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Chineze Jul 2020
When I remember all the people I knew that passed away.

I keep wondering; Were their spirits standing next to their bodies watching all the wailing and weeping ?

Were they saying.  "hey stop crying I can see you!. ..Can't you see me?. I'm here ...I've not left"

Were they tired of not being heard, couldn't stand the tears then started off a lonely walk into eternity?
or maybe they were escorted by a host of angels ?

These answers I do not know....

What I know for sure is.. no matter how frequent death visits, it sure hurts afresh like hell!
To the many candles of our loved ones that lit off on earth, I pray they keep shining forever in eternity!
Chineze Nov 2019
Perfection is a mirage and even in me cannot be found
Beneath these flaws and differences
Are the sounds of hearty laughters
And the memories of rapt listening with untainted smiles.
What more can a friend cherish and desire?
I still find a friend in you.
  Aug 2018 Chineze
uzzi obinna
I was lost in the darkness,
Overwhelmed by sadness,
Life lost its meaning,
And became depressing;

I was a terrible fool,
To think the thoughts are cool,
That says only you,
Can make me whole and new,

But i found a way,
Grew stronger everyday,
The darkness is over,
I've found another lover.
Chineze May 2018
I wanted to try again with the dying ember for a countless time
As I remembered there was nothing worth going back to,
The smoke ebbed and died.
Now I know I would never try again
Chineze Sep 2017
Honey, don't you think it's time you stop hurting yourself?
To all those hurting
  Aug 2016 Chineze
uzzi obinna
I have cried the tears of the distress,
Borne  the pain of the hurt,
Felt the loneliness of the bereaved,
And the agony of the distraught;

I have bled the blood of the pierced,
Borne the pain of the broken-hearted,
Endured the shame of the abused,
And the confusion of the disappointed;

A black cross inprinted on my back,
Wailings of little children haunt me,
Ashes of loved ones in my sack,
And many skulls and bones to bury;

Crows dominate my chapel at day,
And owls are my visitors at night,
Dragons parade the burning altar,
Bats above blur the moonlight;

Eyes that see in darkness- answer me,
My past unchanged but my future- re-design,
Illuminate the path way that lies ahead,
Give me a third eye and make me divine;

Find me before my throat is slit
The murderers of my loved ones visits,
They call out from the enchanted woods,
Prepared to tear me to innumerable pieces;

Take me to the lake and hang me,
Before the horrors of the dark prevail,
And the termites in my grave rejoice,
Let me drown in the sacred grail;

Let the witches wail in surprise,
When their cauldron becomes empty,
And their synagogues come to ruin,
While i rise to everlasting suprimacy.
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