The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Close your eyes

Your world, not extending
beyond the soft quilt under
your skin, unending


Soft ripples of cloth, and picturesque seams
Nothing here but
You, me, the sky, and soft dreams

I'll reach up and take the stars from the sky
If only to lay them at your feet
to place them in your hands
to bring light into those glazed eyes
or give a glow to a world so bland

and each one would be folded
into a beautiful origami castle
I, the lord, and you, the vassal
Or perhaps me as the king
and you as a queen, whichever
My gentle playmate.. which one is better?

I'm a majestic creature of the sky
You're an empty-faced child on a quilt
Each star shall be used as a stepping stone
so I might meet you in the place I built


Let us meet, as lovers, or
at least equals
on this starry floor

In this life
we are sculpted down
to bone
burned to cinders
and our ash
tossed without regret
into the four winds

I wish I could live.
Be a man.
Find comfort in the sun.

But every cell in my body
revolts against time
cries out against the sun
speaks in tongues
for the sole purpose
of creating an outrage
against God.

Oh Lord!
How did you make us thus?
And why?
Above all
why?

We are made metal
and in the end
alloy with the sun.

Our breath is drawn
to fuel that fire
bring life to a boil
and
if luck prevails
to wake each morning
in comfort
and with a smile.

Perhaps the last sweet smile.

There is a storm within,
raging inside the head
and the heart cannot
describe or understand it.
The soul lay still and calm,
quietness and tranquility within
bears witness,
the inner conviction
strengthened and
set to win this battle.
There is a multi-choice
to choose from.
Make your move with boldness,
unless the mind really still can't
decide which way to go.
Deep-water horizon is in this
joint venture of the mind
and the spirit.
An escape plan must be hatched
or this would be the last frontier.
That's the funny thing about fate,
it pulls you out powerfully
towards the realm of your destiny.
The choice is now entirely yours
to be the cause of your freedom.
This freedom will get you through
to what you want today,
tomorrow and the future.
Nothing can stop you now.
The most important thing
is to be prepared and ready to
confront and take it back by force.
It has to be done the right way to win.
That's the lifestyle and struggles
of the furious.
Can you feel it within.
The inside of you knows.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

sand
nestled in
everywhere.
tiny pieces of
pain and happiness

i know.
this is what we choose

like a tide.
do you remain
when the moon shifts

tonight
hide me.
in the corner of your
smile.

tomorrow
just won't find us here.

A society lacking observation,
concentration,
too much confrontation,
temptation;
not enough collaboration,
reformation,
realization.