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

dreams stay with you
like a lovers voice calling
from across a crowded street

or an old friend that never leaves

in the darkest night
every bar stool is a wish
every robin sings a prayer
every drop of water sells a dream.

a pond or a puddle
add a thousand tears
spill a river into an ocean

in an outstretched hand I put a dollar.
he shoves it into his pocket.

the drop of water
There's something
light &
heavy
simple &
steady
I crave
I feel it in my bones
When it overcomes me like a wave
I'm shaking off these heavy stones

Carefully placing them on the shore
of the seas of my own mind
Hands sore
from carrying them here from where I find
them just like they are supposed
to be right here
and they might be the most
lovely signs of a lack of fear

I believe
I've quite the courage
Though this ocean speaks of retrieve
waves looking like familiars, not sure which

Feeling like one of the last unicorns
being forced into stormy waters
by an angry red bull and it's sharpened horns
a tide that speaks of forgotten daughters

Lost their hope of escaping
but in this hidden place
I found a chance for reshaping
standing tall in the face
of my crimson enemy
holding me in a sea of longing
winds whispering of a remedy
I cast myself in a place of belonging

And take these shores
with it's many stones
I'll come without anger or remorse
to feel it in my bones
~
Sleepy, rest your head
Shh, don't regret
All that you met
~
Along a rocky road
I know right now there's a lump in your throat
a sea full of tears, you stuck on a boat
~
This boat will keep you safe, I promise
Close your tired eyes, there's nothing to miss
the arms to hold you were never supposed to be his
~
Don't worry now, sleep off your yesterdays
Lie silently in comfort and dream of simpler ways
Dream of softness and love that stays
~
The dream is wonderful
but empty
until filled up, til it's full
filled with the idea of you
Love is like an avalanche
what a beautiful word for a disaster
how willingly we work on our own sabotage
Aren't we just the most silly creatures?
Feeling for another, one of our most valued features
Feeling recklessly even if something breaks
never stopping no matter how high the stakes

Snow came for me eventually
covering me up completely
For I am loved momentarily
maybe
I am frozen in place
waiting for spring
to sip on sweet juices once again
to leave on your chest nothing but flowers
I wait and count the hours
til the avalanche comes for me and devours
all that is in me
I feel the euphoric,
But bittersweet bliss,

Like a long, slow, soft kiss.

As i write the words
That cannot pass my lips.

I break free
My soul's silence,
Obscuring the light
From one celestial body
By the passage of another--
My written word is an eclipse.

Between my words and the observer,
I acknowledge pride in my muse--
The aiding source of illumination -
Until the light completely dips.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018
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