The celler door lead into the attic. If that makes sense.

og det var sådan en morgen
hvor solen strakte sig i hver en
strengformet sene
jeg kunne mærke sygdommen
havde forladt min krop
jeg lod aldrig tanker omkring
dit spindelvævssind gro fast
i længere tid, vidste det ville
sætte sig som ar på sjælen
den slags man påstår ikke kan
smitte ved berøring
den slags påstande jeg påstår
de forkerte mennesker har påstået
du gjorde mig mere syg end rask
rev celler i stykker og efterlod
bidemærker langs min rygsøjle
jeg græd oftere end jeg grinte
sommetider med tårer i øjnene
andre gange med metalsakse
i håret og øjne af granit
jeg glemte helt hvordan det var
at være alene
da du havde forladt min krop
jeg glemte helt, jeg var sindssyg

og det var sådan en morgen
hvor solen strakte sig i hver en
strengformet sene
jeg kunne mærke sygdommen
havde forladt min krop
jeg lod aldrig tanker omkring
dit spindelvævssind gro fast
i længere tid, vidste det ville
sætte sig som ar på sjælen
den slags man påstår ikke kan
smitte ved berøring
den slags påstande jeg påstår
de forkerte mennesker har påstået
du gjorde mig mere syg end rask
rev celler i stykker og efterlod
bidemærker langs min rygsøjle
jeg græd oftere end jeg grinte
sommetider med tårer i øjnene
andre gange med metalsakse
i håret og øjne af granit
jeg glemte helt hvordan det var
at være alene
da du havde forladt min krop
jeg glemte helt jeg var sindssyg

I'd like to say that I'am a warm fuzzy person
I'd like to say that this torture of waking up does'nt make me sick
I'd like to say that the sun makes me smile.
These would be lies
the dark amuses me
I enjoy dissapointing people
I get a kick out of manipulating
and controlling your thoughts and actions
I compromise your God
the sloth slow moving and never quick enough to fill my desires.
If the day would come where we meet face to face
I'd ask him to send me to purgatory where I belong
because I know I dont deserve him.
I pray in anger
I pray to him to fullfill my wants
I pray to him to make me wealthy
This is not proper prayer
This is not the way to talk to God they say.
The life that was ment for me
was of his making was it not
So why does he make me suffer with this talent of making people sick
to making people fear
to me always being in need of the next high
to me destroying, rebuilding, and destroying again?
Why does he send me in this tail spin
only to crash and burn
to have the demons of hell rip my limbs each evening?
Because of the secrets I hide from God and Others eyes
I toss and turn hoping my prayers will be answered
so I can be the person I was before
so I can be warm and fuzzy again
but the secrets I hide are not seen by your or Gods eyes
so How do I release these secrets without opening the eyes
of the world to my celler door?
Where the secrets have been waiting to see a light and to be freed to the upstairs living quarters to be with the rest of the family.
To be seen by your and Gods Eyes

fenix feather dipped in blood
signed on the dotted line
see it better quick in love
lied on those songs you write
it must take a lot of effort
too make that texture look fake behind those measures find a treasure you little spine collecter
I'm a guesser not a fortune teller scorpion seller orphan on welfare
torchered in the celler sources developers and I'm always letting her take the best of me story teller my faverite ingredients for the recipy mental telepathy extazy a mess of things letting me keep the key away from reach babygurl your never ganna be set free ****** me gently hurtig me tenderly a blurred memory that make the eckos scream no remedy dead asleep too stressed too keep a smile on go on ahead of me
if I dont respond u know I'm dead too be dont check too see and step beneath the deepst regions I used too believe in freedom like some believe in demons angel holding me while I bleed with weakness agree too see this before its finally gone always sleepless
forced on writing these songs while righting the wrongs
that help me respond and bestrong trying too keep on the right path
like a pesant forced too bites scraps
or the essence that makes you fight back on the right track
if u stay with me gurl ill make the night last
I'm giving you the world before you even had a chance too ask
I just hope u can understand the facts


I dont have let go if your holding my hand

og det var sådan en morgen
hvor solen strakte sig i hver en
strengformet sene
jeg kunne mærke sygdommen
havde forladt min krop
jeg lod aldrig tanker omkring
dit spindelvævssind gro fast
i længere tid, vidste det ville
sætte sig som ar på sjælen
den slags man påstår ikke kan
smitte ved berøring
den slags påstande jeg påstår
de forkerte mennesker har påstået
du gjorde mig mere syg end rask
rev celler i stykker og efterlod
bidemærker langs min rygsøjle
jeg græd oftere end jeg grinte
sommetider med tårer i øjnene
andre gange med metalsakse
i håret og øjne af granit
jeg glemte helt hvordan det var
at være alene
da du havde forladt min krop
jeg glemte helt jeg var sindssyg

hvilken stilstandsform har du? jeg er
opløst i vand
alle mine celler omringer mig

med mine dyrebare bloddråber
susende runt i invendige rør-systemer
arvæv beskytter sjælen

øjet, et objektiv, kiggende
glemmer sit blinde punkt
mine blinde vinkler

  et stillads af knogler
opbygget af ældgammelt
stjernestøv

vrimlende med knoglemarvs-håndværkere,
biologisk renovation

centralnervesystemet
dybdeborende, som kolde
fingre langs rygraden

hofteskålens svajende og
beskyttende hånd om mine
indre organer
     inderste organer

   reproduktive organer
      hormonelle tidevandsbølger

menstruationscyklusens dans

vi snakkede i kulden
til mine tanker frøs
jeg åbnede vinduet og bildte mig selv ind
at en sol ophedede mine knogler
nu er jeg kun mineraler
fodrer ensomme celler
du hang i mine øjnes inderlåg
så jeg blev træt
men aldrig af dig
huskede dig på at min krop ikke er dit hjem
men at du er en gæst

Endelig
Stilhed
Den absolutte følelse af ro,
af at være alene.
Med kun baggrundsstøj,
uendeligt langt væk.
Følelsen af selvindsigt,
af rolige, dybe åndedrag.
Men så
En kriblende følelse
Et mylder af kemiske reaktioner
Hele tiden, uden pause
Celler der deler sig
nervesignaler der bliver skudt rund
bakterier der på en gang destruerer og skaber
Utrætteligt og uforstyrret
fortsætter det
og det manifesterer sig alt sammen i tanker
en uendelig strøm
der drukner enhver form for stilhed
med et enkelt løfte om
aldrig at stoppe.

He speaks
with love as
if on fire
for her.
Waiting by the
corner of the
long road,
love has the
best gift for her,
gifted to the one
so broken,
not knowing that
love has
something so
beautiful to offer,
and now they
found each other.
Entangled,
their heart connects,
love captured and
consumed their souls.
Who said
there is no
longer love
for the aged.
Age is a
matter of the mind,
and if you don't mind,
it doesn't matter.
Like a package
wrapped and kept
in the arctic
to be opened
in due season,
she waited by faith.
Like an aged wine
in the wine celler,
matured and confident,
she will taste
and perform well on
the dining and
the other room.
And now their
hearts trapped as one
love blossomed forever.
As for you
who waits long,
loves gift will soon
exchange hands
and love will bloom.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

Touching the sky
A moment of heavenly cry
For joy
For love
For what dwells in the celler inside
Tell em that which you hide
That which is detrumental to mind.
I'll support you just know
It's important we ride.
Modern day bonny and clyde.
No speaking
Equals the demons
Extortion of pride.
So reach out. Speak
The core of your mind.
Believe you'll be open
To hope and devotion you find
It's a formula supported
By a life of debt.
To the Angel's who hide in your corner
Regret is blood loss.
Without being a donor.
Give out of love.
Fear not what was or will be.
But throw down the death
And enjoy mercy with me.