Oh be quiet,
and listen,
did you hear
the steps of tiptoe,
like someone just
entered my inner space.
Be quiet now,
I bet you didn't hear
the whispers of my muse.
Generous words he says to
calm the shattered nerves
of my restless soul.
Like the gratifying
sweet soothing wine,
an elixir to heal
your brokenness.
Like the mouth
watering flavor of
a rare nacter
in a beautiful gold chalice
trimmed with silver.
Like a warm chocolate
dripping from a lovers mouth.
Like the aroma
of ylang ylang and
lavender oil on a lovers body
seducing your senses,
so are the sweet words
of my muse whispering
in my ears.
Dripping like thick juice
from a honey comb
into the mouth
of a ready heart.
The words making magic
in my mind as
I write them down
in my parchment
for you to read.
Can you hear
the muse whispering
as he steps out
of the sunset on
a spiders web waiting
to ride the moon.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.

For I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand at the later
day upon the earth.
I am the way,
the truth and the life,
no man cometh onto the father but by me.
I am purified,
I have passed through
the gates of darkness unto light.
I have fought upon earth for good,
I have finished my work,
I have entered the invisible.
I am the sun in his rising.
I have passed through
the hour of cloud and of night.
I am Spirit,
the concealed one,
the justified one.
I am The Lord of life triumphant over death,
there's no part of me that is not of God.
I am the preparer of the way,
the rescuer into the light.
Out of the darkness let that light arise.
Before I was blind but now I see.
I am the reconciler with the ineffable.
I am the dweller of the invisible.
Let the white brilliance of
the Divine Spirit descend.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

I must be crazy,
for the thoughts
rushing into
my head will **** me.
They can make me mad.
I'm afraid of me.
Is this the way of the poets?
I think we are all crazy.
Walking around with our clothes on
but really mad.
These thoughts are bizarre,
crazy in their pattern,
unfolding in my head
in such crazy ways,
makes me feel weird.
I think the problem of
my problem is the problem.
I really don't know where all
those thoughts are coming from.
I see them coming,
I can hear them,
whispering in my head
so loud as if my eardrums will burst.
I want to close my ears from
their pesky rumblings,
but I can't because they are coming from a different sphere
and can't be stopped.
I hear their footsteps matching
down my spine.
I feel their breath on my shoulders,
so close for comfort.
Can you hear them too?
I must be crazy.
I am.
I am!!
I am?
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

If you are a star
I would tie you
to my soul,
for my heart is
so grateful for
what you are to me,
the queen of my castle.
Do you know why
I love you so very
much my beloved.
Because you left
heaven for just a
humble soul like me,
you never followed
a king or the affluent,
not even the rich or
the wealthy have you
given your heart or
perched on any castle
or mansion of the
most powerful
and for that my heart is
forever so grateful
for your love.
I'm so glad you stuck
with me.
You are amazing.
You graced my heart
with so much love
and made it your home,
even with all my follies
and idiosyncrasies.
Now I'm enthroned in this
earthly tabernacle as a king.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the calmness
of my quiet moments
I can sense the solitude
calling out to me with urgency,
quietly taking over my being.
It seems as if the depth
of the oblivion force reaches
out with a pull so powerfully
impressed into my being
with deafening calmness,
so beautifully filled with bliss.
This calmness of the Spirit
magnificently engulfed my being
and so majestically
my heart resonates with
joyful tenderness to its call.
Its unction pressed so subtly
upon my consciousness
with its signature of profound Peace.
I am the preferred elect-priest,
worthy and accepted
The beloved hierophant
triumphant one.
Holding out the
sceptre of righteousness.
Walking in faith, love and victory,
for the help of the almighty
guide and guards me.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.

I want to get out of here
To where I can be at peace
How do I get there though
I really don't know
But unicorn ride will take me there
Where am l going really
I do not know actually
But I know i want out of this place
Ahaaa!!! See my unicorn ride coming with the elf's.
Am carried away majestically as if am dreaming
Paradise is no longer lost,
I found it within.
Come let's take a ride to Eldorado.
Another place, another time.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

What is this thing
that you see
in my heart
that trips you
to fall to pieces.
I'm really not
that so cool,
you see.
I'm so broken
like a damaged good.
Maybe you can
fix and polish
my brokenness
with your mixture
of silver and gold
to make it glow
and shine like
the brightest star
in the firmament.
With your love
dancing in my heart,
i can come
alive again.
This pure sweetness
overtakes me with
alluring beauty.
Hope to love
once again is
restored.
This is what
my heart desires.
A selfless love
from an amazing heart
to an undeserved soul.
My heart will
definitely dance to
the music of love
from your soul.
I am no
longer lost,
for I'm found
by a beautiful soul
with a graceful heart
and a sweet alluring smile.
Now the new dawn
is finally here,
i arise with
love from within
like the sun.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

All the idiosyncrasies around
your life may surprise you,
they bound you
with such a vigour
that you wonder how
they come to be.
Unwittingly not knowing
that you created them.
The rest of your life
is been shaped right now.
The choices you made,
with the dreams you chase,
with the consequences
of the life you choose to live are
definitely decided
at this moment
by whatever you
are doing right now.
The words you uttered,
The actions you take,
The habits you formed,
The choices you made,
and the person you decide to be,
Is been decided right now
by the choices you choose.
And to a great extent,
the people whom you choose
to associate with,
influence the direction of your life.
Be mindful of the
choices you make,
The words that comes
from your mouth,
That action you want to take,
The friends you keep,
The things you let
and allowed into your life.
They can make or damage you.
Filter and process them
before you act on them.
At the end of it all
your life will turn out better,
amiable and grounded.
Make the right choice,
Do the right thing.
©® Emeka Mokeme.2017,All rights reserved.

Be very afraid.
Its just beginning.
East,west,north or south,
Different paths,
Not the same destination,
and not the same in anything.
We don't see eye to eye,
We don't agree in anything.
Your aggressive nature ruins
my life.
The lives of my
children matters.
The lives of children yet
unborn very vital.
My brothers lives,
My sisters lives,
Mothers and fathers,
Young and old,
We are destined to be here
as a people.
We settled here long before
you forced me to join you.
This merger is not
beneficial to my survival.
Now I have become an
unnecessary annoyance to you.
I only ask that you let me be.
I ask that you give
me space to develop,
I only ask that you give
me room to breathe.
I want to be left alone in
my geographical home.
Understand me I beg of you.
I need not to be annihilated,
Or brutalised by your
warmongering heroes.
Your aggression towards
my people is uncalled for
and unnecessary.
I demand a peaceful solution
to resolve this assault on my land.
There is no victory amidst ruins and ashes.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Yesterday I had thought
about tomorrow.
Today I have some big
plans for tomorrow.
Now that it is here,
I'm still not fully
prepared for it,
for this tomorrow can
never be filled.
No one has ever lived
or stepped into tomorrow
or even beyond it,
but we all are carriers of tomorrow's
seed with great potentials.
We can but only envision,
dream of it,
plan and plan
but never really satisfied.
It is funny how people
struggle for it,
instead of just living for today.
Our lives has meaning if we can
but only live for this
moment here and now.
In living for just today
we fully enjoy what it has to offer
just for this moment.
There will be no tomorrow
for anyone who has not sowed
any seed into it today,
for such a one will
only meet a farrow and
barren land with no crops to harvest.
Work diligently with
all your might to make today
the best day ever.
As an important part of your life,
just live for today,
that is why it is here to meet you.
Enjoy it fully for it is yours.
The tomorrow you wait for may never come,
by reason of the long absence,
death could carry us away,
but today is here now at this moment,
welcome it with joy in your heart.
Cultivate in it and sow in it,
and the dividends will satisfy you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within the depths
on the side of life,
within the core
of your mind,
you are a part
of the divine love.
Infused within our
heart to commune
with the highest,
shared with joy,
the tenderness of
its bliss.
Pure in itself,
divine in nature,
abundantly lavished
in our hearts,
unfolding with beauty
for us to behold.
Is there anything
that can be as
lovely and divine
as the true treasure
of love infused
within our being.
Wonderfully blended,
hidden away from
the prowling eyes,
though not cold
or complicated,
but so complex,
yet accessible,
filled with warmth,
unimaginable in itself,
overwhelming not
suffocating or smoldering,
but healthy with healing
elixir when encountered.
It is this kind of
love that will hallow
and regenerate you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This chain
of love is
connected to
heaven and earth,
like the sky.
As the
ocean breeze,
soothing and
calming to
my soul.
Your presence
is like
a balm
to my heart.
Like you flowed
down from
the throne,
of heaven
as if poured
from the
silvery chalice
for a purpose.
The lit
place of love
is where you,
my love
are contained.
That's where
you are going.
Right in my
heart you shine.
Beautifully crafted,
as if sculptured
by an Angel.
You make
my world glow.
Lovely and radiant,
you are
the one
that shines.
©®2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Where will it be told,
and where will it be heard
that all these things you hold
on to are not the way they seem.
You see all these mundane
things you put your hopes on,
they will disperse before you
like the clouds that gathered
together before the rain falls.
People living a fake life.
How can a plastic
rose become real,
there's no magic
that can do that.
To have you must dig
in the dirt with your
hands soiled.
Quit fake life and
fake people but never
quit on yourself.
Be real to yourself.
Giving up is a big sin.
An unimaginable things can
happen when you are weak.
Stand up to whatever challenges you
or stands in your way of progress.
Think and work up your way
to a blissful life.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Ruffled and unsettled,
pressed by the 
loneliness deep
within my being,
joy flew away
like a bird
and perched on
the window pane
of another.
Pain seeps
from the heart
into the bones
and tissues like
hot oil burning
even the marrows.
Only the birds messed
empty cage remains,
to tell the 
intricate and intriguing
stories of once 
inhabited beautiful island,
called "my heart".
How would i
tell another the
beauty and glory
of the joy
long gone,
left on a
beautiful but now
abandoned heart.
Dropped like an
old used earthenware.
But certainly it is 
still needful and
useful like an 
uncultivated farmland.
And the truth
is that this 
very thing
is really worrisome.
How would anyone
new begin to
understand the depth 
of love once shared
by this very heart.
But is it
really real love or
just another mistake,
because i couldn't
win her heart.
Can true love
really be lost.
It is a terrible
accident for it
almost consume me.
Where is this
love hiding,
whisper now to 
my ears where
your true self abides,
so my whole being 
can truly move on 
and my heart may rest.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme

Now I know for sure that
you are the one that my
heart wants to love,
the only one who has
touched my humanness.
You helped to bring Joy to me,
and for that I give the rest
of my life to your care.
My heart speaks for you,
my soul yearn for you,
my whole being resonates
to your love.
Two hearts meets in the *****
of love forever.
Let's not mind if we reach the
shore or not.
This heart will always love you,
for you are the best.
Life for me is beautiful with you in it.
How can I not have you as a
covering for the rest of my life.
Delightful is the day I found you.
Grateful to be called your friend.
I'm so glad to have you as
the love of my life.
Waking up everyday by your
side is awesome.
Because of you I am favored.
I lived a genteel life
but now abundance surrounds me.
My house is now a home,
a sanctuary of love,
where healing takes place on my
dining table because of your kitchen.
My life is fulfilled,
because the God of my heart smiled.
I say thanks to you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

You awakened
something in me.
The coiled
sleeping serpent
has woken up
to bite.
I just want
to smooch,
caress and have you,
to explore your
body tonight.
I'd love to
feel your essence
and touch.
With my eyes closed
I'm so lost in
my dream of you.
Make me to
wake up inside
of you my love.
i can feel
your tongue on
my crutch and
all over me.
It made my
**** hard,
so hard.
Mmmmm,
this is so sweet,
you are sweet,
my candy crush,
my love.
I need to
taste your ****,
i can't stop
until the honey flows.
Come wrap your
arms around me
to put out this
fire burning within.
You are my thickener
and my softener.
The fan in
my hotness to
put out the
volcanic eruption
on my waist.
Together we can
ignite the moon
and the sun
to make the
stars sparkle.
I love to
rest in your cloud.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Our words are
powerful spells
from the soul.
The words you
wrote down on
that parchment,
those words you
uttered with your
mouth come from
the world beyond,
from the world
of the spirit.
What do they
even mean,
the words in
your stories.
They are powerful,
let them be spells
that conjure,
let those words
transform you,
they say what
the spirit feels,
they are words
of the spirit,
with the power
to translate you
to be anything.
Your words can
make the impossible
things with ease
to be possible.
The heart understands
what is in the
mind of the spirit.
Let your words
be the spells
that can awaken
the sleeping giant
within you.
Let those words
conjure the power
of love divine
to possess and
heal our world.
Let it bind
our wounds and
repair all wrongs.
If you are not
completely captivated
by the unique
exceptional nature
of words,
and the ways
like the spiders web
your words can
weave everything,
even the invisible
things to manifest
into our reality,
you should then
keep quiet.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Within your struggles
and your breathe,
inside your smile
and your heart.

That which you seek
is also seeking
expression through you.

That which unfolds
before your very face,
is the exact replica
of that which
inhabits you.

The light of the sun
within must reflect
through your being.

For your life
reveals your secret
intent within you.

Without shame or
your ego rising
with pride,
confront yourself with
the light of truth
without doubt.

For the very thing
you fear already
lives in you.

Liberate yourself
from its shackles.

This light of knowing,
from the knowledge
of this truth
will drive the
darkness away as
the luminous presence
of its morning dawns.

In the end,
you are the one
who decides.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

You are the
most beautiful soul.

Your presence is
like healing itself.

I am so
grateful for the
space you have
created in my world.

Now i can more
easily acknowledge
my capacities.

This beauty was
just a contribution
to me yesterday.

Thank you
for what you
have showed
me today.

It showed me
oodles of stuff
I'd not noticed before.

This is the
beauty that came
with me on my walk.

A glorious adventure
with a blade
of light in my hands.

Today I was
surrounded by delights.

Today I was
gifted umpteen energies
to nurture and excite.

Today I was
rippling with gratitude
and proud of
what life has
accomplished of me.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Do the right thing.
Know your competitors,
know your competitors
strength and know
their weaknesses.
Have your eyes
on the treasure.
See the glory
that is to come.
Do whatever it
takes to win.
A dark heart can
never make it right.
Look towards the
west and hold
the sunset,
for the blood
of the strong,
the weak and
the innocent was
spilled on the sand
for the gold to be found.
Difficult struggles brings
defined and different results.
For proper response
to lack of results
to be enacted,
communication is
a prerequisite.
A taste of the
good life is our
purpose and common goal.
Achieving it requires
dedication and persistence,
patience and endurance.
To win against all
odds there must
be a purpose
greater than your breath.
Even though your
breath is still vital,
it is a purpose and
mandate worth risking.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Everybody makes mistake,
I really don't know why my own
should be on your top priority list.
And I ask,
does my mistake in anyway
get in the way of your progress
or making a living.
I wonder why you
don't want to concentrate on
building your own life
as to make it better,
like I do with mine.
Why is something that
should be so easy so hard?
I've learned long ago to
stop beating myself up
over past mistakes.
I learn from them
and then get on with my life.
Do the same with yourself,
it will better your soul.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved

Tonight I saw the aliens
in their two spaceships,
flying so low across the
football field monitoring
the humans while they
play soccer.
I was also in the field
playing for my team.
They were transmitting
information gathered,
I could hear them talking
about what transpired at
the soccer field.
Their spacecraft move so
fast with shrilling jet noise,
maneuvering and turning
under the trees and rooftops
with perfect ease sliding
between the two walls of
the buildings.
People ran helter skelter.
But they persisted with their
spying on the individuals
they were interested to pick up.
At a twinkle of an eye as if they
have seen something,
made their landing so close
to the building and came out
of their craft beckoning on
me in particular.
Calling up only two persons
by name of which I was among,
asking if I will step into
the spaceship,
I didn't hesitate but said yes,
they stepped aside for me,
as I moved towards their craft
to gain entrance I woke up.
It was only a dream
but was it actually a dream,
I really don't know.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I believe.
I believe in you,
yes I believe.
I know you exist,
I also know that you
live within my heart.
I believe and I know
that with you all
things are possible.
I believe that in you
I can find myself.
Your presence is
comforting and
reassuring,
for in you everything
consist and live.
Because you dwell
on your throne,
you are still mindful of me,
your love for me baffles me.
Your name is on every lip,
both in those who don't
know you and those
who know you.
Those who loves you rejoice,
the ones who don't must bow.
Nothing can be done without you.
Your reign is supreme,
and you are superior to
every other god.
In you I find my being.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Why are you here,
i still keep
asking myself.

I know you are
not here to give
me some roses.

I know you are
not here to listen
to what i have to say.

I know how
it feels when
you are not wanted.

Is rejection
a part of love,
is it really
a part of life.

It is full
of horrible and
heartrending pain.

The kind of pain
my heart never
deserves or desire.

Like a broken rib
it hurts even more
when you breathe.

Only you can feel
the pain just like  
a sore thumb.

With shame
you hide behind
your skin.

Even with your
clothes on,
you still feel naked.

Confused as the
tortoise taken out
from its first habitat.

He's forever miserable,
because he can't
find its way home.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Beauty is found
everywhere in all
created things in nature.

Even where the
surf searches the
sand for symbols.

Have you ever
found the unknown
lonely footprints left
at a quiet beach.

Even down the
dark places deep
in the ocean where
all kinds of beautiful
exotic creatures known
and unknown plays.

Unperturbed by the
presence or
pressures of man.

Check out the
beauty at plains
of a running brook.

Meandering and flowing
through the meadow
with the hills and
the mountains beyond.

Heard across the street
from a high castle,
the light little footsteps
and the laughter
of a child running
through the quiet path.

Look up in the sky
at night and behold
the handcraft of
the Almighty displaying
gracefully with stunning view.

What can i say
of the animals
in the wild with
the exotic flowers
in their lonely enclave.

Displaying their loveliness
hidden away,
living happily and
quietly in
their habitat.

Have you ever
taken time to see
how the light
of the sun shines.

As if smiling
to greet you
first thing at dawn.

How lovely and
radiantly beautiful all
creation including man
turned out to be.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

This tabernacle was given
as a covering,
a house to dwell in,
a sanctuary,
a home called the body,
that hides the life essence
that is you,
the castle where the king
resides within the heart.
This tabernacle is
your temporary dwelling place
for a dual entity of the
spirit man to inhabit.
Here in the tabernacle
you live in both worlds,
an alien as a resident
of a geographical region
of the universe hiding
within this cocoon,
living in both worlds
magically simultaneously
with multi-colour shades.
It is amazing how this mystery
works in synergy,
blending together to make you
a unique creation,
man by day,
spirit by night,
perfectly timed,
indomitable and invincible,
fearfully woven with a
breathe within breathe
to last forever,
within the world only
slightly beyond,
there lies our next day resting place.
Don't ask me to tell you how,
you will find out when you translate.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The sign of promise made,
Appear first in the morning sky.
The Rainbow smiling down at me,
While it is still drizzling,
With a flicker of the morning sun,
While Saturn sits watching and smiling.
The abstinence about to end,
My heart desire has been answered.
With this assurance,
I know it can only get better.
The cosmic law fulfills all things,
above and below,
mundane and spiritual.
The struggle is now settled,
peace now reigns,
supremacy of the Almighty is here.
His power overrules all existing powers.
The rainbow smiling  down at me,
as I look up under the drizzling rain,
with the subtle morning sun as a witness.
Behold the Rainbow.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

You can't manage it,
it's unimaginable what it can do,
neither can you endure it,
not even patience can stand it.
It's like a car without fuel,
or one with a flat tire,
it won't go anywhere until
it is filled and changed.
Hunger can beat up and
****** a child in front of
the mother or family and
they won't do anything.
It makes and drives one crazy.
It can cause you to think
and do the impossible.
Unwittingly we must cross
the line of the rat race to
become dynamic individuals
to beat the hunger that erode
and corrodes our society.
A normal person can turn
into a monster or a mobster,
just to feed the family.
It drives one to the edge,
to become either a saint
or a criminal.
Most crimes are caused
by hunger and impoverisheness.
Where the kids are involved,
anything can be done,
risks taken just to feed them.
It's catastrophic havoc can
be frightening,
can be definitely dreadfully depressing,
It's continuous visit causes
malnourishment and kwashiorkor,
a menace to be feared.
Pray it does not come knocking
on your door.
It's visitation is one you can't easily forget.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The vague thoughts
of you in
my head is
definitely an illusion
of silly deception.
It's like a
deception of a
deluded one asked
to step into the
deep murky waters
just to retrieve
the slimy spit
of a loved one.
Like a man
who shaved
his beard off
and still wants
to wear it
on his head
as a souvenir.
Like a child
that saves his
tears on a jar
to be used
as an ointment.
Like something
you don't know
or understand
that mysteriously
pulls you back.
Like an uncanny
whirlwind that
blows at midday.
Like the sound
of an unseen feet
raising lots
of dust on
a lonely street.
It is a
terrible deception that
cannot be atoned
either in time
or eternity.
Like a foul
smelling ****
that can choke
even the fish
in the deepest waters.
I just want
to be myself,
not you.
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To restore a life,
a life must be taken.
To break a curse,
a few will die for
others to live.
Blood must be shed,
to save a life.
A life is taken,
for someone to live
and for hundreds to live,
many will die.
Without shedding of blood,
there will not be
remission of sin.
Being afraid,
the heart shivers within,
even though the eyes
cannot see it.
It's courage to
withstand the odds and
quench the storm makes
all the whole pesky monsters die.
Be ready,
for all things
are made anew.
Yield to the one who
makes all things
beautiful in his time.
Don't be afraid anymore,
he has to die to set you free,
but behold he lives again
so that you will not die but live.
No one needs to die anymore
for you to live.
You are not cursed.
No more shedding of blood.
Say no to anyone to die for your sake.
It is not normal and
it is not acceptable.
It has to stop
And now!!
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Beyond darkness,
there is still light
hidden within.

See you again soon
beyond the twilight.

There is
fatal attraction when
two worlds collides.

She may not know
there's unrequited love
hovering in the cloud.

But i will keep on
doing the right things
until i see you.

Bleakness of life
and love sets in,
then love arrives to rule.

Man is a frailty
but there is
the moon in your heart,
giving out it's subtle light.

The portrait in the
hallway is that of you.

It shines to
make the beauty right.

This is the power
of the words.

When love leave
the heart in ruins,
the soul seek
refuge in prayers.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

The words we
uttered are from
the letters of the
alphabets of the
spirit meant to
bring solace and
sanity into the
affairs of man.
To combine one
letter with the
other two or three
alphabet is to
form the words
flowing through the
door of our mind.
Words are powerful
spells that help
alleviate stress of
confusion and bring
order into what
our mouth utters.
I know myself
in my words.
I don't look for
myself in the
middle of the
darkness of the
words that flows
out of my soul,
for the words
turned and
become light when
they come out
of the darkness
of the heart.
It was dusk,
with the rosy clouds
dotting the western
sky after the rain.
The glow of
one warm thoughts
is to me worth
more than money.
No man jokes
with his inner peace.
He opens his
mouth and words
come out.
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Is this all that
loyalty brings in
this cruel world
without love.
What is this battle
in love's floor.
This ground was
formed at the
beginning of creation
by the words of love.
It was God's garden
of which he allowed
man to dwell in.
Waving your sword
in my face,
brings pain and death.
He wields the sword
that awaits you,
perhaps maybe me too.
Like siblings against
each other encouraged
by the lackadaisical
attitude of the elders.
But they forgot that
the sword is formed
by the hands of man and
can do absolutely nothing
to the one wielding the
sword of the spirit.
The one that puts on
the shield of faith
worn in love is
more than a conquerer.
He fears no evil lurking
in the darkness,
for the one who reigns
shall lead him through
the valley of the shadow
of death.
But there is some that will not
taste death till the end.
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Glorious Glory,
the starry eyes.
Beautiful as it is,
like the morning sun.
With your alluring smile,
you won a place in my life,
gained entrance into
my sanctuary,
my place of worship,
my happy place,
where God dwells in me.
Your touch can do wonders
to decorate the garden of my heart
and adorn the alter table of
my home with a fragrance of love.
Be the cologne to perfume it.
The coulomb to incense the
alter of my heart where we worship.
Like the golden dawn,
the beautiful flowers release their
fragrance as a gift to me.
You are the sacred chalice on the alter table,
of which no man is allowed to drink from,
for the sacred wine is exclusively reserved.
Only the priest of the temple is permitted to partake thereof,
lest it is defiled by the unworthy.
You are jealously guarded against the intruders of the night who are thirsty.
Even though your kitchen feeds all,
no one is allowed to feed there but me,
for you are my glory.
Your ***** satisfies me.
Each breath I take is refreshing
because of you.
You mean more to me than you ever know.
My love,
my glorious glory.
You shine as the evening stars radiating your glory into my world.
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Before it gets
too dark to see.

Would you do
something,
anything at all
to put on the light.

Darkness is fast
approaching,
even the light
of a firefly will do.

I don't know
what i don't know.

But if you know,
you know.

Before it gets
too dark to see.

Complexities and
confusion all around us.

Wailing,
groaning and crying
heard daily everywhere.

Even at day time,
it's getting dark,
too dark to see.

The soul is
weary from its toil
and exaction.

Slowly everything
crumbles in the
ashes of the struggle.

Everyone agrees that
it is time to
do something.

But i think
it is time
to light the
candles and pray
before it gets
too dark to see.

The people are
already grumpy and
groveling in the day
as if the darkness
just appeared.

It's not too late
to do something
before it gets
too dark to see.

Even the light
of the moon
at night and
the sun in
the day will cease.

All you need
is the glow
of the light within,
before it gets
too dark to see.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Deep love
like deep rain
receives its strength
like deep breaths
from deep feelings
from deep emotions
from deep heart
pounding like
deep drum beats
calling the deep
to answer the
deep making deep
impressions upon the
deep canvas of
life's threshold
to bring comfort
and solace to
our being.
With deep
happy thoughts
deep memories
are made.
Deep within ourselves
hopes are rekindled
so deeply.
With deep love
the greater light
are subtly ignited.
From the depth
of our being
deeper than the
oblivious abyss,
from the world
that surpass hope
and fear comes
deep courage,
with wings to
make us fly.
Deeply to delightful
high we know
deeper that the
higher than the
highest watches
even deeply
our oppression from
the very beginning.
Our hearts in
deep solemn silence
offers deep gratitude
to the bliss received.
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What is missing is just you.
How can I ever find you,
when you are hiding
behind the scenes,my beloved.
It takes the stepping out
of your cocoon to be discovered.
You are just like the
last little red herring someone
tossed on my path,
and I will be the happiest
one alive to have found you.
I am putting my last bet on you.
That will be my garland
of flowers for you,my beloved.
Around the corner I am waiting
for you with banana splits.
Lets not mind if we
reach the shore or not,
for there's nothing like forever.
I cannot promise you forever.
I only promise this moment in time,
For just this moment is the best.
I did say now is my forever.
Together we can win this,
for we are on the same boat,
animated by the same intentions.
Let's share this glorious moment with Joy.
I saw the stars within.
You are heaven to me .
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Winning is all it is
about life.
Fashioning and preparing
for what you desire is
not so easy to achieve,
it is the beginning of
something marvelous
and magnificent.
Though fate and destiny
we must overcome to find our
place in the scheme of things.
To forge our destiny takes
discipline despite of
magnanimous unforseen
circumstances that may
unwittingly upset our efforts
in an uncanny way.
The mind must be sharpened
and strengthened to escape
the perilous crafty pressures
of this pesky world.
You must first desire it,
see it in your minds eye,
stay focused and determined,
then give it form to actualize it,
and finally manifest it.
Winning has definite learned basic
duplicative principles you
must imbibe to succeed.
Winning and success are half brothers
to financial freedom which is
the cousin to wealth born of grace.
When Grace speaks struggling
vanished like the thunderstorm.
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I wonder how they came
up with this name.
The name they called me,
this name everyone calls me.
Is this my true name,
or just another name,
a name just to recognize me,
a new name to remember that
I existed here in this universe.
What is the original name they
called me where I came from?
I just wondered,
because most people have
the same name as mine.
No one remembers.
I need to know my name.
Even when I passed,
as I journey back to my home,
on my long absence,
that given name ceased
as if I never existed.
The name now suddenly changed to,
the body,deceased, the corpse,
treating me without respect,
I'm now nothing.
They say ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
All my struggles gone,
my achievements forgotten,
wealth scattered and
taken by the unknown.
Titles thrown out into the attic
and can't be reused by anyone.
The one once loved are thrown
outside and abandoned in the cold,
given only a little space to contain
the body underground.
What a vanity!
Even kings and Queens,
high and mighty,
rich and poor became wanderers, disembodied entities,
roaming the whole earth,
forgotten in time.
Humble yourselves while here,
treat everyone with respect and love,
for you will be forgotten so soon.
All that which you hoarded or
left behind will be scattered by
the very ones you have never cared about.
Remind me that name I used to bear,
is it not laughable as it is at the moment.
Enjoy yourself and laugh more,
spend time with your family and friends.
Be merry and share the best of the blessings God has lavished in your life.
Remember you are a nobody but just a wanderer without a name.
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When you decided to
use assassins to harm me,
you caused disharmony
between us.
That was unprovoked
misdirected anger unleashed
with venomous impunity
to destroy me without a cause.
Your unfaithfulness,
greediness and irrational ways
of doing things manifest itself
and almost cause me my life.
You are a hardened and cold
methodical machine without
a heart.
Your actions was a tragic
unfortunate circumstance.
That situation can no longer
be helped, remedied or restored.
The budding of this beautiful plant
was forcefully and aggressively
plucked off and the flower died.
It is a cut so deep it bleeds inside.
The source of life supply was
choked to death by your aggression.
The impact of that deadly blow
almost cut my heart into pieces.
My heart may never recover fully
from that delirious trauma,
the scar will always be there,
for a part of my heart was
destroyed.
I really don't know how to
cause my heart to respond
and resolve this issue without
being misunderstood.
But now the subject is dead to me
for it no longer exists.
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This sleep is closing my eyes,
taking me away on this journey
into another place in another time,
that world only slightly beyond,
didn't seem far but as if it's
just in another room
in a different galaxy.
I feel as if I'm drunk with
the nectar of divine wine.
I'm so powerfully pulled over
the mountains inwardly
toward my home.
The glorious symphony music
beckons me.
Seemed million miles away
but yet so near.
Caught up in the third heaven,
in the company of angels
as they carried me away into
different mansions of the souls,
strata and spheres of the cathedral
to be healed and cleansed,
prepared and refreshed from
my earthly sojourn for yet another
day to be lived as I return.
But the inner view must be hidden
with veil upon veil as doors upon doors
are opened and closed for my consciousness to experience and learn the lessons offered,
and upon return to my earthly temple that the
secret knowledge of the visions shown
not to be fully revealed.
This experience is private and personal in nature.
Unwittingly forgetfulness and clouded  patterns within must persists in
this peculiar daily encounter,
but the spirit man within must
also vaguely remember
and not to totally allow it to rescind.
The consciousness of man
must be imprinted with a resonance of various types of vibration according to
the octaves within the wavelength
of the divine scale.
Sleep is sort of a near death experience,
a touch of heaven within the earth,
it carries with it the penalty
of a profound price depending on
the condition of the life essence
of the earth man.
The silver lining can be broken or strengthened,
and the spirit's stay or return is eminent.
I am fully awake and aware,
being conscious of the divine in my life through the unction of revealed truth that I received.
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Live for today
Now is for you
Each moment is the best
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This world is not what it seems
It blessed some
And cursed some
Some inherited curse
and blessings,
Some extremely happy
Some are not
Some wealthy
While some are so poor.
Most are poor not by choice,
They were nudged out
by circumstances.
Some have abundance
but can't take advantage
or benefit from it.
Some have riches endowed
within their families
But it's of no use to them
For it left their abode to another.
And men wonder how this is possible
And think in their unenlightened heart
how all this can be,
without understanding
the inner principle of things.
One can deduced from
their understanding,
how dark their minds are.
But to him who has mercy
from the almighty,
such a one is graced with
the ability to obtain wealth and riches
for he is favoured,
All nature bow to him,
He does not struggle like his peers,
But then,long life eludes him,
for he cannot eat that
which he had gathered.
Unlike those in the down world,
though so poor but longevity
is bestowed upon them.
Haaa,what do you think of those so sick,
crippled, blind, bedridden and disfigured
But grace is giving them to excel,
their mind is brazenly active.
I knew such a one who is a good giver
but in so much pain all the time.
Don't underestimate the power of the almighty.
He is gracious and full of mercy.
A respecter of no one.
He is the one who distributes
according to the way He deemed fit.
He is the great I am,
The One who knows,
Because He molded you.
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The tenderness in
your beauty softens
the lines of sorrow
in my wrinkled face.
The elegant movement
of your graceful steps
flows like that of a running brook
in a quiet country side.
The velvet softness of your hand
reminds me of the
tenderness of a rose petal.
You my dear,
are a soft sweet flowing
melody of a symphony orchestra,
a beautiful work of art,
unique and complex,
And it amazes me
how in your complexity
you are profoundly so simple.
You are etched in gold
by the hand of The creator.
May your days be filled with all
that is beautiful and Devine.
You are loved a lot.
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The other side
of the soul
there is a
secret sacrifice
under the storm.
Justice by all
means for he is
murdered in
cold blood.
You have a
second chance to
change the situation.
Scorched by crossing
paths with the
other two are
in sync with
the rosy clouds.
Our ancestors have
all lived and die.
We must live
our own lives.
Clean the house
and find our
missing justice
by any means.
Someone you thought
you knew has
betrayed you.
But destiny called
and a part
of me died.
There's no place
like home to
embrace the untamed.
His inner growth
is necessary to
survive the storm.
Nothing ever is
worst than being
an outcast in
your very own
house.
The siege is
still going on,
both in your
mind and outside
the corridor.
To survive is
to win the war.
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Hiding within the air waiting for you to fumble just a little bit in the presence of your beliefs before it strikes is doubt. It is a stranger meddling with your heart.  
©Emeka Mokeme
Personal Glimpses

Within this space
of my happy place.

There, inside my heart
in my aloneness,
and solitude
in my quiet moments
and inner silence.

Within my heart,
in the stillness
of my soul,
i find the peace
that i seek.

As if my soul
touched the clouds
and the whole
universe shrinks
before my eyes
becoming one with me.

Of that which
i seek in myself,
i found in within.

Like the seed
within a fruit,
i now become.

And like a
ripe fruit that
fell off the tree,
i am.

Alone and ready
to sprout and
bloom in the
royal garden.

New amongst
the exotic plants,
i must blossom.

Among the
royal princes,
my regal rope,
i wore.

Seems i am
a verse in the
chapter of a
new book.

I blended and
subtly merged,
now tangled with
the galaxy.

I am now
the sun and
the moon and
the stars of
the universe.

I became the water,
penetrating into
all things.

I became the air
within the wind
floating in space.

I became
all things within
and without.

And in all
things i found
myself.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

I love myself
so much that
I love you
so much that
you have to
start loving me
so much because
we are but one
beneath our differences,
dreams, and desires.
I can't stop
giving myself to you,
until our souls merged
and immersed in bliss.
You are wonderfully
and beautifully crafted
and configured just for me.
Believe it or not,
I deeply love you.
My soul loves you
and i need you.
My heart is
your next day
dwelling place.
And right here,
this man and
that man was
born there.
But i will be
waiting for you
with love right here.
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The Spirit of The Lord is
Ministering through my life;
see through my eyes,
hear through my ears,
talk through my mouth,
feel through my Heart,
understand through my Spirit,
touch through my hands,
walk through my legs,
think through my mind,
love through my being,
yet beyond my comprehension.
Here,
I stand in awe because
my mortal understanding is not
yet sufficient to apprehend all
that permeates my being.
But in my weakness and folly
His banner over me is love.
I cherish His admonition
and counseling
He instructs with love,
diligence and patience.
His amazing Grace towards
me is beyond measure,
in that he honors me
with his benevolence
Wisdom and clear direction,
his hidden and dark secret
made lighter to my understanding.
My heart is so thankful.
I say Thank You Lord!!!
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The light walks
into the deep dark
and the darkness
always yields.
In the midst
of darkness within
and without comes
the glorious light.
It comes to
dismiss darkness
and make it
disappear to emptiness.
All emptiness of
the mind is
darkness and a vacuum,
affecting emotional
and physical,
they depicts the
absence of light.
There is
something strange
about the
flickering golden light.
The illuminance and
incandescence of light
however small,
even in the
deep dark place
suddenly glows in
the presence of
darkness,
pushing the dark
gently into oblivion.
But the darkness exists
to explain the light.
Abject darkness
does not die,
though dead.
It rises up
again in the cloud
like the unicorn
but seeks out
the light immensely
to prove itself.
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