It haunts us, we are scared of it.
But we spend a lot of time thinking about it.
We walk around wanting it.
It drives us, makes us passionate.
Ditch everything we know just to chase it.
Wake up the next morning hoping to revisit.

It is different for each person, and we try to make the most of it.
Next year we make a bunch of promises, and swear to it.
No more this, no more that, but more of it.
Finally be the person we want to be, get really fit.
Time passes by, we forget it.
Maybe next year we will regret it.

Once you look around, you will remember it.
Slow things down, take a glance, it will hit.
Every second counts, do not ever quit.
You only get it once, before you split.

It is called life, cherish it.

We want options but hate making choices.
Looking up to others waiting for their voices.
Easily swayed when someone claims.
This is the right one, no one to blame.

Dating, living, food it is all the same.
The abundance just makes it a game.
Who, what, where fits us best.
Giving up on the original moving onto the rest.

How to pick one and be happy.
When you are just another fish in the sea.
Not hunting for what you need.
Clouded by objects, luxuries.

They say lovebirds only need each other.
Fluff their feathers and stay together forever.
We are no different, no need for royalty.
Just make a decision and keep some loyalty.

People power people, and pick their equals.
Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real.
Whether we stand in a line, elections.
Decide who continues on, selection.

The rich become rich only from people’s contributions.
Using their products, services, or through admiration.
Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention.
Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation.

Scream, shout, acting strange in public.
Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic.
People become desperate, run out of options.
Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution.

Joker said it best, why so serious?
Wasting time on the small things, getting furious.
When you can turn it around, hear how they feel.
Truly care and help them heal.
Be a friendlier face, selfless.
To those hiding in their shells, helpless.

Maybe everything seems right for a while.
But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles.

Why so serious?
Smile

The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Understand humanity.
Endless possibilities.
Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?

Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.

Our fingers,
touch it the most.
We show it off,
ready to boast.
Depression, a mess,
when lost from our tips.
Rain or harm,
it must not slip.
Hold it close,
a protective grip.

It makes us smile,
forget the sorrows.
Temporarily glides,
us to tomorrow.

Helps with decisions,
remembers us.
Knows what we like,
what sets us apart.

We share with it,
experiences.
Everywhere,
the feel of it.


Your loved one,
or your phone.
The decision,
is yours to own.

What is it?
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Oh perfect one,
my rock of safety.
King of glory,
ancient of days.
My Lord and my God,
The Joy of Heaven.
May your light,
Be by my face
when I close my eyes.
May your light
and Divine effulgence
fill my being,
And Ever shine forth to
Illuminate my path ahead,
And lead me into
your atmosphere of miracles.
Direct my steps and
enshroud me with peace profound.
With gratitude and adoration,
I say;
You are more than enough for me.
May I be immersed deeply in your
Light,your life and your love,
Even now and always.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

when I began to write
poetry
all those years ago

I was amazed to find
that I even
had a voice.

It was a gift
that I never
hoped for.

I only shared light.

There is too much
darkness.

And then
little by little
I had to write
about the monsters
in the deep.

And my writing
got to be
unrecognizable.

Those couldn't be
my words.

Don't bury me
in a grave
in a big old box
I've known too much
darkness.

And so here I am
trying to balance
injury
with hope for a new future

That may be called
healing.

These past couple weeks it's been hard for me to sleep
These last couple weeks I've been up late at night counting sheep
These past couple nights when I close my eyes, tears begin to fall, I begin to weep
Tears that only my pillow knows, tears that rip only into the sheets
But when I do fall asleep, I dream
I dream of a tomorrow that's better than today
I dream of a place where my head, I could lay
I dream of a world where the skies aren't grey, I dream
Cause the grey skies mean it'll rain
From that rain I'll have no shelter, and my writings on the wall will all wash away
I dream of a world without tyrants, un-natural men
That claim to make their country great, but push the world to an end
I dream of a world without black or white, the color of man's skin
that make fright or fight
I dream of a world where the  color of my skin does not decide whether or not I win
I dream of a world where genetics does not decide the fate of my kin
I dream of a world where Cancer does not make people rot in their breast, brain or bone
I dream of a world where people don't brain-wash children from babies and make sure their seeds of hate and bigotry are sewn
I dream of a world with no more broken hearts, no more broken homes, no more lockin doors, no more cops patrollin, no more abusive words , or abusive touches, no more cancerous cells that'll take our loved ones.
But then my dreams end, and I wake up to my broken heart, and this broken world
To dream is to believe, and trust me I believe
That faith is the evidence of things unseen
But I don't just believe cause this is something I've seen
It's something that I know,
that from the ashes a new forest can grow
From the flood a new season came come, from whatever disaster you may be facing a new day day has begun.
So I rise from my defeat, blood boiling from the flames below my feet, and from the fire in my heart. Today is when I start this new era in my life, I refuse to live in strife, and to go sleep in pain, in tears.

sharp blades
cut thin ice
I am wrapped in a cocoon
showered in unconditional light

pitch black, led by street lights
I'm interlacing my soul
across the rink of memories
deathly blades below my childish toes

make one false move
and I drown
between the cracking waters
as my mother is pulling me out
blanketing warmth distances me
from the paralysing thought of the world

Then
They look at us and they call us crazy. They think we're a bit out of touch. What they fail to get is what we have gained, and what we would like to share with them so much. We accept what they call impossible, yet miracles happen everyday. We are taught to show mercy and kindness, but to stand with resolve and seek Justice. People ask us how we can live this way. To know the person of Jesus, is to begin to understand that we are never on our own, for our God has a master plan. When the world looks at us, what they really don't see. Is that because of what we believe, we have been forgiven and are set free.