As long
        As she exists
            I will
                      Forever
                             Be
                                     KING.

Sometimes in
       Life
You wake up
  And you ask
         Yourself
Am I dreaming
       And if so
Please God
       Don’t
Allow me to wake-up
         Because
This dream of mine
   Feels just too
Good to be true
              Yet
I did woke up
     And realized
This dream of mine
      Was actually  
        My reality
             And
       My reality
              Is
Definitely something
          I deserve .

   I truly believe
           I
       Deserve
      A
        Beautiful
Sensitive
       Intelligent
Confident
          Sassy
      Loyal
           Passionate
       Humble
            Commutative
         Honest
              Professional
               Crazy
            For me
Kind of woman
        And
       Because
            Of
      You darling
               This
           Isn’t
                 A
            Dream
                 It
                      Is
           Our reality

The truth
        Is
Love doesn’t
  Recognize
All the artificial
Man made restriction
    We try to place
           On it

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love

there was a
      lantern
              perched in
                  my hand
                      and i was
      too afraid to
                           light it
                    yet the horrors
    in the road
        wasn't what
                terrified me,
            it was the destination ahead.
                        the light i held
              sought the
  road to
       illuminate
                 and yet
                       i just know
             it wasn't
                   the road
       i was taking
                nor could it be
          the roads
                     i will be passing...
                                it will be the road
              i take when
                            i finally decide
                                                to take a u-turn.    
with one foot down and a weary knee
                      thinking about
        every afternoon
             going to the 'right' garage
                      after strolling in the
                   wrong neighborhood
                             staring blankly
                                  at all the cities
              all the towns
all the villages
     all the blocks  
          all the intersections
               all the streets
                         in all garages
        that could've possibly been 'right'
                   and one that could've
              possibly been home
    possibly been hope
                         i park at the house.
          all i see is a
                one
             way
                  street
               stretching
                         forever
                             in front   
                               of me...
                               and the ride back home
                      so far away------
                                               finally
                                                   i
                                              found
                                                the
                                            reason
                                             to
                                       light
                                    up
                    the
way.

He dreamed of the silver rays of rain
Kissing the pallid thirst of the desert

He dreamed of a hectic, blue wind
Fluttering - with no sails on orange boats

He dreamed of the stars shining alone
Out of the somber dome of night

He dreamed of his imagination
Re-inventing a color to the sea

©LazharBouazzi (December 2, 2017)

The moon rose up
Late
Tonight.

Her face
A replica
Of Africa.

(C)LazharBouazzi, Tunisia

THE BROOM.
In bunch of the broom,
there is always one
or some that doesn't want to stay,
it always breaks off under pressure
or jumps out alone by itself as you sweep.
The ones that breaks off,
is like the words we utters,
once they are spoken
can never be recalled back,
they cause a lot of damages and problems.
The ones that always jump out of
the bunch is like the proverbial
black sheep of the house,
always rebellious,
even when you put them back,
they will always leave the family.
Check yourselves,
are you the broken one or the fallen one?
Ask your self where you are in
the scheme of things,
are you causing problems with your words
or rebellious and disobedient by your acts
and cant be tamed.
Are you among the formidable strength within the family that no outside force can threaten? The family is like a bunch of broom,
tied together they work in synergy
to fulfill their purpose.
Any family that stands together can withstand any adversaries that threatens their happiness.
The ones who don't,
will be dancing in the whirlwind with sand in their eyes.
Remember that anyone who cannot be counselled cannot be helped.
Get understanding.
Be wise.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

My pen is
not Don Quixote.
It is a brave warrior
just like Don Quixote but
different in battle field.
This my pen is a
General in the
people's army.
It never retreats
or surrenders,
a workaholic.
My pen can be
pesky at times
but not unruly,
and not really a gentleman,
it is an erratic genius.
A minister of peace,
a councillor in crisis,
an advocate in justice,
a passionate lover,
prophetic in utterances,
intuitive and psychic in nature,
it  reads and knows your mind.
My pen,
common but uncommon,
ordinary but extraordinary,
a two edged sword,
piercing the physical even
deeper and penetrating to the
dividing line of the breath of life
and the spirit and of joints
and marrows of the deepest
part of our nature,
exposing and sifting,
analysing and judging
the very thoughts
and purposes of the heart.
My pen is unique,
stealth in action,
a smooth talker,
loves to be held
and pampered.
It has no time to check time.
My pen,
this my pen is my friend.
A good company indeed.
A covert operator.

©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I wished you were in the mall.
Laughing at the picture on the wall,
a protector in the war,
still standing strong in the world.
Likes to stand in my way,
carrying all the weight,
but I really don't have to wait.
I am just a dreamer,
a goodie jolly drummer.
Met a dream catcher,
named madam Fletcher
Caught between the lines,
but it could just be lies.
Wishing it would be true,
that she can walk through.
For who knows them better,
she likes to lick the butter.
I wonder how she manage,
to drive into the garage,
forgot I have some manner,
just to carry the banner,
tied her head with bandage,
she just loves the adage.
She has a dog named bingo,
that like to dance the tango.
She loves to dance the jingle,
and end up in a mingle.
Please get me that funnel,
and put it in the tunnel.
Loving all the fun,
and lay under the sun.
Out in the summer,
to play in the fauna.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Unwittingly we walked away
from the beautiful path
of righteousness.
The path our forefathers in their
wisdom laid down for our benefits.
They left behind morals as a guide.
The path of the ancients,
where morals pave the way.
Respect and intelligence
walked together to light
the touch for moral
rearmament to flourish.
As custodians of this ancient path,
let us reinstitute and restore
morals back into our consciousness,
our homes, and our communities,
lest the moral decadence of
our societies will become our nightmare.
The generations to come will know peace
and our relationships improve.
Moral decadence like cancer is eating
the very roots of our family tree.
Corroding the very corners of our
homes like acid.
Eroding our lives with its virus.
It's venom is poisonous to our metabolism.
It is a terrible and unbearable headache.
With its choleric purging leaving our bowels empty of the most needed vitality.
Depleting us like the barren land the much needed ingredients for growth of our crops.
And like volcano it will explode in our faces.
It is like a grenade thrown into the crowd by children playing,
not knowing it will affect everyone.
Let us put in place respect,
morals and intelligence back to our homes.
That's exactly where to begin.
Let us begin again from the beginning.
With the restoration of moral rearmament,
our lives will have meaning again.
But it all begins with me,
as it begins with you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.