Sometimes I sit and wonder
who would I want to be
if I weren't me?
Would I be that girl who always
accomplishes her goals?
Would I be that woman
who made it to the top?
But then I start to wonder,
to the top of what?

Sometimes I'll sit and daydream....
of something spectacular I want to do.
But I can never fully grasp
what that spectacular thing is.
I run from one dream to another
with no closure
and never really waking up
from the dream.

Sometimes I'll sit and think about
yesterday, or ten years ago... or twenty
and I question why I did the things I did.
Some events were easy,
some were difficult....
and I pat myself on the back
for making it
through those tough times.
Then I scold myself
for not accomplishing more
during the easy times.

But most of the time
I just worry a lot.
I worry about the future.
How will I ever afford to fully retire?
How will my children care
for an elderly mother?
How much longer will I live?

Sometimes I simply look around me
and drink in the here and now.
Sometimes I feel so full of love and joy I could burst!
So many things to be thankful for,
so many.

I know now that life goes by so quickly.
So lately when I sit and wonder about my life,
I think the best way I can spend the rest of it
is by simply thinking of others and doing for others.
Even some simple little thing
like bringing someone flowers,
or visiting someone lonely....
might just be the most important things
I can ever do with the rest of my life.

The fastest way to feel
or get hurt is through
the path of love,
though it is not threatening,
it only beckons the worthy ones.
It is a joy-pain road to the
miraculous and the mysterious.
The unknown forces of
the spirit divine is hidden within it.
Though fearful,
it is still safe and secure,
with the ability to heal
anything it touches.
Full of bliss and joyful tenderness,
intriguing and captivating.
It is a rock of offense,
if it hits you,
you just gotta fall,
and be in love,
it crushes and squeezes you,
so you can give all,
and when you fall on it,
you crash and fall in love.
I know the way to eldorado,
I know the way to Ionano,
I know the way to your soul,
Yes I know,
Believe me I know.
It is only through a heart
full of love,
a heart molded by love,  
a heart that can love again,
even when bruised
and broken by love.
A heart that can find love
in the unlovable places.
The heart that can forgive
the hurts however deep.
A heart that can pass
through the narrow gate.
The one that can believe
it can do the impossible.
The one who sees with
the eyes of God,
for God dwells in such heart.
Such a beautiful heart knows
the unexplainable mysteries of the
invisible road to the abode of love,
full of lovely memories,
memories that never want to let you go,
a little hug, a little kiss, and little gifts
are all a little something
that makes me want to cry,
wishing it would last forever.
Honor such a heart and soul
that can love you anyway.
Such heart has truly found God
for God is love.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Yolinda Young was from Yonkers.
She was plagued with a huge set of honkers.
  When Yolinda was sneezing
  it wasn't to pleasing
for the noise made Yolinda ge bonkers.

I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon