The whispers of
a lonely old man
heart rending words,
muttering,
sitting all alone
in the dark.
The small room
lighted only by
flicker of a
dim lampshade
on an old
soiled worn out
side table,
with a few
old books,
a writing pad
and a pencil.
His only companion
a parrot chatting
as if to
tell him to
speak louder.
A deafening silence
overshadowed by the
weariness of the
dark quiet room
made it a
bit scary.
The old man
nurtured with cereal
made by an
old dumb maid
living next door.
Loneliness had almost
consumed him,
except for the
sparkle in his
deep sunken
dark sad eyes.
His wrinkled face
full of wisdom,
smiling softly so
subtly as if
he had no care
in the world
at all,
but the secrets
of the sages
within him.
Such is the
heart God dwells.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

From my writings
you'll see the
beauty of my soul.
My life and heart
is bare and open.
You have a glimpse
into my life through
the words flowing
from the heart.
From my stories
you can envisage
the history of my life.
The cries of
my soul is wrought
and wrapped around
my words.
Understand me,
all you who
peeps into my world.
Don't judge me
for I'm not
answerable to you,
but browse with
an open mind.
for you cannot
do anything about it.
Absolutely nothing will
come out of your
analysis of me.
It is not
in you as man
to judge me.
It is not
your path
or your life.
As hard as
my life can be,
it is submerged
in love.
How can you
judge me when
you can't even
understand half
of what you see.
Be careful of
what you see,
for it may
carry a heavy price.
All that you
see are not
what it seem.
They are illusions.
©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.
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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.
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It is like a puzzle.
How do we survive
all these pressure
when we can't
put all the
pieces together
to solve it.
Can we resolve
this baffling puzzle.
We are now like a
disjointed figment
of a painful sore.
Pull yourself together
and do something
now that it is still
morning.
The clouds are
changing to announce
the approach of
the dark.
Even the owl calls out,
reminding you that
the night is here.
The silhouette of
their presence is
frightening.
Stealthy quite and
silent movements
in the dark beckoning
their arrival.
Waiting to strike a
deadly blow.
But already prepared
and waiting in ambush
are the few elect
special elite forces.
Taking the bull by
the horns,
they strike first and
solved the puzzle
that brought victory.
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The things i
do for you
i did for love.
Love is only
blind for the
one who did
not see your
inner radiance.
They didn't see
your worth because
of how dark
their hearts are.
They are truly
blind for real,
even though
you sparkle and
glitter like the
stars in the sky.
No darkness can
hide your irradiance,
for you shine
so bright like
that of the
solar radiancy.
The purity and
beauty of your
heart is so glaring
and comforting.
First time i
felt loved was
because of
your presence.
I wish i
was blind
for just a
moment so
I'll never see
rottenness but
your radiant beauty.
I will surprise
myself for the
things I'll do
just for love.
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I have climbed
down the rotten
ladder of confusion
and dismay.
And I've been
raised up also
to the highest
pinnacle and corridor
of power.
I've enjoyed
accolades and the
awards of honors.
My heart have
loved someone before
and lost because
i couldn't win
her beautiful heart.
I have also
been loved by
a tender heart.
I've known peace
and enjoyed serenity,
I've also been
horrendously tormented.
I have seen
beautiful and
unspeakable things
that will leave
you speechless.
I have survived
death by war
and by ill health,
by the hands
of people and
by accidents,
all left their
scars as witnesses
to tell their tales.
The lion man
is very good
at showing his
charm to subdue
and intimidate everyone
else into surrendering.
Power is taken
by force and
the forceful takes
it by force.
A gentleman never
had anything given
to him unless
grace is operational
in his life.
You may be
wise but poor,
know that no
matter how loud
your voice may sound,
no one may
ever hear you.
But in all
of these countless
years of experience,
the Almighty has
been very good
and kind to me.
And now
my mouth and
my heart is
forever so grateful.
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The happiest thing
in the world
is to have
you in my life.
Life favored me
with you and
i'm so grateful.
You are joy,
the golden ***
at the end
of the rainbow,
the sun in
my world.
You are that
*** of gold
worthy to be
guarded with might.
You are the
bubble of laughter
in the heart of
a beautiful soul,
a smile on
the mouth of
a babe.
That warm hug
in the midst
of a cold night.
You are like
a soothing word,
that comforts a
sad hurting soul.
The troubled heart
smiled again
because of you.
A beautiful music,
a symphony orchestra,
that flows out
of a joyful heart.
You are healing
from heaven with
a heart full of love.
I thank the Almighty
for a day of
bliss such as this.
The Angels  
gather for joy
on this beautiful night.
A day as today
will be remembered
through out eternity.
As long as
you are here
everything is alright.
For the light
in your eyes
and the sun
in your smile,
i celebrate you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This flower inside
my room is
beautiful and
the fragrance enticing.
But it's not
an indoor plant.
This flower is
not ordinary plant.
How did this flower
even get here.
Beautiful and fragile,
lovely and delicate.
How would I get
this flower out
of my room.
Can it survive
in a room all by itself.
Cannot handle
this flower all alone.
Seems like the
fragrance spreads
beautifully outside
the room.
My nostrils does
not resonates with
the fragrance,
but the flower
appeals only to
my eyes and
not my soul.
Even at this,
my heart aches and
hurts so bad,
for it cannot fully
open up to accept
the love of the
one who loves me.
She wants me but
I can never be with her.
My heart belongs
to another.
She is a beautiful
flower that belongs
to the outside garden,
not an indoor plant.
It can choke and
die inside the house
or it's poisonous pollen
will definitely destroy me.
Can someone,
anyone please take
it out of my way  
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Don't be wary of me
when I don't respond
and reciprocate
to your soul calling out
to me for love.
I can hear you
for deafness is not among
my many failings.
My heart may not be listening,
for it's not yet awake
and aware of the soul call
or capable of loving such a one
by reason of my brokenness.
Find a soul that can
tear down your broken heart,
replace it with his own
and crawl up in deep as
you can and be safe,
for this is Love.
Don't mess up what is so
important in your life just
because you are a little
unsure of who you are.
Our brokenness can be mended,
healed by bonding with the
ability of divine helpful hands.
For such is the beginning of
outpouring of the spirit drawing
the twin flames together binding
their souls as one.
Love must triumph over the mundane.
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The mountains
and the hills
in isolated places,
are ever bothered
by everyone,
disturbing their
solitude.
In their serenity
and calmness
they still tolerate
the encroachments
of the august visitors.
No one really
ever cares if
they needed you
to come visit.
The nature guardians
are all in
hiding in their
habitats because
of you strangers
interference in their abode.
Are the hills
too tired to
bother with your
mountain climbing.
Maybe that's
why it never
cared to move
as you crawl
all over it.
It's time to
stop and see
the fireworks.
Even it's brightness
are intriguing and
captivating as it
draws you
powerfully to itself,
but be mindful
as it lures you.
At least it's
making an effort
to show it's
exuberant prowess.
Be careful,
you might just
get burned.
But life,
this life belongs
to you.
Be careful of
what you seek
in the dark places
or you will
definitely find hell.
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Loneliness is here again,
smiling to my face to mock me.
It's presence is so chilling,
you can almost hear it's breath.
Sending the chills down my spine.
Who can take it away from me?
Connect me to the one who
has the power to
quiet my heart to this
overwhelming emptiness.
The pressure of it's presence
is almost consuming me.
It's foul breath stanching my nostrils
I almost choked.
I can feel it within wrapping
it's arms around me.
But the comfort of the
Holy Spirit can do wonders.
He is the only one
who settles all things.
His presence within heals.
The warmth of his unfolding
embrace is soothing,
he subtly nudged
this yoke away,
like the gate of brass,
breaking it's jaw with
his anointing presence.
This loneliness folded
his mat like the proverbial
Arabs in the lonely desert,
quietly in silence flee
with shame unnoticed
from my presence.
And now my heart is
eternally forever grateful.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.

I can tell you
for sure that
this mountain
you are carrying
you were only
supposed to climb.
Be humble you
won't last forever.
Is it not more
better to discard all
those things that
make you feel bad.
Life is too short to be
waisted on anger,
bitterness and hatred
for the people
you were supposed to love.
You can not be angry,
and have joy
at the same time.
Though they are not so far
away from each other,
they are both on
a different sphere.
Each can only touch
you by invitation.
And only you can get rid
of it in your life.
Never let it ruin
or gets the better of you.
©2018,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.

As we watch
the world change
before our very
eyes without
knowing and
understanding
what is really
going on.
In slow motion
like a movie,
it takes all of us
by surprise.
Slowly like the
anaconda creped
in for the ****.
Everyone seems
blind to see the
Thucydides trap.
We blink to it's  
brightness as it
shines before us.
The rising Nachi and
the dominant Ricaame,
now towards a
violent collision
no one wants.
The sun shines
so brightly and
the new world
order in place,
perfectly penetrating
into the socioeconomic
system of the world
with excellent smoothness.
We can summon
the common sense
and courage to avoid it.
Understanding power play
gives us the
reasons we as
citizens of the world
should understand and
challenge the power that be.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved

I know the one who
made my heart raced,
to palpitate uncontrollably,
to make me shake
as if I have a fever.
I know the feeling experienced.
Out of the world I roamed
the whole galaxy.
Time stood still,
wishing for it not to end.
For that touch
I will give anything.
Her warm embrace
is like heaven.
Her breathe as fresh as
the morning breeze of
a cool windy beach,
her skin so soft
with a fragrance like that
of a rose petal.
The soul that never
loved is lost,
it is only that kind
that lives in hell.
Sometimes life is
about risking everything
for a dream no one
can see but you.
You will never know
the real value of a moment until
it becomes a memory.
Right now I have some big,
happy, jump-in-the-air news for you,
my friendly lover and my most loveliest
friend is here.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Get well and bloom
again you that
withered like the
autumn tree waiting
for the winter to come.
But the winter is over,
where is your strength.
You still bow down
from the hurts of life.
I know the feeling
of your pain.
I see your struggle.
I see the hidden
strength from your roots.
I know you will overcome.
You are not that frail
and fragile.
You can sprout again
just like the tree
after the winter is passed.
Your season to rise
is here.
Just one bud is enough,
nature will take care of
the rest.
Behold another rain
is here to encourage
you to sprout.
Children are eagerly
waiting to play under
your stretched arms.
Summon your last
strength from the
mother earth and
breath again.
Recover from the
shock and hurts of life
and live again.
You are stronger than
you think or imagined.
Spread your arms
towards the sun,
it's the life giver.
Open your heart wide
enough to love again,
for this life is too short to
mourn over what is not
worthy of grief.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

What have you
done with the
ability and strength
and talents in
your care.
What did you do
with the space
and another chance
given to change
and redeem yourself.
The black hawk
hovered above in
the blue sky.
Reminding us
how to hover with
tenacity over the
things we do.
With determination
we press forward
to the mark
set before us.
Through dedication
we hunt down
and focus on
our target and
heartfelt desire.
Without eyes we
can't see anything.
To enjoy everything,
we must be
truly committed with
love.
Observant to the core.
We reach out
to the sky
because we want
to touch the moon.
We touch each
others life with
what we do
because we are
the builders.
Life come and go,
the future is
not long.
Time went by,
like the silent
years old.
We gracefully aged
with wrinkles as
the years quietly
and quickly visits,
to take us away.
What did you do
today with your
time and aloneness
with your family.
Are you still
playing the blame
game dear.
It's time to stop.
Every leaf that
grows will tell you:
what you sow
will bear fruit.
Therefore my friend,
sow nothing but Love.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Without a paddle,
the right paddle,
will there be a
perfect ride to a score.
The passengers surfers
but surely will survive.
Are you the guardians
of the galaxy or the earth.
How did you now become
the masters of the universe.
This bizarre impression,
this beautiful fantastic
notion with hidden figures
is impossible to fathom.
There are deadly secrets
lurking by the side
waiting to manifest.
Don't tell anyone they say,
but how can you not even
see their hidden presence.
Within you lies the power to
evade the tremendous impact
of their monstrous acts.
The tipping point is here to
turn around everything to
your advantage.
What you lose on the swing
you gain on the roundabout.
Deal or no deal there will
be a total wipe out.
When a snake is about to
swallow another snake,
there is always a battle,
but one has to die in order
for the other to live.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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

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.
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Today is so awesome and sublime,
Because you are in it,
because the sun shines,
Because the flowers bloom,
Because the birds are
singing their new song,
Because the butterflies
visits my garden,
Because the rain falls,
Because beautiful flowers grows
at the sides of the Brooke
which meanders
and finding its way around the
rock under the trees
in the mangrove forests.
Because everyone is smiling,
Because I heard the children laughing,
Because all things are beautiful,
Because of your love
the broken hearted
and the sick ones are healed,
And the ones who are bound are set free,
The needy and hungry are helped.
Because everything is working
out the way they should,
The good and not so good.
For all these my heart is grateful.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

She never really cared
but I was on fire for her.
Today I Stop setting myself
on fire for people who will sit back
and watch me burn.
Cruelty is wrought on her.
Pretending to be religious,
but wolf in sheep skin.
Tells the tale of all
the rich men she knows,
said she's not after material things,
Self-righteousness she carries about.
Known to all the men
of riches and influence.
None she settled down with.
Always giving excuses on
why she can't be with anyone.
She demands to be helped
on her own terms,
without sacrificing anything.
Life has a lot of lessons to teach,
she didn't learn anything
from the experience of living.
Life is about give and take.
What you sow, you reap.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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

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.

Do not be frightened
by the troubles all
around you for it will
surely go away
and put to rest.
My silence is not
to make your heart to
flutter and fret but
to be healed by bonding
through the power of love.
Life is much better when
there's lots of love in it.
It is good to dwell with
the one who will not choke
the budding feelings of love
sprouting within the
chamber of your heart.
To lavishly love you is my desire.
It is not trouble that I seek
but to share the peace
of my home.
My heart is the home where
my life starts and extends to you.
Wrapping you up with the warmth
of my love and tenderness of
my heart is all I want to do.
Giving it out to you is really good
for you mean more to me than
anything that I ever want.
Love triumphed.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Your tomorrow comes today now,
you created today yesterday,
you create your tomorrow today,
it's interestingly always in circles,
ever coming,
you can be in it now,
And if you can see it in your mind,
it's yours,
because you own the world.
If you make yourself
available and useful,
if you become relevant,
and sow into it,
you'll reap plenty.
Tomorrow does not give
anything to anyone who
doesn't contribute to it,
it will unwittingly
abandons the ones
who are not useful.
The ones who so
sorely complains didn't
know they have been bypassed,
they can't see their tomorrow
because they are no
longer contributors,
they are dropped and thrown out.
They are no longer relevant
until they upgrade themselves.
they so became bitter
without knowing that they
can return to greatness if only they can
work on themselves to
reclaim their groove back.
They can then come
from that position of
strength to win in their tomorrow.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Is it not
lovely to behold
graciousness in a
magnificent and
adorably enchanting and
passionately exquisite
lovable damsel.
It's supposed
to be a
golden time with
a remarkable
character of
elegance and beauty.
Adorned with
alluring smile,
with a beauty
as if stolen
from an Angel.
A rare gem like
a gift of heaven,
pure loveliness,
and breathtaking,
like a
soft melody of
a symphony orchestra,
you said.
But be careful,
she has a
sting of a
cobra and scorpion.
Like a sour
wine poisoned by
the venom of
a deadly snake.
But now i
have to retire
into the fortress,
my safe haven,
a deadly fly
just fell into
my glass of wine.
She is too
dangerous to love.
Only in Love
are Unity and
duality not in conflict.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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

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.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Nothing ever happens
or works out
or ends without
striving to struggle
making it thrive.
The entire universe
follows a proper
process to arrange
everything and
make all things
right for the
cosmic law fulfills.
The earth has
been given
us to excel
in a unique way,
filled with love
and blessings enough
for everyone by
grace to sustain us.
Negative manipulation
of it brings
disaster to our
doorstep.
Our footsteps are
so directed diligently
towards goodness
to avoid calamity.
How then can
we not make
meaning out of
the promised path.
Inconsequential and
irrelevant are your
notions when it
does not necessarily
take you to
the miraculous.
Can we necessarily
know exactly when
to do the
right thing.
You will know,
of course.
Just a thought.
War doesn't determine
who is right.
Only who is left.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. 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.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I  
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the framework
of my writing,
Inside my poetry,
words came out,
painting the parchment
with influx of indelible
words of living,
my heart speaks,
my fear speaks,
emotions speak,
and my soul speaks that which
the spirit utters,
my struggles are seen
through the window of the mind
that my heart opened.
My consciousness translates
the sacred words which
the God of my heart revealed.
The hand arranged into words
those things that are seen by the eyes.
Formed into words are impressions
the ears constantly gathers.
Words are powerful,
they are divinely coded symbols.
Mysteries are hidden in words
that are formed in the mind
and uttered by the mouth.
Words carries within it the seed
of the moment to sprout tomorrow.
There are treasury of thoughts within man.
Take heed of the words that comes out
of you for the tongue is a weapon that
can pierce the heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Love beauty and
an eternal sun shines
your way beautiful soul.
Within you Yehoshua is
all eternity made manifest.
Every word spoken by
you finds deep resonance
in my soul.
You are beautiful to the core.
You radiate like the morning sun,
for the glory of God is all over you.
The happiest thing in
the world is to be where you are.
With your presence I am alright.
Your unction in my life
is amazing and beautiful.
As true as the sunshine,
the heaven favors you.
All the Angels worship you,
even the stars of the firmament,
the trees of the forest joined to
sing of your glory Yehoshua.
Heaven and earth tremble
to your voice.
Nothing can stand to challenge
you for you are a man of war.
Absolutely nothing is impossible
for you.
You change the hidden course
of fate and set the captives free.
You show yourself in the things
not understood by mere men.
You do mighty things
and set every complex
and complicated things straight.
Even the wise are confused at your simplicity.
With grateful heart we celebrate you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved

A lesson on
looking and reading
the face as a book.
Be the one
you love
because all your
secrets and struggles,
everything about you
are not hidden
but written all
over your face.
Let's face the
book and find
out what is
going on with you.
I see the
world in
your face.
You feel the
world in
your heart.
You know the
warmth of love
in your soul.
You carry within
yourself the weight
and the burden,
the pain of
the whole universe
in your life.
The imprint of
the spirit is
linked to the
extraterrestrial.
Your face is
the mirror of
which every mood,
every thought and
all that you feel,
and every phase
of your very
life and experiences
are regularly registered.
Your likes and
your dislikes,
your sorrow and joy
are revealed.
Your contentment
and your distress
are shown to
the world.
Nothing ever that
is hidden within
or without in
your persona are
all shared by
your face and
encoded in your
physiognomical changes.
Your face is
indeed a true
facebook worth reading.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

By the lonely
corner of this
beautiful forest
i wish to live.

Where nature speaks,
where the solace
from the quietness
and silence of
this exotic place
run free.

Where the fairies
and the elementals
grant wishes.

Where the beauty
of solitude is displayed.

Here undisturbed,
the angels
came to dine.

At this lovely
lonesome moments
i rediscovered
my true self.

This is where
nature gives life
a meaning.

At this instant
in my aloneness
and quiet moments.

Profound revelations
are made,
ushering in a new dawn.

Henceforth let
no man disturb me.

I've found
the true gold,
the philosophers stone
within as promised.
©Emeka Mokeme.

Give yourself
a meaning because
you are the
meaning of true
meaning.
If only your
eyes saw souls
instead of bodies,
you will understand
the mystery of creation.
You will be amazed
how different your
ideals of beauty
would be,
because you will
see the incredible
impressive impact and
loveliness of inner
radiance of true beauty.
Even if for
a moment you
feel and quietly
listen to your
heart beat,
you would have
truly seen humanity.
Take your time
to look deeply
into the eyes of
one close to you,
reflected there is
the same anxiety
of that of every person.
Don't forget to
see the smile
of each individual,
it tells the
true story of
love and loneliness.
Invading your
neighbors vineyard
by force is
a terrible sign
of serious damage,
an incurable
stomachache and
a regrettable source
of eternal loss.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

The treasure is found
within our being,
not outside ourselves,
not in the sky,
not even in the
moon and sun or
anywhere in the galaxy,
or beneath the earth,
or in the castle
or any temple,
or any architectural
building of worship
built by man,
however grandeur and sacred,
adorned with gold or silver,
or in any secret place or caves,
but deep within ourselves.
Search within your shore,
to have access
to your humanness.
Dig within your heart,
explore the recess
of your mind,
diligently with love tend
the garden of your spirit.
From within you can
find the gem,
the true treasure,
that unspeakable elixir of life,
the center that balances you.
The light that shines
in your darkness
Only you can find it
in the long and lonely walk.
But at the end of the tunnel
of your darkness will
emerge the greater light.
©2018,2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Twisted,
That is the impression
my mind conceived of you.
The image I perceived
when I heard the words
from your mouth.
I have listened to your utterance
and I'm convinced you pitched
your tent with the devil.
You opened your mouth,
words came out but
they were of the evil one.
How did you even get there,
as a ruler of the people,
it beats my imagination.
You forced yourself in,
but you have no idea how to
handle affairs of the people.
There is no good in evil
for you are twisted in all
your dealings.
You **** the blood of your people,
as a modern vampire.
Blood is everywhere you stepped into.
You are really twisted because
you are jinxed.
Fear and blood is in the air.
The people are bleeding,
famished and sickly.
Nothing is left,
and nothing is right.
You ordered death for your people,
they drink suffering as water,
ethnic cleansing is like
sour wine offered to the people.
You are really twisted for sure.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

What is the truth.
Why is the truth naked
and lie all dressed up.
Most times I'm
so confused and
don't know anymore.
Is this abominable acts
******* of truths
or are we mentally
poisoned or is all this a
grand deception to
fool the naive.
Is not what we term
abomination a state of
the mind at a particular time
or a different perception of
a thing or group of things
done by someone or people.
There's so much
transformation witnessed all
around the world from
the ancient ancestral land
to this modern century.
Most things that are left out
are now classified and ruled
by their judgement as
an abomination.
Whatever may be an
abomination in some
nations are welcomed in
others as normal.
I am a nonconformist
and was labeled as a rebel.
Most things that I'm
endowed with naturally,
some may frown at and
seen as unacceptable.
Some people at some point
in their life time has visited
or will visit another nation
to behold what seems
unacceptable and can get
one ostracized or even killed
but it's an everyday
acceptable occurrences.
What is acceptable for you
may be unacceptable
to me or another.
Tolerance, temperance
and fortitude must be
our watchword.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Everything melts as
my heart speaks,
of love and
compassion.
Not of sadness
and pain but
of relief from
burden of pesky
unfortunate and
unsolicited approach
to close an
unclassified heart.
Secrets hidden within
are all out
in the open.
Even if a
piece of boundless
classified
heart is huge,
i can find you.
Because you are
my life.
Lost in the
paradise of love within.
Deserts are nothing
compared to
the huge expanse
of what is
inside the heart.
The heart never
yields to the
lukewarmness of
a dull soul,
for the fire
of the spirit
burns up everything
that sinks the heart
into the mud.
But as slippery
and fickle as
the heart is,
it must also
be consistent and
constant in this matter,
or everything will
crash by itself.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

He said its
complicated.
Uncomplicate it,
I told him.
Is it really
possible to get
beyond this complex
and difficult confusion.
It's all like
an amateur playing
the Cubic game.
As easy as it
seems to dance and
not forget the steps,
even so it is
to have a face
and still not well known.
The Excellence of the
Soul is Understanding,
for the Man
who Understands is
Conscious, devoted,
and already godlike.
Understanding the
complicated is not
that simple.
You need the mind
of a poet who
understands and interpret
what the mind sees
in the unconscious.
He will with ease
bring to the
conscious world all
the complicated complexities
for others to understand.
A poet dreams while awake,
and still awakens
within the dream to
uncomplicate the complicated.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I don't understand,
but the things
you do
baffles me.

I don't understand,
but my life
mirrors exactly
that same things
you do that
stuns me.

I don't understand,
but the darkness
of the secrets
hidden behind
those eyes
haunts me.

I don't understand,
but even the
cloud speaks
of your stunning
beauty and your
beautiful heart
that marvels me.  

I don't understand
why I don't
understand the
things i don't
understand,
that confuses me.

I don't understand,
but the sound
of your heart
reveals the secret
of the love
and the hurts
you feel at
this moment.

But understanding
is all i
ever needed to
understand what
i don't understand,
right now.

Be understanding
with all your
getting.
In it there
is no suffering.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

You disliked
to read and
hear the words
flowing from
my heart,
yet you just said
you loved me.
You don't like
what comes
out of me,
because it affects
you like wine.
But you claimed
I'm the world
to you and
love me as
yourself but you
never listened
to my soul.
Among those
who disliked,
and never
liked a prophet,
i count you
in their number.
My words pierced
the soul and
sing songs to your
spirit and your
heart trembled.
You are afraid
of what my words
will do to your mind.
You are scared
to be in love
with me and
my words.
You are so
flipped out and
can't show your
vulnerability.
You are so
annoyingly sensitive,
you can't feel
and love deeply.
Do not worry
about it,
i understand everything,
perfectly.
My poetry is
like a soothing
sound heard in
the middle of
the forest,
the flute of
the soul to
bring solace to
your tired body,
the muse of
the spirit to
comfort you.
Understand me
but don't struggle
with yourself,
i beg of you.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

On chain they did put me,
******* to the burglary protector,
handcuffed and battered.
Tortured and meant to be broken.
Poisoned but survived.
Marked for assassination,
and shot twice,
bullets flying around,
resilient and unflinching,
was ready to confront them.
Dead or alive I must choose one.
Must find a way out of this mess,
to escape was on my mind,
but how do I get out of here without
jeopardizing the lives of my family.
Courage summoned I revert to plan B,
the art of fighting without fighting.
Intelligence and wisdom must come into play.
Must outwit them to survive.
Cunning and craftiness must be used,
the uncanny ways of the spirit is amazing.
Become like water,
be flexible,
Yielding but still immovable.
Stealth in action but remain like the firefly.
Understanding their intent
and misdirected anger,
their aggression towards me was contained.
Tranquilized and overpowered,
their capture became imminent for
i am more than a conquerer,
for the greater one lives in me.
Today I stand here to testify of that victory against
the intruders and assassins with a grateful heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

In my hours of loneliness,
It is the love's unfolding dream
That lights up my life,
That purifies me,
And lift my soul higher,
To embrace the bliss that unfolds
Quietly in my being.
In stillness I absorb And abandon
Myself to it's splendour.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

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.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

Exploring the inner
mines of life
will exhaust you.
It needs calmness
and a deep
sense of serenity
to get beyond
the limits.
To dig within
the shores of
your mind and
your thoughts
takes a great
deal of your
strength.
Hidden away inside
you is that
stealth inner ability
to dare to do.
It takes a
lot to understand
and unlock what is
honest within you.
Our talents and
abilities lying dormant
can be cultivated
with resilience and
persistent pressure
and approach to
polish the hidden
gem within you.
Unlocking greatness
is a daily dose
of the spirit
unleashed with
mindfulness towards
breaking the boundaries
of your personal space.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I gazed at
the world with
a serene mind.
Just watched as
if i don't belong here.
But i let all
its worries wash
over me like
the unperturbed rock
by the side
of the river bank.
There all the
seagulls and penguin
comes to rest
and to find solace.
Amazing as the
whole world goes by
with or without you.
The world remembers
nothing of your
presence as you
passed on if
you never leave
your contributions behind.
They talk about
this man and
that man who
was born there.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.