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 Dec 2018
Onoma
an electric blue forehead

wears a rusty-gold garland

of leaves.

age old in the youth of heaven...

no nearer to November than

this window to that sky.

or wisdom to that dye.

yet the view's pulled inward,

and the circle implodes.

only to marry the rim of a

brighter sun...scattering the

curiosities of leaves and birds.

glory's the tallest order, firmly

foundationless--with no height to

be taken by a season's standard.

fall on Fall...endear the bare to the

naked eye.
My heart breaks , each time that out of anger or rage .
That someone speaks death into another person life here.
My heart really breaks, when it goes even a step further.
That out of rage that they want someone to get murdered.
It is wrong for anyone to want to paid anyone to get ******.
There are so many evil people that profess to know Christ.
Yet they would **** anyone that would get in the way of their thinking.
Christ not only calls us to love our neighbors but also our enemies.
In other words He calls us to love everyone that we shall meet here.
{Praying that eyes shall become open.
 Dec 2018
Emeka Mokeme
Are you afraid
of losing me
or losing yourself
in your imagination.
Holding so tight
of the things
you claim to
love is obsession
and not love.
Free your spirit
to reclaim yourself.
To love is to
feel pain,
it is sometimes
painful.
It will even be
more painful if
you held on
so tight.
But love will
ease it of you.
You don't have
to suffer the pangs
of the bite of love
for i genuinely
love you.
But this love
brings you pain
when you
hold tight.
I can't breath
since you
won't let go.
Hold me gently,
i'm still yours.
Hold me
loosely and
you'll have
me forever.
No need to
suffocate what
you love by
holding so tight
or I die. .
Free me so
as to last.
Water me with
words of love
to sprout,
not to wither.
The love in
my heart is
just for you.
Respect and care,
is all I need.
I'm not a
toy or a piece
of possession.
Neither am i
a rubber stamp
you pick up
anytime you want
to stamp your
heart when
you need me.
I'm still yours
even in my
freedom.
What is the
essence of my
imprisonment in
your heart,
i'm not a
caged animal
but a soul
willing to share
my heart and
my love,
my life and
my essence with you.
But set me free
so I can be
like the butterfly
looking for flowers
to drink on
the nectar,
hovering around
you with
tremendous gladness.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
 Dec 2018
chimaera
The fall of the night.

A walk,
shades of fog,
scents of burning woods.

Winter is coming,
yes.

In my heart,
not a single line.

My singularity,
why have you deserted it?

Brushes of red goldness
devoured by a sky of dark.
27.11.2018
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