I am invisible
and invincible,
an unknown image,
known only with
my visible mask,
an invisible soul,
hidden behind the veil,
shrouded in the
cocoon called
the body,
peeping through
two tiny holes,
from the invisible.
And the one writing,
is invisible  
with an invisible heart,
penning the words
of the invisible thoughts,
flowing from the
invisible through the
cracks of the
invisible powerful mind.
An invisible soul
dwelling within
a sound visible body
with a sound
invisible mind,
doing the impossible
and great things
with giant strides
to influence and
impact my world.
I dominate and subdue
the oppressors and
adversaries with the
might of an invincible
invisible warrior.
I healed the
sick and afflicted
with the invisible and
powerful affection of
my invisible love
from my invisible heart.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

He quietly appears so many years have passed smelling the amazing greener then life grass a potent filled with magic the invisible man he passed.
Splendor in the grass

Ehh Oh yuck someone
abandoned you
On the runway
He Grilled walked in
fashionable late
The head of his
mansion

You needed to
tolerate
Oh! Chuck
Full of gas
shattered_
her mind
with scars coming
toward her
like glass

The wake-up call
The lady of
all envy
Winning
an Emmy
Adelle
We could
of had it all
Another name
Amy
For the love,
Of a ghost
Like the
Candy Man
Invisible man
from
Ireland

Something got posted
seductively
Blindfolded hosted
Designed into his
Money hand
Powdered substance
poisoned her

Invisible man
Her eyes got
Smoked like
Poison Ivy
In the Army now
Please too much
Attention of green
Arabian in the Nile
Miles and miles
Navy to be seen
He was colored blind
Different eye
Brown in one and blue
Something hatched

Matchmaker  Ghost rider
Fiddler on the roof
We need a story writer
Like a horse
without a hoof
To neigh the right
stuff

I Sir "Infinitely" so
"Existentially"
Remarkably
Divinely
Ghostwriter
Her words were
blank
She is so genuine
Every other day
He was mine
The quiet man
Super shy
Another try
Valentine's day +*

Writing but not seeing
I love you until this day
Quiescently being forced
he entered emerged
I love you let's get
engaged
Beg your pardon
was not her
To be loved so sorry to be
changed
Like a stale piece

Her niece vintage
furniture more love
and peace
Quietly operation
tugged
Someone got flagged
That blind man
faced
And looked into
the  quiet man
On someone's 
body
The smells
like Moms
perfume her
exact tune
New Jersey Patch reader
"The Catcher in the Rye"
To weird the movie
Carrie
School can be strange
A bucket list of water
down your head
She walked

The Quiet man lips
No small talk
Ghost post bed
Not even one star
could be heard
The gas lamp
she tripped
Out of sight

She saw a face not to
be described

So inhibited like
endangered
species

The invisible man
loved her
But got his
vengeance on
anyone
that was too near her
People wanted so
much to
be her
Her force
indescribable

When someone was
clear to see
Extremely well visible
she didn't care to
know them

Her nose on the tip
baking with flour
Ghostly the hostess
of the most
But feeling his
energy the invisible
the man was
courting her so challenging

New flame "Procreating"

Hemming her long skirt
Her diary innocence
Being on her side
but scheming
Disguise home staging
From the ridiculous to the
subline

Her address
Send forget me knots
street
Only blind
people are the kind
you want to find

SOS  surrender or out
The other S Soulmate
Ghost
Hailed the Mary
The Quiet Man
John Wayne

The laundromat
Mack the knife
Invisible man
Inked his whole life
Waynes world
Born to be wild

The other man
Hit the metal
heavy music
fan
Drenched so humid
He was the Murad

Triangle mess
Shopping at London
Harrods
Let's hear it for
the girls or ((Gods))
The magical channeling
TV on the blink
Went right on his computer
All the quiet man linked

He finger waved by the world
Guinness drinking Heineken
beer
The ghost rider
Got grilled called upon
By Ron
College kid playing
Rugby
The good bad and
the Ugly
Clint Eastwood
stretched them out
like Gumby
Western gunshot slinger
He couldn't see the
Ghost rider
the
blank stares
Perky Rabbit Hares
All the negatives got
burned
Exorcist's heads twist
and shout eyes healed
about

Climbing the Jacks
of the shinning
Nowhere in the beauty of
Her heart gleaming

Took a blindfold call felt
somewhere but where?
But I couldn't see blinded
by stars
Over the rainbow, the skies
weren't blue
Being stalked by
someone you know

By the greater impossible
love
To be silent like she was
invisible
So naive at time feeble

Without an honorable
love of fee
Gone with the winding
shopping spree
Disworthy and sneaky
but for being
who or answers
Doctor Who?
Invisible man what
could he do

He was so flavorful
well balanced
strong nursed her well
and sturdy
Quiet man thinking in his
beloved study

She was no goodie
magical shoes
The Ghostwriter
left invisible
clues
More Quiet time
Lemonade time affair of a
Ghost man
Like Hannah and her sisters
Woody if he could
But he is a **** good writer
The Movies of NewYork
I am proud to say
I come from
Brooklyn NY

If lips could talk
pouty
Sensing something but why?
Hans Christian Anderson
Quiet man playing softly but
Killing me easily through the
Blind sighted window

The widows
War Veterans
True Hero My dad
World War 2
Wifes lies and fibs
Quiet leads to invisible
Heller Keller was so
fortunate
Like Fate, she was
the real
Mccoy, she could light
anyone's smile
with joy
The barbecue next season
So many years to reason
More gun control
Be more visible to others
Mothers and brothers
Have a heart of soul


Only the strong keep the
  fight
Just keep on trucking
Grill them show them
What you could write
Perhaps it's cool to be the
Ghostwriter
Not everyone likes
To see the clear picture
What is really taken

So what if people cannot read us
Somehow we are all blind that's
OK its a miracle how other people
Can make it the beautiful day


Of the next groundhog day
He was loving to be invisible
He wanted to keep it that way
So deep set her eyes
to die
Somehow talk could be cheap
And the shepherd of love loads

of sheep, silence is the best sleep

All in someones head so lovingly deep

Invisible but remarkable to be the person
you want to be or let's really look closer
it's not always rosier.

My thoughts invisible
My words invisible until I put ink to paper
And even then they're still invisible
They're invisible to the people who can't read the meaning between the lines and the space between the words and letters
Sometimes they're invisible to me
Until after I read it myself
I can feel what other people mean when they write a poem or a story
I can imagine the imaginary happenings of a poem or story
I can hear the silent screams and see the useless scratches and crawls
I can see the darkness or the brightness of everything imagined
Everything invisible
The words you really want to say invisible
The actions you really want to take invisible
Everything invisible
Everything you don't do invisible to everyone except you
Everything I won't write burned into my mind until it hits pen to paper
Until it visible to everyone
You will never forget the visible nothings you did
You will never forget the invisible somethings you should have done

Most of my life I have been what every one wanted me to be.
I have been kind to many people. Sometimes too kind.
Other people in my life sit and talk with me about why do I do that when they just **** on me. It's the right thing to do...so I was taught.
A lot of people in my life don't understand me (hell I don't understand me). They get upset because they think I am bein used. Maybe so. But isn't that my choice if I choose to go back over and over again.?
I feel invisible when I do what everyone wants me to do. Yet when I do something that is kind hearted they all of the sudden see me just to stop by and say hey you do realize that your getting used or why do you have to get involved or my favorite don't those kids have parents. Why is helping someone such a bad thing?
Okay... Back to bein invisible!!!!
No one sees me, no one hears me, I wonder if they even care that I'm sitting and crying inside, that I'm sitting here hurting inside. That I'm sitting wondering what is so wrong with me.
You see I know what it like to be so down and out and no one there to listen to help to just see. So if I can help someone else out, see someone when they are hurting or just even listen to the tears pouring down there face then YES that is what I am going to do. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Yes I try very hard to treat others like I wanted to be treated. Life *****! Parents forget what it's like at that age. Friends they become convenient friends only around when they want something. Life and people are not perfect. Some times humans have pain. Pain that we don't see. The pain is invisible. So when I see someone that needs help I am there.  
Yet when I do Help I feel so invisible to the other people around me. My feelings are invisible to them. I slowly become invisible. Then when I stop at what makes me happy I still sometimes feel invisible.
They talk about how people use me to get what they want, others can't understand why I allow people to  manipulate me. How can I be so blind to what they are doing. Well my opinion is if you really think that I am that blinded that I don't see a twenty something person manipulating me then you are the one blinded.
My opinion doesn't matter I'm invisible.
Some days I really do think they all would be better off without me.
Oh wait I'm invisible it doesn't matter!

I am invisible.
When you observe the Earth from space,

I am invisible.
When you look over my country,

I am invisible.
When you scout my town,

I am invisible.
When you pass me on the street,

I am invisible.
When you gaze through my eyes,

I am invisible.
When you speak at me,

I am invisible.
When you hold me,

I am invisible.
When you have me under your sheets,

I am invisible.
When you say you love me,

I am invisible.
Can I exist if

I am invisible?
Should I?

Invisible
I feel invisible
Invisible to him
Invisible to them
Invisible to her
Invisible like an old, used sweater
Invisible like the breeze
Invisible like my unease
I feel invisible because no one notices me
No one
Except for you

The Invisible Man Walking

The invisible man walking down the street
Inhaling deeply and looking at the sky
The Invisible man, whom I could see and nobody else

The invisible man walking in slow motion
Gazing at the surroundings full of crowd
Everybody is chatting and laughing,
But could not comprehend his existence

I waved at him and he just smiled
That made me special and he was not surprised

The invisible man walking through the people
Watching the crowd and blinking the eyes
I could not see his shadow or the footfalls
In the gathering I lost his sights

The invisible man now walking in the woods
He was all alone and bursting with a thirst
Walking the lonely paths he came along a pond
He felt relieved and looked inside the pond

Blue clear water was so clam and relaxed
The water reflected his image, and man was shocked
The image of invisible man inside pond was mine, O! That invisible man was I...

Being Invisible

Why can't people see me?
Is the question I ask
Looking at me with their judgemental eyes
That look I despise

Being invisible walking through life
No one recognizes my pain and strife

Not opaque
Not even translucent
Just plain ole invisible–transparent

People look past me, through me
They just can’t see me
Taking my kindness for weakness
Mistaking my smile for meekness

Every single day I pray
God how much more can I take
Am I being punished for my past mistakes

Then, just like that, I open my eyes
Did I just dream I was invisible?
Was it just visual subconscious lies?

Could someone really be invisible?
I mean, is it even considerable?

Being invisible
To the seen it’s unseen
Can a person really be invisible?
Or does that only happen in an invisible person’s dreams?

Hey! Can you see me? I think I'm invisible...
Hey! Don't you hear me? I think I'm invisible...
Hey! Shouldn't you feel me? I think I'm invisible...
I'm talking to myself...I know I'm invisible...

What do you mean no one's reading this?
What do you mean no one's watching me write this?
What do you mean no one cares about this?
I'm still talking to myself...I know I'm invisible...

Doesn't everyone feel like this?
Doesn't everyone lose friends like this?
Doesn't everyone talk like this?
No one's answering...I know I'm invisible...

I thought all people were alone like this.
I thought all people saw things like this.
I thought all people were crazy like this.
I guess I'm just weird...and that's why I'm...

Invisible!