I asked her,
with all seriousness,
do you smoke,
and she said no.
I said to her,
smoke me like
a cigarette,
so I'll touch
your lips always
and never leave.
I want to be
your addiction,
so you'll never
have to quit.
Let me be yours,
your very own.
Wear me like
your perfume,
so I'll always
accompany you
to wherever you go.
Wear me like a
locket on your neck,
so I'll always feel
your heartbeat.
Put me on
like a hat
on your head,
so I will always
be your covering.
Let me stick like the
shoes on your feet,
to feel the burden
of every step
you take.
I want to be that
flowery gown you wear
to beautiful places so
I'll never have to leave
because I'm also
addicted to you too.
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Hot love is
like the African
catfish pepper soup
served hot.
With sweaty face,
nose dripping
and mouth gulping
noisily as you
savour with concentration
on the aromatic
delicious saucy savoury
watery dish.
So is the
display of love
between the two
lovers dealing with
themselves doing
the ultimate unspeakable
unimaginable things
which the mouth
cannot express
or utter.
You won't believe
you did that
after it's done,
only the memories
haunting you in
your aloneness
and silence.
Stealing smiles
as you glance
at each other
with eyes locked
in knowingness
with a secret
nod unseen.
The heart desires
joyfully and secretly
for more intimacy
with a loved one
like this one
again and again
doing the you
know what.
I'm not a
psychic or a clairvoyant,
but I can
see that smile
on your face.
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She just gave
me an astonishing
gift from the heart.
A gift of love,
so true.
A treasure worthy
to be embraced
with my soul.
A love to
be desired always.
I melted like
the ice cream
in a warm cup
in a hot sun.
What a fantastic
way to share
this beautiful moment.
It is really divine.
A gift of
self so heavenly
that I could
see the glory
of that love
in her eyes.
There is no
struggle but
a total yielding
of self to
her love.
I lay me
down in her
***** with her
arms wrapped
around me
in such a
comforting and
reassuring soothing way,
stroking my bald
head gently.
Her voice so soft
as she tells
stories of love.
I drifted a little bit
dreaming of
another place,
a realm beyond
this place.
Peaceful and Serene,
lovely and unspeakable,
and yes magical,
full of little kisses,
a little laughter,
and a little
soft whispers of love.
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In this water way,
the running man
encountered the
killing season saga.
A very bad and
disturbing difficult
sequel for him.
The Boss baby
created the space
between us.
There is a
ghost in the
shell inside the
castle on the rock.
This rock is
a hard place
to live or find peace,
it's for better or worse.
Traditional war brings
flashes of pain
from the power
they seek
by all means.
Black lightning
in the sky
signified danger
and is very scary,
they must pull
out of the game now
or face the calamity
with serious
consequences.
The three smart fools
were blinded by
their ignorance with
so much complicated
and dangerous ideas
in their forbidden den
inside the castle.
Web of lies coming
out of their mouths,
engulfed them with
corruption and confusion.
Betrayed by their
follies it became a
burden for them.
But they still defiantly
insist with their
own mistakes
and confusion.
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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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Tonight I saw the aliens
in their two spaceships,
flying so low across the
football field monitoring
the humans while they
play soccer.
I was also in the field
playing for my team.
They were transmitting
information gathered,
I could hear them talking
about what transpired at
the soccer field.
Their spacecraft move so
fast with shrilling jet noise,
maneuvering and turning
under the trees and rooftops
with perfect ease sliding
between the two walls of
the buildings.
People ran helter skelter.
But they persisted with their
spying on the individuals
they were interested to pick up.
At a twinkle of an eye as if they
have seen something,
made their landing so close
to the building and came out
of their craft beckoning on
me in particular.
Calling up only two persons
by name of which I was among,
asking if I will step into
the spaceship,
I didn't hesitate but said yes,
they stepped aside for me,
as I moved towards their craft
to gain entrance I woke up.
It was only a dream
but was it actually a dream,
I really don't know.
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I don't trust you
enough to open
the door to
my inner chamber.
I left you on
the portal of
my heart to
test your zeal.
I must learn
your dance steps
in order to
play with you.
The beats of
your drums,
i can't still
yet understand.
I can't just
open my confused
heart to you,
it is still sore
from the pain
of silvery dagger
that once pierced it.
Play your healing
flute well to
soothe my brokenness.
Dance but step softly
on those wounds
for it still hurts
so badly.
Maybe the wind
from your tender
soft steps will
bring healing on
its wings to
put out the heat
of the pain i feel.
Just a little press,
a little push forward
will gain you
enough entrance to
possess my heart.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Today i sat,
on a hedge,
watching the river
as it flows
down happily and
singing joyfully
to itself,
meandering quietly
unperturbed by
my presence.
With pride yet
ever so humble,
not threatening,
but with a
warning to be
mindful of what
i do next,
for i could die,
if I'm careless,
or live if
I'm careful.
As i watch
the river flow,
it dawned on me
that everyone and
all things with
everything are temporal.
Nothing that the
river picked up
on its way
was still,
all was constantly
carried and moving
along towards
the part of
their destiny,
not knowing where
the end will be.
You can see
their powerlessness
with no resistance
but with gladness
surrendered themselves.
Struggles are not
allowed but to
yield to nature,
for we command
nature only by
obeying her.
Everything in life
is temporary.
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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.
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When you feel lonely,
When everything seem to
stop and you feel lost,
When family and
friends walk out on you,
and you feel you
are alone in the world,
When no one smiles at you.
When sickness overtakes the body,
When things seems out of reach,
and cares infests your life.
Don't ever worry,Beloved.
There will be times like that.
Just find the courage
and time to go within
the silence of your
inner self and listen.
Listen,Beloved listen.
Listen to the voice
of the spirit within.
Behold,
he is standing there waiting.
Take care then
and look deeply within.
There,behold,
there he stands within the
luminous light waiting.
Take care to find
and meet this friend within,
for a friend you are
and should be to yourself.
When you finally meet
this great friend within.
He will take you into his
fold where you will be restored,
rejuvenated and healed.
Behold be of good cheer,
all is not lost,
be of cheer
and be encouraged.
Let your soul take
a bath in its splendour
and you will be forever
happy and all will be well.
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Take a deep
walk into
your feelings to
view the heart.
As if standing
on the shoulders
of a giant,
you can see
the valley of
your darkness and
beams of the
light of your rising.
Like the one
lying down at
the wheat field,
you can hear
the subtle walk
of the gazelles,
as if mimicking
the flutters of the
heart racing with
the pulsating and
rhythmic steady
beats of the
one in love.
Listening to music,
you will hear
the voices of
the beloved telling
the stories
of the heart.
Look beyond the
mountains and across
the sea to
see how aloof
and lonely your heart
feels when isolated
and marginalized.
Hidden within the
crevices of your
beautiful life
is everything you
ever needed to
really live,
if you really care
to find out.
Loving and living
your life fully,
without trying to
impress anyone
is all you ever need.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Call of
the spirit,
i heed.
Be alone,
alone be.
Don't let
my experience
be a
diabolical delusion
or dream
but adjectamenta
of your
richer graces.
Lowness and
debauchment be
far away
from me.
No debasement,
no debauchery
to engulf
my being.
Changed and
transformed,
is my
heart desire.
To be transmogrified,
the ultimate goal.
Grace received,
bliss to be.
Nothing more,
but beautiful life.
Love eternal.
Spirit divine,
shine forth.
You who
dwell between
the cherubim.
Eternal peace,
you give.
My heart,
at rest.
Grateful forever.
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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.
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A glimpse into
a lost soul
is unimaginably
a painful one
like a sore thumb.
Lost in a
twilight of an
oblivious zone
is this child
of love who
has lost the
will to live
and the way
back home.
Living in a
dual complex world.
Lost within a
self built wall
as if in a
self made iron
clad fence.
A prisoner in
shock and shambles,
living in *******.  
Gazing into the
air with a
glossy eye.
No one knows
what he's trying
to say or do
but in his
silence the eyes
speaks volumes.
How can he
be reached within
his solitude of
frightening calmness.
Even when you try,
as all you
get is silence.
His owl cry
cut through the
silence of his
wilderness as if
disturbed by
unsolicited intrusion.
While all he
needed is tender
loving care.
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Loving and caring,
living in love,
sharing with others
just a little
piece of you
in love.
That's all
there is in
this life.
Giving out
a love so pure
with joyful tenderness.
Everything you
give is yours,
it comes back
again in the
roundabout.
I want to
take off the
stars in the
sky for you,
for the gift
of your heart
means a lot to me.
Nothing ever
is more important
than your
relationship with
the people you
claim to love.
Everything in
life relates to
one another in
a beautiful way.
Even the ugly
side of your
relationship proofs
out our lives
and inability to
relate to each other.
Be a part
in raising the
vibration of love
in the world.
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I am the hunter,
the alpha lone wolf
roaring on a
full moon night.
Not minding the
stillness and silence
of the huge
forest and
deep danger lurking
in the darkness
but ready to hunt
the nights prey,
sniffed out your
hiding places.
Sounds of warning
i give out
before the chase.
Heed the warning,
run and live
or die in
your stubbornness.
I am the
alpha lone wolf,
captain of the park
of parks.
Not afraid
of the dark
for i blend
well with the
darkness under
the full moon.
Roaring to send
chills to all
who may hear.
My voice heard
from miles away,
drives the enemy
into hiding,
cowering in their
coven in fear
and confusion.
I am still coming,
to get you.
I am the
alpha lone wolf.
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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?
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There is still
hope for the
heart that trembles
because of helplessness.

There is no
amount of darkness
experienced that light
cannot defeat.

No matter how dark
the night becomes,
a flicker of light
sends it away.

There is no
crooked place
however deep that
water cannot penetrate.

Every tempest
however dreadful is
just for a moment.

There comes
a time in
our lives that
even the heart
gets tired in
fighting the enemy.

There is nothing
in this world
worthy of do
or die affair.

Every accomplishment
wears out and
the heart seeks
for another.

All the things
you hold dear
or think that matters
is just a figment
of your own imagination,
they all fizzle
out in time.

And at last,
you will find out
that the most
important thing
in your life
is relationships.

Those relationship you
never wanted
will be the same
corner stone of
your story that
makes up the
textures of your life.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

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.
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The universe and
the cosmic system
is always renewed daily
with the divine helpful
ability to heal and refresh
our bodies and all that
concerns us.
Absolutely nothing is ever
stagnant in nature.
The cloud changes itself to
beautiful sequences,
even the winds twirling and
turning in complex moves gives
freshness to change the weather
to sooth and calm our nerves.
A new door just opened up,
though old in nature.
Signifying a new way,
a new beginning unexplored,
untouched, untapped by man.
The beginning of a new dawn,
another phase of the day,
with a new law in place.
Subtly efficiently and effectively,
unshakable in its chores
and in synergy exacts its influence
powerfully in order to help our life
function without interruption.
You don't need any key but just a push.
A new door is here,but it's ever so old,
the door to your heart
with a new law on love engraved deeply
within it,
though so ancient but ever so modern.
Find it urgently please.
Would you?
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ANGEL BY THE RIVER BANK.
I saw the ancient winged one
Descending from the clouds
With his horn-like trumpet in his hand.
His sword sheathed in the
girdle around his waist.
He stood there within
the clouds as if by the river bank
looking down and watching.
As he stood majestically
in silence with solemn
calmness watching the world go by,
observing our acts,
and our follies.
Oh how I wish mankind
would change before
the trumpet sounds.
Opportunity is given
to remedy our lives
before he strikes out in anger
to our destructive ways.
Peradventure our
inward change genuinely
comes from within,
Our mind renewed,
Our relationship with
all creation improved,
Our downward living upgraded,
Our evil ways changed.
Maybe he will have pity
and show mercy.
Maybe he will forgive.
Maybe the ancient one
will turn away so that
our land will be blessed
and the people save from
the calamity about to befall them.
If our people only knew
what will soon happen.
Oh ancient one forgive our ignorance,
Forgive our unknowing i beg of you.
Plead on our behalf,
have mercy ancient one.
Don't judge my people out of anger.
Bring us out of this dilemma.
With your loving-kindness save us.
Help us out of this predicament lest
we be destroyed.
Have mercy on your children.
Even our Elders have fallen away,
and your children
scattered in disarray.
Don't forsake us.
Show us a new way.
Guide us to the path of
righteousness that we may live.
©®2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

The vague thoughts
of you in
my head is
definitely an illusion
of silly deception.
It's like a
deception of a
deluded one asked
to step into the
deep murky waters
just to retrieve
the slimy spit
of a loved one.
Like a man
who shaved
his beard off
and still wants
to wear it
on his head
as a souvenir.
Like a child
that saves his
tears on a jar
to be used
as an ointment.
Like something
you don't know
or understand
that mysteriously
pulls you back.
Like an uncanny
whirlwind that
blows at midday.
Like the sound
of an unseen feet
raising lots
of dust on
a lonely street.
It is a
terrible deception that
cannot be atoned
either in time
or eternity.
Like a foul
smelling ****
that can choke
even the fish
in the deepest waters.
I just want
to be myself,
not you.
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I want you
to love me loudly,
but no,
am not insecure
if you really
want to know.
Show yourself,
let me see
your heart.
Announce me
to the world.
But i learned
not to force anything,
conversations,
friendships,
relationships
attention,
and love.
Anything forced is
not just worth
fighting for,
whatever flows flows,
whatever crashes crashes.
It is what it is.
If you have
to leave anytime,
that is your choice
but letting you
walk away,
that will be
my choice.
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Now is there anything
we can't do to bring a better day.
The one that makes us smile,
Stronger, and Fulfilled,
Welcome today into your lives,
this is the day,
it is unique,
another day,
another time,
Another chance,
another opportunity,
Another way
to manifest ourselves
for our tomorrow.
A better day is that tomorrow.
The tomorrow that
we have never seen
with our optical eyes,
the mind has already raced to it,
hope for it,
Prepare for it,
see it.
From the trends of events now,
you can see the tomorrow that you seek.
For it must surely come to you.
A new beginning,
dawning wonderful beginning.
Welcome it with joy
and gladness in your heart.
Tomorrow is yours.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Why are you
even here,
since you can't
put your heart
in love with
me when you
have the chance.
Your heart already
knows the answer
to what you seek.
Don't mock me,
tease me,
whiplash me
with your
wicked words.
Don't shatter
the skies with
your ramblings,
i really can't
stand your smooth
fine lies.
You didn't notice,
i've moved on.
In case you
didn't know,
i'm now taken,
i belong
to the heart
of another.
I've passed
the stage of
no return.
This is exactly
where i belong
and want to be.
See you another time
in another place.
So long!
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The day I
saw you I just
knew there was
something so
good and special
about you.
It was a
cold beautiful
Friday morning.
You snuggled
on a couch
beside a fireplace
reading an African
poetry book.
Unaware of my
presence.
Unruffled by the
noise in the room.
It was dark and
drizzling with
thunderstorm
shattering the sky.
Only a flicker
and glow from
outside flashing
into our space.
Our host puts
on a symphony
orchestra by Mozart.
Who would have
thought that our
hearts and lives
would have merged
and blended together
by a piece of music
for a lifetime walk.
That beautiful music,
like a spell,
mysteriously and
unwittingly caused
magic to happen
that night.
There was a
thunderbolt and
our eyes met
as if there was
an internal pull
our hearts interlocked.
It was such a beautiful
unforgettable moment.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Our nation is
a living organism.
Alive with biochemical
pulsating cells.
Apoptosis,
a cell death
of our nation
are set and
already unwittingly
programmed.
Takes a
multicellular effect
if not checked.
Cell changes and
death is eminent.
Changes includes
blebbing,
cell shrinkage,
nuclear fragmentation,
chromatin condensation,
chromosomal
DNA fragmentation,
and global mRNA.
Apoptosis ,
a falling off occurs.
Our nation is
threatened and going
through same
process as above.
Our acts must
be put together.
There is a
suffocating,
crippling misery,
and destitution.
We are desperately
sliding both into
chaos and despondency.
We must get
out of this
cloud of frustration,
with a profound
physical presence of
sour people grieving
daily,
Don't let them
become too rotten
to infect everyone.
It may be
contagious.
All ships must
sail in one direction,
Or very soon
we all go down.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The blood is
the ink of life
where the blueprint
and secrets of
life are hidden,
flowing in your
veins like  
tributaries running
throughout your body
distributing life giving
energy force in
your being.
Vitalising the whole
system with ions
of vibrational sublime
subtle expression,
so full of spirituality.
Take care of
your body,
it's the only place
you have to live.
Impact the world
with your presence,
and your essence.
Sow and leave your
fingerprint in the world.
Plant seeds that will
bring forth good fruits.
Nurture your body
with utmost care,
support it and
pamper it with
so much love.
Entertain your body
for it is the
only castle where
your soul dwells.
There is no other,
no none like it.
Soak it with
your meditations,
exercise your body,
as well as your mind.
Take in breaths of
fresh air and water.
Spend time out
in the sun during
the day and the
moon at night,
watching the stars
glitter in the galaxy,
take in the beauty
of nature in your life
and appreciate with
Thanksgiving all it
has offered you.
Be happy with yourself.
Find meaning and
purpose in this life.
Listen,watch and pray,
keep your eyes to
the heavens.
Feed your body with
nature's natural food.
You'll be so glad
you did too.
With your abilities and
talents leave a mark
to be remembered
when you are gone.
And at the end yield
yourself to the call
of the divine with
gladness in your heart.
©2018,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.

A peep into
my heart will
tell you how much
you are loved.

Not a love feigned
or the one
that smolders.

A divine and
pure sweetness
that yield to
a ready heart.

The one ready
to shed a joyous tears.

A love oozing
a pure sweetness
of divine effulgence
and essence of pure love.

That is what
my heart desires.

If your cup
is not yet filled
by this,
you are not alive.

If you missed
its spring as
it passes by,
then you are
indeed dead.

If you don't
deep your self
in the source
of this river,
you won't be
baptize by the spirit.

If you are
not awakened by
the dawn of its morning,
you are not truly happy.

And you who dine
at the same supper,
will never be thirsty
or go hungry.

But let those
who never feel
it's presence yet,
be still allowed to sleep.

When your silence speaks,
then you are indeed
awake to its call.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

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

I am a
slave in forced
*** labour with a
crazy demon possess
freaking *****.
A slave in
bonds with a
Nymphomaniac.
Here I am,
his forced mistress,
a *** slave.
He lied to me
and lay with me,
my body he took
by force daily.  
I am her
slave in chains
and in pains,
a prisoner
pretending to love
a lunatic.
I can still
hear her groaning
and moaning like
an animal in
the other room,
while she waits
as i refreshed.
She's killing me
with her spells
and *** magic.
A slave to
a wild man.
A slave in
fetters,
locked up in
a *** dungeon,
abused daily.
But in my
soul i am free,
even though i
can't see the
day light or
the morning sun,
only a flicker
of light from
the doorway and
the incandescent of
the moon light
at night penetrating
through the cracks
of the window.
I am a
*** slave working
day and night,
but poorly fed
to satisfy the
wantonness of a
devilish man and  
a whorish woman,
insatiable in their
****** desires.
Their appetite for
*** is terrifying.
Only a demon
possess freaking
prince and princess
of the dark
can match their
strength.
Free me now,
i beg of you.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

It had to
be you I'm sure.
But i dare you
to leave,
for the love in
your heart won't
let you go away.
But once I love you,
would you stay
forever.
This love and
what I feel
is not a
casual encounter.
I am a
prisoner of love.
It's definitely divine
and deeper than
you think or
imagined.
For the fire
of love is
burning within
your heart
to sift you.
In your lost,
you found yourself.
I want to
disappear too and
be found with you,
for you conquered
your loss.
For the rainfall
must finally find
it's way to the
sea at last.
You are a sigh of
relief gone forth
to ease my
heart of the
pleasure of the
pressure of finding you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Natural expression
of burning love
exude from the
heart and engulfed
my soul with
such great force,
power and strength
with the ability
to overtake
my being and
override my
past mistakes
as it pleases.
With dexterousness,
thus pointing a
way towards a
new lifestyle,
with emotional warmth.
Like a beautiful
flower blossoming,
love sprouts again
in my heart.
But the cloud
of darkness
of the emotional
wound from the
past hurts that
still hovers is
healed but not forgotten.
Love is born again
in my heart
and the light
of love with
its exuberant life
has returned to
finally dwell in
its abandoned castle.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

In all these rising in status
why do i feel so small
as if i know nothing
Like I'm just a beginner
in the toil of life
Why do i feel so empty
as i watch my accolades
on the wall.
Like i really don't deserve them
I'm just a mole in the moment of time
Living a life of illusions
on which doors upon doors opens
before me as if it's not real
I'm toiling in vain to meet up
something that doesn't exist
I know somehow it's not real
but i just can't stop or help myself
Running a race to meet up another day I can't seem to reach
A day that can't be fulfilled
or be satisfied
All are just empty
I feel like one fetching water
with a basket
And ending up right just where I started
Going round and round in circles
When will all these end
It looks like the end is the beginning
and the beginning is the end
I really don't know
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Ask yourself:
Does your life
have enough meaning
to make others
see the beauty
inherent in you
to transform and
cause changes.
Ask yourself:
Do i have
the grace enough
to touch the heart
in trouble and
effect change.
Ask yourself:
Do i have compassion
to touch the wound
and hurts of others
with tenderness.
Ask yourself:
Am i mindful and
sensitive to others
of different opinions.
Ask yourself:
Am i thoughtful enough
to do the right thing.
Ask yourself:
Does my intent
and what i do,
in anyway become
a stumbling block
to my subordinates.
Ask yourself:
Is there joy,
ease and lightness
in what I'm doing.
Ask yourself:
Is there
enough love in
my heart to share.
Ask yourself:
Is there healing
in the words i speak.
Ask yourself:
Will my strenght be
strong enough to
carry another.
Ask yourself:
What benefit does it
give you when
you don't care
or can't share
whatever life has
given you.
Always remember that
you owe a debt
to the universe.
©2020,Emeka Mokeme.

As the scales
fell off,
you will begin
to see clearly
and differently
without the help
of a magnifier
or a binocular.
So many things
about this life
that didn't matter
or even existed but
only in the mind
have optical illusions.
They will surprise you
because you put
them up to
be important.
When you start
getting over
someone you loved,
you realise how
ordinary they were.
It was your
love that made
them special.
When the scales
fell off you
can now see
the ugliness of
those things you
thought were
so beautiful.
As the veil
is uncovered to
expose the intricacies
of the heart,
everything you
believe in will
crash in front
of you because
all you think
you know is
not as it is
or what you
think it is.
Be weary in
believing too quickly
in things of
flashy nature,
all that glitters
is not gold.
This world is
full of illusions
and plastic stuff.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Don't hold me
responsible for the
rainfall tonight,
it comes to
reveal how much
i hurt and
the way my
tears flows because
of my brokenness.
I am really
a fool being
the way i am.
For the rain
and the darkness
of the night
makes it impossible
to reach you.
I am still
standing at the
corner with the
thunderstorm in
the rain waiting
for you while
you stood
under the shade
of a tree
kissing another.
Do I blame
the rain for
coming down or
my heart for
foolishness or
you for not
loving me.
Should i blame
the thunderstorm
because i didn't
win her heart.
But there,
also standing in
the rain stranded,
is someone
calling out to me,
a stranger.
Maybe love has
finally arrived.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Like the one
submerged in the
cool river after
a long day
to cool off
and calm down,
so is the
harassed heart
soaked in bliss
after a quiet
time and aloneness
with the divine.
Refreshment of the
whole being relieves
the harsh burden
of the heart.
It regenerates the
soul in need
of solace.
Nothing can bring
succor to comfort
a heart in
distress than a
touch of love.
A heart filled
with joyful tenderness
can heal the
sorest wound,
and illuminate the
darkest places.
Even the underwater
cave rejoices in
it's tiniest flicker
of flame.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The ring on your
finger is mine,
given to you with
love for safe keep,
it's just there to
remind you of the
meaning of our union
and to prove our
love and friendship
to each other.
Reminds us of the
sacred oath we took
to love and to keep
each other for better
and for worse.
It is nothing but
just a gold ring.
But the true meaning
reside within the depths
of our hearts.
There you will
find the truth
and the treasure.
The heart is
the true gold,
it is where the
real gem is hidden.
No one but you
can give it away
to whosoever that
can keep it safe
in the treasure chest
of our hearts.
Wear it with love,
and cherish it with dignity.
Respect the true meaning
and adore the heart
you cling to with love.
Be thorough and be
satisfied by what it offers.
There is much more
in this life's journey
than the pleasures
of the moment.
You can find in
each other what
is missing in you.
Like the magnetic
resonance be clued
to one another.
With so much love
in your heart be
stable and faithful.
Be a true companion
to each other.
Love is greater and
truly beautiful.
©®2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes i feel
like I don't
know anything
about anything
of anything.
My mind becomes
blank and then
someone comes in
with reassuring and
soothing word
to ignite and
rekindle my soul
again with power,
of just words,
like they said,
iron sharpens iron.
In it is just
a word that
touch my core.
It's incredibly intimate,
I felt safe,
treasured and cared for.
It's like an
unexpected gift
i really wanted
and I feel
thrilled to get it.
Now I'm talking tough
with knee-**** reaction,
the very soundbyte
that is sweet
in the public ears.
It's a true
treasure with a
strength of purpose.
I returned with
grace and so
much love to share.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

It came like
a flash of
lightening,
as if the
whole world just
crashed over me,
like crushed eggs.
My heart melted
and i became
weak at the knees.
I was humbled
by that moment.
My heart was
lonely and i
needed solace and
a warm hug
to be comforted.
I needed someone
just to tell me
that it's going
to be okay.
The thoughts of
emptiness and
being alone overwhelmed
me as i looked
at the vast emptiness
without her presence
in my life
not minding
it was time
for her to go.
I was so
overpowered by the
sense of loss
that i couldn't even
remember to have
a meal or clean up
and groom myself.
I felt like
the walking dead,
numbed to my bones.
Today as i
looked back to
reflect on all
that occurred since
her demise.
My heart is
grateful for everything.
And i asked
the Almighty to
bless and keep her.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I know how
you deeply feel
about yourself.
Not too sure
of what and
who you really are.
A twist of
the mind is
sometimes so
confusing that
you won't believe
it yourself.
How do you
know that
you are who
you said you were.
Someone else
somewhere else
told someone
who he thinks
you are.
A person is
only a person
because another person
told them they were.
Supposing you are
more than what
they conjured up
that you were.
Have you ever
thought that you
are very deeply
different from anything
that they say
you were.
With an uncanny
feeling gnawing secretly
deep within your
subconscious mind
that you are
something more than
just a human.
Yes you are
right on that one.
You are an alien,
a space and earth man
wrapped up in one.
Yeah I know
what you are thinking.
Argue with yourself
until you leave
the earth suddenly
to your homeland.
See you at
the other side.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Today I just laughed at
myself for not noticing
the calamity about to
happen that day.
How could I not see
the poison hidden within
those fragrance of the flowers.
It is so funny how the thing
you wanted could destroy you.
The only thing I could do at this
point of discovery and awakening
is just to laugh.
But so grateful I stopped
myself on time and avoided the
sting from the thorns
of those deadly flowers.
How could I not see it.
I smell the flowers.
but deaf and dumb to its poison.
I will never forget this day,
it will burn into my bones.
Today is awesome,
filled with bliss and gratitude towards life.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

He came to
see her from
the ghettos.
But love is
a beautiful
thing to cast
away.
The ghetto soul
is still in him.
Ghetto sun shines
around him
but love is
stronger than death.
She likes the
rugged side of
him.
His shattered life
seems like a
scattered flowers
by the doorstep
of the ****** drunk.
He is still
a beautiful flower
in her vase.
Tenderly she watered
and nurtured him
back to life.
Her love holds
them together,
for she believes in him.
Her love dismantled
his brokenness,
he is now back
from the ghettos.
Recovered from a
down life and
polished with so
much love,
he is now a
man of honour,
well respected
and accepted.
Love now blooms.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

How can i ever
comfort you,
make you feel loved
again at this moment
of such great loss.
I want to touch and heal
your brokenness,
To take away your tears,
your pain,
your sadness,
I want to help you heal.
I know you want to be left alone,
Just let me be here
by your side in silence
To share with you this
broken-barenness of
such great sorrow.
I understand your predicament,
your confusion,
your hopelessness,
But I know i can never enter,
understand or know how
that makes you feel.
All i ask is for you to let
me touch you with this
balm of Gilead to soothe your pain,
your heartache
and to help you heal.
For surely everything heals in time.
My presence is all you need
even at this moment when
your heart refuse to be comforted.
Know for sure that
it is well with you my beloved.
Cheer up!!!
©®2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

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.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.