I do not write solely for expression.
I write to be known and heard.
I write to be felt and feared.
I pour truth out like water and ask you to take a sip.
There is no shame.

He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.

There's more to suicide than what we think it is.
It's not just unanswered questions,
sometimes, it's unasked ones.

If you can't see
anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
(I see my big blue eyes lol)
but just
stare a little longer
because there is something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
"they are wrong"
For only you
will ever know your worth
so stare a little longer
because
"they are wrong"

In some crazy way
like  being loved
Poetry  gives me
Strength and
Motivation
at times it’s
all I  have
It’s where
I escaped
It’s Where I
feel right at home  
my happy
state of mind
Where I take
my mental
Essence to
a higher plateau
Where words
becomes Arts
Never ceased
to amazed
Let the ink
dance  with
my mind  
Tango enlightenment
Impossible to avoid
ink splattered
all over
my thoughts
It’s like swimming
In the  Black Sea
with full consent
into a black hole
Impossible to
let go
Orientation put
me into a dazed
But not for long
anticipating
memory fades
Ruined  expressions
like mind on fire
seeking for the  river
Put words together
analyzed all
the dance strides
my ink had taken
Scrutinized  
what It all means
and make sense
      of it all
Nevertheless
keep my insanity
Is The duel
being  fought
Enduringly
into the abyss of
The poetic  mind

I looked beyond your
eyes to see you,
the real you hidden
behind that face,
for your eyes are
the windows of your essence,
doors to your soul,
showing the brightness within
or the darkness of your heart.
I can see your hurts,
feel your pain
and darkness within.
I know from the lines on your face,
the rigours life has left there.
I listen to what you are saying,
but I listened more to
what you are not saying.
I watched you smile
and I see the pain you are hiding,
and the height of your joy.
How can I make you feel better,
to remove that mask you put on.
Is it not by sharing generously
that which my heart with love can give.
I would like to bring the balm of Gilead
to heal this brokenness within you.
You need the touch of heaven
to surround you.
So much love is available always
to sustain you.
Hold on to this with your heart,
for the beauty of heaven within
must shine forth to comfort you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

A helpful hand and a smiling face’s
Far more loving than beauty and grace.
Kind words will sweep away a person’s anger,
Hard words will surely cause more danger.

A smiling face is like the moon;
An angry face’s hotter than noon.
Let not beauty, let not grace,
But only love be on your face!

Laughter is the best medicine, I've heard it said
So don't take a pill, laugh a little instead
Laugh with the world or laugh at yourself
Laughter isn't a medicine that expires on the shelf

Tell a silly story or a really good joke
You don't know whose laughter your bound to provoke
even a giggle goes a long way
When you're feeling down and are having a bad day

When you don't know what to do, cause your life is a mess
Laugh really loud to deal with the stress
So laughter is the medicine that I recommend
Remember that things workout in the end

Forget the ***** and enjoy the laughter
Then you won't wake up with a hangover the day after
I'll live my life and laugh all I can
Cause I'm laughter's number one fan

that over millenia
major religions have advocated peace
their adherents have been slaughtering each other    
     supposedly in the name of their assorted gods
more than any other known species

why is it
that in my maturity
(which people usually call old age ...)
I‘m getting so *******
with politicians who seem not to see
the obvious solution to a problem
but find elaborate fake excuses
just so they can get re-elected

why is it
that for Europe it‘s so difficult
to find a way for refugees to be accepted
with respect and  dignity

why is it
that the USA apparently forgets it‘s been the country
living off its (il)legal immigrants for centuries
and now simply ignores the words
they put onto their Statue of Liberty

why is it?!??