This is for you who profoundly
and magically knows my heart,
To you who wants to possess it,
it's for you who cares,
whose love envelopes
it with tenderness,
ironing and straightening
out the wrinkles
made in there by hurts,
and by the complexities of life.
Step in my Beloved,
possess it,
feed my heart with your love,
as if it's a new born baby,
nurture it back to life.
Sing to me a new song,
a song to soothe my soul.
Only you is what my heart needs
In other to heal.
I am ready and willing.
Let's do it together.
Life,this life is fast slipping away.
Let's make this moment our best.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

But rejoice,
all you that mourn because,
you are highly favored.
You went through that
unnecessary harrowing experience
unwittingly just to have a prove that
you are a peculiar person.
Every gold must be tested by fire.
That seeming wickedness happened,
just to move you to the place of destiny
God has intended and prepared for you.
Look around you and see the hand of God.
Why do you think you survived that fire,
that accident that took many lives,
the massacre by the insurgents,
why did they took you captive
and later set you free,
shot and wounded but left you to die,
but you survived.
Why do you think you are still surviving amidst droughts and famine,
having more than enough when there
is not enough to go round.
Didn't you see the handwork of the Almighty scattered lavishly around because of you.
Angels are busy working on your behalf.
Their presence is effectively changing situations for you.
Because of you the others are safe.
Be grateful for what you have received.
You are the chosen.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

There goes the
terrible and
wicked ones.
Everything about
them is toxic.
Their words are
like needles and
pins piercing
the heart.
It is like
the deadly sharp
poisoned sword
of the assassin.
Like the betrayal
of a brother
so well loved.
It's like a
sour wine filled
with the venom
of the rattle snake.
It is worrisome
to be close
to them in
the dark for
they cannot be
fully trusted.
A danger and
a menace even
to the sucklings.
They don't care
who they trampled
on to climb
up the ladder.
Knowing them is
like the pain
of a broken rib.
Worse than a
man running from
the lion to
rest on a
tree and still
be biting by
a  snake.
Mere hearing of
their name makes
the heart sick.
The faint hearted
pukes as they
perceived their body
odour even from
a distance.
Terrible things happens
to the ones
who don't step
out of their way.
Terrorising the
territory and people
is their way
of life.
Afflicting pain on
others brings
joy to them.
Boiled and barbecued
roasted human flesh
is their delicacies.
Human blood is
their wine.
Misery got company
is their true
identity,
the name of
the demon is
their surname.
Danger is stamped
on their foreheads.
With fire in
their eyes,
they devour the
innocent.
Wickedness is
wrought and wrapped
up in them.
The universe has
rejected and spew
them out.
Even the hades
and hell will
not accept or
accommodate them.
They are the ******.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Do you know how to dodge bullets?
I guess not.
If you can't dodge the bullets,
how do you expect to dodge
the utterances of a bad mouth.
The words that comes out of
the mouth when angry is like
the bullets of an assassins rifle
or a good marksman and
that of an angry shooter.
You can't hide from it,
neither can you dodge it,
for it comes with fury
to meet its target.
The tongue has a long range
of which can be shot or
uttered from a distance
and a close range which
can also be catastrophic.
Both has a devastating effect.
Gossip or name dropping
when it spreads can destroy someone.
The one who is angry unleash words
that can hurt the assumed enemy,
so deadly and fatal is it that he may
almost never recover from the fiery darts  
thrown from the utterance.
It has the power of mass destruction
and carries within it the seed of malice,
when sown can break up homes,
families and even nations.
Like the snake that can bruised the heels,
it tears apart friendship and lovers alike.
Like the bullets released from the gun
of an angry shooter it creates doubts and misunderstanding among men.
Have you ever shoot a man in anger
from outside into a dark room,
no direct light merely a glow from outside,have you?
I guess, not.
You shot him out of nervousness,
and it clips his shoulder,
he panics and cries out in pain
and you think you have wounded him.
But when he finds out you are still alive,
he won't be pleased.
Handle yourself with dignity and respect.
Don't do or say anything that will wound or mess with another's sense of self.
Tame your tongue with the power of your spirit.
Be mindful of your utterances.
Your tongue is like bullets of an angry shooter and can fatally hurt the soul.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The mountain top
is wrapped in mist,
so cloudy that
i can't see.
Right there,
there is dense
fog dripping water,
out of nowhere.
Whenever my
heart hurts,
my head aches,
my soul mourns
and cries out in
sobs and groans.
Moaning softly like
a child whose
fingers were smashed,
all the body aches.
My eyes cries too,
my face suffers
with salty tears
dropping down to
my mouth,
even as it
drools with saliva,
my nose dripping
with slimy stuff
to warn of
how much
i hurt inside.
My heart misses you,
I miss you.
Close your eyes
so that your soul
can see through
the heart to
know how much
you mean to me.
Even in daylight
the heart can
still be surrounded
by darkness as
it is broken.
But you can
now know that
even the fallen
leaves are the
most beautiful,
they will always
blend in synergy
with the sand to
form the manure
for yet another
beautiful beginning
to sprout a seed
for the growth
of every plant
that gradually grows
into an Iroko tree.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

At this Moment Here and Now,
There Is No Space,There Is No Time.
Everything Is Just Is,The I In Me Is Lost And I Am.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Last night was
the last date
of the year.
Today is a
perfect morning and
a good time
for celebrations.
The dawn of
a new year
just emerged.
This is a time to
count our blessings
and give thanks
with a grateful heart.
Good time for reflection.
Looking back at
the achievements,
failure and success,
strength and support
which built our
families and relationships,
businesses and lives.
The time to
drop excess
baggage and luggage
we have carried
throughout the year.
Time to rewrite
the blueprint on
the canvas of life,
set up a
new roadmap,
and have new
goals and aspirations.
A time to
discard the old
and embrace the new.
Time to be
courageous and bold
enough to take
a stand on
new belief system
and embrace a
new hobby and
new arrangements
and another chance
of new beginnings.
To look at
things a little
bit more different
with profound
understanding of the
principle back of things.
Step into this
new phase of
the new year,
the new dawn,
the new beginning
of another chance
to be better
with a grateful heart
and so much love
to be the best
that you can be.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

This flitting time,
does it actually
really exist
at all as
we know it.
Time is an illusion.
It keeps moving,
without waiting for
anyone.
It is a
respecter of none.
This time used
it's power of
cunning craftiness
and deceived me
because i couldn't
cope with it's
illusory speed,
no one could.
I feel so defeated.
I can't catch up
with this illusion
of time magic.  
The past,present
and the future,
all exists at once
now at this moment.
Depending on
where you are
in your
consciousness.
You can be
anywhere in a
twinkle of a
moment with your
eyes closed.
Traveling to other
places takes you
to other different
time zones,
ahead of you
or still behind.
That place which
you have have been,
now is already
in the past.
Whatever plans you
conceive in your
mind or think
to do now is
in your future.
The things already
done are in
your past and
these can also
be remembered or
momentarily forgotten.
There is only
one absolute present.
The illusion of time
are crafted by
our memories.
This time travels
moves me as
fast as light.
But i live in
the present moment.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I know that judgement is near,
for the frightening catastrophic
occurrences of brutality in
countries around the world
towards their fellow man,
especially in communities nearby
is heartbreaking and
freezes the heart of anyone
witnessing the outflow of wickedness
of man displaying their cruelty,
arrogantly showing their
foolhardiness with reckless abandon
and refusing to be mindful of their actions
or do anything to ameliorate their acts.
Show of force from our supposed
protectors against the ones they were
suppose to defend and protect is baffling.
Harassment of their citizens
is the order of the day.
No day passes by without a form of intimidating gruesome display of force.
The innocent ones were made to suffer.
No protection of any kind for the young
and fragile ones.
The weak and afflicted ones were
abandoned to die.
It seems there's war going on when
actually there's none.
How can we bridge this gap between
the elite and the poor?
This gully is too deep for our people to cross.
It looks like the gazelles and the bison crossing the Serengeti river,
while the lions are having their fill,
the crocodile are having the best time
of their lives.
There must be something to be done to heal our land.
Or is this a punishment from the gods?
If they truly exist then they must do something to come to our aid
and heal our people and their lands
so that peace will once again return
and the generation to come will know
that there is God.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Haaaaaaa!!!
I awake suddenly to
see her looking at me,
Gazing intently watching me sleep,
Watching over me as an Angel would,
I smiled and went back to sleep,
Feeling secure and safe,
knowing that all is well.
My mother was here,
though she had passed beyond,
Her presence so intense and real,
Like days gone by,
I woke up still feeling her breath over me,
Yes,
I knew she's watching from
the world slightly beyond,
I am at peace because now
knowing that she's gone,
But didn't go anywhere,
She still watches from afar off.
My Mother.
Emeka Mokeme.© 2017, 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.

I went through all that pain,
walked through the darkness,
with the thunderstorm raging,
and the volcanic larvae as the
only light igniting the path,
how dangerous was that night.
Man has come face to face
with the elements.
Only the power of the invisible can
definitely come to the rescue.
Nature in display of it's wrath.
Standing at the valley of the
mountain alone with nature,
and my instinct as my guide.
Didn't know how to bear it
or how to go about it,
for my strength has gone,
only my frail and fragile body
with sunken painful eyes
with no food or anything in sight to eat.
Hungry,with death in sight,
I summoned the whole Cosmic forces
to come to my aid,
and to my amazement they did,
with alliance to an invisible power
that lifted me up over the mountain,
for i was caught up with the wind
over across the other side.
But the sun came in the morning.
The thunder ceased,
the storm abated,
even the tumultuous unbearable
and frightening tides stopped.
The sea became calm.
I couldn't even remember how
it all happened,
only fragments,
for the power beyond me took over.
Joy truly returned in the morning.
There I became the son of the sun.
God and man blended into one,
infused by the breathe of the divine.
I became higher than the ordinary
and ever blessed beyond measure.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I can't tell you what to think,
for your thoughts are
exclusively yours,
and they are elusive.
They come and go as they please.
With it's complexities,
It comes whenever it likes,
overloading your head
with it's multiple waves to create
and recreate your being.
It's rhythmic interchange
balances everything concerning you.
I cannot tell you how or what to feel,
your feelings are exclusively yours.
Both your thoughts and your feelings
are quite interwoven.
Manifesting as emotionally motivated thoughts,
or thoughtfully motivated emotions,
all working in synergy to bring a
perfect union.
The paths you walk,
the things you do generates them.
Only you can draw
the map of your inner life.
Though the understanding
of it eludes you.
But the path you choose to walk
is eternally exclusively yours.
It leads you to that place of your rebirth.
It may be peaceful.
Your printout may be chaos.
This design is your very own,
created by you.
But in all,
only you have the power to change it,
and make it right.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.

I experienced the pain you
caused the last time you
forced yourself into my life,
I'm still recovering
from that nightmare,
I see the scars
of the old wounds
and I still feel the pain
you left in my heart
and now you want to take
away that balm of Gilead
meant for my healing,
this time I won't let you.
I vehemently oppose you.
May the Lord rebuke you.
I come against you
by the Word of God.
I called the heavens to
bare witness against you.
I am the righteousness
of God in Christ Jesus.
You have no power over me.
I am more than a conqueror.
Born of the seed of
the Royal Priesthood
and of the linage of
the triumphant one.
Given to live a glorious life.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Our long standing family
friendship has been the
most beautiful thing ever.
It added to our beautiful
personal relationship the grace
of extraordinary fraternal love.
We are friends,
childhood friends,
grown up together in the hood.
Stuck with each other
from the beginning,
as if we were blood related.
Brothers from another mother.
Best of friends we are,
shared our lives together with love.
Inseparable is what we are,
united as one at heart,
invincible and unshakable,
we weathered the storm,
we won the race,
unconquerable in our endeavors.
Together forever we sworn
to look out for each other,
watch and have each others back.
See how far we have come,
what we have become is amazing.
Transformed from nothing to something.
Working tirelessly for the glory of God
and the benefits of mankind is worth it.
Amazing grace it is.
This is how the Almighty wanted it.
We give thanks for the victory achieved.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Endure your struggles
they are your strength,
divinely arranged to show
and teach you how to
reach your blessings.
You must learn how to
get past these life lessons.
To enjoy the value and
beauty of the rose your
hands must be pierced
by its torn.
It is only when hurt by the
torn of the rose that you
know and value the
tenderness of its petal.
To get close to the
honeycomb for the
taste of honey,
you must experience
the pains from the bee sting.
Inner beauty comes only
when the heart is purified
by the harsh realities
experienced from
the goriest encounters of life.
The scar left is
the assured sign and
reminder that you survived.
Purity of purpose is reposed
to make our lives right.
Here you will discover an
uncharted paradise with
a terrifying threat beyond
your imagination.
There is something so
dangerous in true beauty.
It's hidden treasures are only
revealed in the heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Get up and
step out of
the mud in
a hole without
ever dyeing.
Licking the soup
and dining with
the ***** devil,
not that sinner
the demon is
like fire in
a hole.
Your demise
means nothing
when you
die unworthily.  
You have no
place among
the dead.
The prisoner in
******* in a
hole needs to
get out before
the fire starts
burning in the hole.
When deafness
is not among
your many failings.
It's not your
fault and not
your problem
for you can't
change anything
but to allow
the natural cycle
to run its course.
Earthquakes and
cyclones even tempests
are all temporary
but with a
devastating impact.
Everything is like that.
We shed what
is not necessary
and needed and
reshuffle our existence
through wars
where people die
yet allowing others
to still live.
It's just like that.
Take it.
Most of the
stupidiotic things
we have said
and done
are unnecessary.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Beyond the far side
over the hills
and the mountains,
across the river bank
and the ocean,
within the cool breeze
of the sea,
at the heart of
all seasons of
ages long gone
and the one to come,
the firmament holds
the secrets of
creation and the ancients
because it has
seen it all.
The sun and
the moon,
the stars of the
galaxy are the
true witnesses to
how man evolved
to become what
they are now.
But their infinite
loveliness are beyond
comprehension.
All the deep
dark secrets absorbed
are hidden and
pulsates within
their heart beat
Unimaginable and
intriguing are the
fabrics woven
interchangeably to
form whatever it is
that made up
the intricate complex
and textures of our lives.
Amazing and glorious
are the beauty
of their breathtaking
presence.
Delicately and beautifully,
yet without threats
they protectively
wrapped us in
their infinite loveliness.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

I hide in the
subtlness of nature.
I laid down
in the bliss
of his love.
In there i
found peace
and healing.
Within his *****
he wrapped me
in his warmth.
With love he
nurtured me
as his child.
His breathe is
the life i feel.
Endowed with strength
to subdue any
threat of the advassary.
Pestilence and plaques
everywhere i conquer.
All perilous ill
avoid me
for i became
their nightmare.
Invincible he
made me to be
whatever i want.
My weakness became
my strength.
My failures are
now my assets.
Everything i thought
i lost are nothing
but my gain
on the roundabout.
©2020,Nnaemaka Mokeme.

Absolutely no-thing,
people, places, experiences
is responsible for
my happiness,freedom
and peace within me.
If you need
to swear before
people believe you,
you lack integrity.
and have no dignity.
Salt maintains its
integrity amidst pollution.
Have you seen
where a salt
buyer demands to
taste it before buying,
no,because salt
has proved its
integrity over the time.
You don't need
to shout for
you to be heard.
People keep quiet
to listen to
intelligent people.
You can because
you matter.
It is clear
that the desire
and the ardor
here do not
do nothing.
No one can
tell you what
brings to the energy,
the flamboyance and
the manifestation
of the spirit,  
except the only
one who has
supernaturally received
the gift of
seeing it and of it.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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.

My ears are
not here to
listen to your
nasty words.
If it doesn't
bring solace and
healing to comfort
my tender heart,
then keep silent,
and be quiet
for it makes
my ears tingle.
My ears are
also neither for
decorations,
nor just to
wear earrings but
as a satellite dish
designed to sensitise
my being,
feed my soul
with things that
edify my heart
and leave the fairest
impressions of love
to ignite my life
with the fire of
the spirit to
light my path.
Speak to me
only the words
that resonates with
my soul in
response to completeness
of your love.
Out of the heart
the mouth speaks
good or evil,
both the words,
the mouth and
the heart becomes
corrupt or give life,
defile or sanctify
the whole body system,
to become *****,
or a saint.  
It's time to
mend your words
and like the
flow of honey,
let your words
come out so sweet,
to comfort the
brokenness of every heart.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Look in the mirror I think
There's something on your teeth
You see how easy it is to smile

©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

And she said,
don't mind him,
he will soon
leave just like
the others.
And I asked her,
with all seriousness,
do you smoke,
and she said no.
I said to her,
smoke me like
a cigarette,
so I'll touch
your lips always
and never leave.
I want to be
your addiction,
so you'll never
have to quit.
Let me be yours,
your very own.
Wear me like
your perfume,
so I'll always
accompany you
to wherever you go.
Wear me like a
locket on your neck,
so I'll always feel
your heartbeat.
Put me on
like a hat
on your head,
so I will always
be your covering.
Let me stick like the
shoes on your feet,
to feel the burden
of every step
you take.
I want to be that
flowery gown you wear
to beautiful places so
I'll never have to leave
because I'm also
addicted to you too.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Like the one
submerged in the
cool river after
a long day
to cool off
and calm down,
so is the
harassed heart
soaked in bliss
after a quiet
time and aloneness
with the divine.
Refreshment of the
whole being relieves
the harsh burden
of the heart.
It regenerates the
soul in need
of solace.
Nothing can bring
succor to comfort
a heart in
distress than a
touch of love.
A heart filled
with joyful tenderness
can heal the
sorest wound,
and illuminate the
darkest places.
Even the underwater
cave rejoices in
it's tiniest flicker
of flame.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

The decent into
matter must be
complete before the
ascent to spirit
can commence.
There are two
opposite serpents
inside of you
and it's up to
you which
one you feed.
It depends on
you which one
you give preeminence.
There are seven virtues
high with positive
frequency:
humility,patience,
temperance,kindness,
charity,chast­ity,diligence,
and seven deadly sins-
low with negative frequency:pride,wrath,
gluttony,envy,
anger,lust,sloth.
Which ones affects
you is entirely
up to you.
Choosing the middle
path takes you
above the ordinary
into the cortex
of the Almighty.
Your ageless soul
is not a stranger
to the sacred
exclusive secret path
within your consciousness,
it has severally
thriven on that
inner journey so
many times in time
into the sanctuary
to be sanctified.
There forever,
is his eternal
dwelling place.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Just sit in the morning sun,
It will invigorate you.
Watch the twilight,
It will draw you closer
toward the infinite.
The moon and stars at night,
Will let you sense
the wonders of God.
The beautiful music of the sea,
Will make you feel good,
rejuvenate,heal and ease
the pain of sorrow
and suffering.
Human laughter will make
you feel love for all.
Birds in flight will
make you know
and appreciate freedom,
And listening to the wind,
Will take you into
the heart of God,
Where you will experience
more light,life and love.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.

Our heart grieves
in our weakness,
and we felt as
weak as water.
Some days can
be much more
difficult than others.
The winds change
and the storms
of trial come
and go in our lives.
But we know
that out of suffering
have emerged the
strongest souls;
the most massive
characters are seared
with scars.
I have all three
ingredients the
first time,
rather i put
my everything in you.
My trust
My love
My honesty
My loyalty
My faithfulness
My heart
My soul
My spiritual connection
My prayers
All of them
merged in me,
and we are one.
Courage,
persistence and
willingness to never
give up are
keys to winning
our battle.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

In the vast
strange funny world,
guess who i
met with.
The stars and
the clouds,
they were
following me
around everywhere
and anywhere,
as if spying
on me and
at the same
time guiding me.
I am the
imperfect stranger
and i just
wondered how
much i'm loved
by this power
stronger than me.
My vulnerability
they sense from afar.
With my follies,
how come
i'm still standing,
without being
struck down by
their wrath.
I must be
important that
they are indeed
mindful of me.
Peeping through
the shadows
of the trees,
they all listen
to the silence
of my thoughts.
Even the tree
i leaned on
whispers into
my ears the
things i should do.
All warning me
that i have go
because of the
dark hours
coming soon.
When the night
creatures come
out to hunt.
Forbid it i
should become food
for the one
stronger than me.
I sauntered away
towards the safety
of my home.
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And the light
entered through the
heart to affect the
known and unknown.

There the rivers
flows through its
tributaries to give
life and light
to heal the body.

Though the heart
is hidden in
darkness away from
the light.

But it is
full of light
and eternal divine love
to cast the
darkness away.

The beauty of it's flame,
full of warmth
and loveliness  
can melt the iceberg.

The darkness,
dispelled and quietly
receded yielding even
to the tiniest light.

Infiltrated and penetrated
through the cracks
into the heart
to vitalize
and give vigor
to the soul.  

The darkness,
can never struggle
with the light,
for there is no
power in darkness

And no power
of victory to
conquer you.
For there is always
a way of escape.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

Passing by the
stone slap,
the heart leads
to the quiet
red beautiful roses
symbolizing love.
Dwelling in the
garden for a
moment just
to see her,
the fragrance
subtly spreads to
speak for me.
It baffles me
how much i
love to see
her face as
she peeps from
the little window
of the mansion
as she senses
my presence.
Love it is
that binds the
heart of those
who seeks it.
Nothing more ever
can change their
heart.
Both are blinded
by reason of love.
Their ears can
no longer even
hear the quacks
of the ducklings
or even the
grasshopper nearby.
As the deep
calls out to
the deep,
even so their
heart is closed to
common reasoning.
Inseparable and ready
to confront any
challenges unto death,
so are the
things love and
loving can
do to you.
Don't waste this
lifetime without love
accept it even
as a souvenir.
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We are of heaven,
but resident of
the earth.
Exclusively unique,
never seen or
ever created before,
with heaven and earth
within.  
Called the children
of heaven and earth.  
Infused with the
breathe of life,
with so much love
in our hearts.
Possessors of heaven
and the earth.
Physically molded with
earthly dusty sand
full of atoms,
electrons and molecules,
vitalized by
hydrogen and oxygen.
Combination of the
supernatural and
tremendous enormous
power and energy,
all working in
synergy to give
and sustain life.
Animated by the
spirit.
Compacted and
encased in a body,
to be physical
and yet spiritual.
An entity of
the heavens,
living on earth.
Habitant of the
earth by day,
and of the
heaven by night.
Simultaneously
of the heaven
and the universe.
Mortality transformed
Into immortality
and forever alive.
Being transmogrified
to be an
exulted being
on earth per
excellence of heaven.
Man the microcosm
of the microcosmic.
As it is above,
so it is below.
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Hope and wonder
gives a soul uniqueness.
It's a genre full of happiness,
so secure but with our
own flaws,
the Antares that resides in
the heart to sting.
But still nurtures our
humanness with love so bizarre.
All mortals cry even kings or
in rags when it hurts,
but love brings healing.
For a vision so deep,
entangles so powerfully,
it's a mirage of beauty and pain.
A habitat of love divine,
an art of magic binding
us together.
Our soul can't fly away for,
within shore of the coast of love,
memories are made of countless forms.
Our friendship so dear,
can never end.
All hardship ends,
for love is established,
beautiful adventure begins,
and love blooms.
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Beautiful evening,
with a beautiful
full moon.
We watched as
the shooting star
flew by.
Star filled sky,
at this lonely night,
we hold hands
going forward together.
Nature itself bears
witness to our love.
The night creatures
sing their songs
close by,
as the moon
dimly lights
the way for us.
What a moment,
so beautiful
and magical,
adorned with smiles
and laughter.
Fireflies everywhere
as if to guide us
to the garden.
Beautiful flowers
welcomed us
with their fragrance.
With the stroke of
quiet radiant evening,
a new beginning
just began.
Today is cherished
and unforgettable.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Black Friday,
the life of
stolen essence.
Indeed it makes
me sad every
November of
every year when
they celebrate
their conquest
and supremacy,
******* Africans in the
mud and spit on our
beautiful ebony face,
yet we joined
them in celebrating it.
Have we ever
told our children
to understand
this story filled
with the sad history
of our ancestors
captured and taken to
shores unexpectedly,
forced and unwilling,
in chains and in pains.
Humiliated and abused,
dehumanize and molested,
hungry and dehydrated
through this unnecessary
harrowing nightmare of
their journey to this
unknown cold world
where even the weather
was unkind to them.
Their suffering was
unnecessary.
Death awaits on that ship
and on the ocean
and in that creepy place
unknown to them.
So many unfortunate
ones died in the
hands of their captors
and others died
because of illness and
others sold and resold.
Unspeakable atrocities
follow them everywhere.
Oral traditions is our weapon,
have we not all jettison such.
Do we read history,  
do we know enough
as to be able
to repeat to our kids.
Is the black
Friday not cursed.
They rejoiced and
pride themselves
over making much
merchandise over us
with no regrets.
They enriched
themselves over
our sweat and left us
impoverished in chains.
Who can beat into
us some right
senses to think.
We are not and
no longer in chains
but our minds are
still enslaved.
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What do you do when
you are in love with someone
who is not in love with you.
The heart is tortured and
goes through unspeakable Criss.
It's like one going to the airport
to wait for the ship to berth.
Just like one selling a
precious gem stones and
calling on the poor passersby
to come and buy knowing they
cannot afford it,
saying i have all you want,
come in and have a look.
Walk away from the one who
has no interest in your life
for your heart will be burned
and consumed by its flame.
Are you fulfilled and happy
with someone outside your self.
Is this unattended love wrecking you.
Your life is molded in response to
the call of the divine.
Stop now and listen to your heart.
Is forcing yourself into someone's
life worth it.
Someone who really doesn't care
about you or want to be in your life.
Conflict of interest can ruin the
essence of your heart and mess
with your sense of self.
Recover yourself from this unnecessary
union for the sake of the one who is
waiting to adorn your heart and beautify it.
The cosmic law fulfills all things.
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Within the framework
of my writing,
Inside my poetry,
words came out,
painting the parchment
with influx of indelible
words of living,
my heart speaks,
my fear speaks,
emotions speak,
and my soul speaks that which
the spirit utters,
my struggles are seen
through the window of the mind
that my heart opened.
My consciousness translates
the sacred words which
the God of my heart revealed.
The hand arranged into words
those things that are seen by the eyes.
Formed into words are impressions
the ears constantly gathers.
Words are powerful,
they are divinely coded symbols.
Mysteries are hidden in words
that are formed in the mind
and uttered by the mouth.
Words carries within it the seed
of the moment to sprout tomorrow.
There are treasury of thoughts within man.
Take heed of the words that comes out
of you for the tongue is a weapon that
can pierce the heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Erase my name
and my face
from your mind.
Did you see
how impressively
impossible it is
to discard my
presence.
I am like
a diadem on
your forehead,
the little pesky
irresistible
unnecessary irritant.
I am that
secret annoying part
of you that
won't go away.
Don't you know
i am the jewel
of your heart,
meant to be loved,
admitted and nurtured
by your thoughts.
Treat me right,
I beg of you,
i am the verse
in you.
Nature made it
that way.
Even your own heart
will rebel against you
and form forces
to repel your
opposing views.
Reconcile with yourself,
and remedy the
situation instead of
opposing yourself.
What is it
that makes you
think i am your
problem.
I am not
your unfriendly friend
but a brother
who seem to
seek for something
his heart desires
with no offense.
Refusal to  grant
required requests
made it seem so.
Out of unknowing,
selfishness and
misunderstanding
breeds enmities
and it's cousin
corruption.
Then foolishness will
lead suffering to
visit your abode.
Both with other vices
will be your
companion and
destruction.
Don't struggle but,
yield to conscience,
and free yourself
from the entanglement
of this horrible monster.
It's terrible venom
is a nightmare that
could see to your
quick demise.
Reconsider your stance,
because you can't get
rid of me.
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Nothing ever can
be compared to
the way nature
abundantly and lavishly
displays it's goodness.
Everything is supplied
providentially with love
just for you.
You are well
thought about exclusively.
In the great
divine plan of
creation we have
a part and
a place in the
scheme of things
prepared for us.
Everything was prearranged
and planned with
you in mind.
And you are
endowed with the
nous of the
cosmic consciousness.
Nature was very
mindful of you,
that it works
with effortless effort
around you with
tremendous impact
just to put
things in place
just for you.
Who are we
that the universe
is so mindful of us.
With love it
forgives our unknowing
and our follies,
guiding and guarding
us with grace
and patience.
With infinite mercy
and charity he
leads us to
the evergreen pastures.
Quench our thirst
with the water
of life.
Can we just
for a moment,
just this moment,
treat yourself and
others right
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Just let it be,
let the earth be,
you have truly
done enough.

You will never
remedy the scars
of its wound
inflicted by your greed.

Don't add to
its bruises by
any selfish act
of your ignorance.

It is that
complicated even
when you try to help,
it doesn't need it.

The inconsiderable
abuse has made it
to be insensitive
to your feelings.

But it will recover
and never forget
your labour of love.

For your name is
woven into its fabric
and indelably etched
deeply into its heart.

It speaks of you
to the whole universe
about your sacrifice.

Love it is
that bonds you
together to dine.

With grace and
compassion it
communes in favour
of you.

Extending the hands
of fellowship,
to form a nation
through you. 

Because of you
sudden providence
and resources from
its source of bounty
descended.

For it is now
an extension of you,
as above,
so it is below.

As it is
even so are you,
a reflection and
exact replica of
its multifaceted image.

And as the joy
of bliss returned,
know you have
more than enough.
©2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

What my heart
sees is the
beauty in you.

And my eyes
beheld the reflection
and silhouette of
your essence.

To feel you
is what my
heart desires.

The universe shrinks
before my eyes
becoming the ions drops
in eternity binding
the feminine shape
of you.

This happens when
two worlds collides.

There's no breath
except the breathe
of you.

There's no air
except the power
of the wind.

There's no thirst
except for the
taste of water.

There's no light
except the sparkle
of the sun.

There's no moonlight
or the twinkling stars
except the brightness
of your soul.

There's no soul
except the spirit
inhabits the body.

There's no life
except the
quickening spirit.

With the light
in your eyes
and the sun
in your smile,
you shine and
radiates beautifully.

And now
because of love,
our lives merged
becoming one.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

I looked beyond your
eyes to see you,
the real you hidden
behind that face,
for your eyes are
the windows of your essence,
doors to your soul,
showing the brightness within
or the darkness of your heart.
I can see your hurts,
feel your pain
and darkness within.
I know from the lines on your face,
the rigours life has left there.
I listen to what you are saying,
but I listened more to
what you are not saying.
I watched you smile
and I see the pain you are hiding,
and the height of your joy.
How can I make you feel better,
to remove that mask you put on.
Is it not by sharing generously
that which my heart with love can give.
I would like to bring the balm of Gilead
to heal this brokenness within you.
You need the touch of heaven
to surround you.
So much love is available always
to sustain you.
Hold on to this with your heart,
for the beauty of heaven within
must shine forth to comfort you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Call of
the spirit,
i heed.
Be alone,
alone be.
Don't let
my experience
be a
diabolical delusion
or dream
but adjectamenta
of your
richer graces.
Lowness and
debauchment be
far away
from me.
No debasement,
no debauchery
to engulf
my being.
Changed and
transformed,
is my
heart desire.
To be transmogrified,
the ultimate goal.
Grace received,
bliss to be.
Nothing more,
but beautiful life.
Love eternal.
Spirit divine,
shine forth.
You who
dwell between
the cherubim.
Eternal peace,
you give.
My heart,
at rest.
Grateful forever.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Man the extraterrestrial
who is temporary here on
a mission but completely
misdirected and lost within
in fulfilling his purpose.
He is lost in his paradise,
distracted by the mundane
and the pesky troubles
he created by himself,
power hungry and
destructive in nature.
He is so occupied to subdue
and dominate others,
struggling all the time that
he forgot to really live and
never remembered the
reason why he was here.
Forgetting he will never go
back home with anything he
accomplished and accumulates
but only the profound
experience garthered.
All his labors are in vain
for destruction still awaits him
for all the empires he built
must come down as past
experience has revealed
it's rise and fall.
Love is all he is required to learn,
to be compassionate,
full of bowel of mercies,
tolerant of the weak,
helpful in all his ways,
understanding in all his
decisions and dealings,
mindful in circumventing
circumstances,
corrupt free and upright,
polished and raised as
an exulted being
for he is not earthly.
Though partially living on
earth but just for awhile,
he is a resident alien of
the universe for he is
an extraterrestrial being
and must return to where
he came from.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

For just this
moment,
breathe.
So the little
me can rest,
from all these
unnecessary
struggles,
bring me out
to a place
of solace,
out of this
smouldering
down world
but place me
in a better
corner where
at least
for this moment
i can just breathe
a fresh air,
for this
place is suffocating.
Death and  
stagnation is here
and are
a menace to
everything and
everyone it touches.
It's presence
is devastating.
But for now
let me lay
down on this bed
of a thousand roses.
And savour the
freshness of this moment.
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The bird wants to hatch
the all entire eggs in the nest,
but through the stay in one
place the entire season,
unknown forces sets in.
Only in one egg emerged the
wimpy wholly baby bird.
How can that be since the only heir
to the nest is not promising.
Longevity is farfetched,
but the mother bird really doesn't care.
Determined she became empowered to produce an heir,
she vows to nurture her baby back to life.
Love played a role in the baby's survival.
What will you do to reclaim your own
life in a situation like that.
Can you tell yourself to hold on to that
treasure a little longer.
Don't discard the truth even if it's so bitter. However uncomfortable it is,
remember about this one thing,
life is very precious and cannot be replaced.
Put value in everything you do no matter how small and insignificant it is.
In reaching out to the uncommon,
you earn and win the greatest asset there is.
There is no man who doesn't need an heir.
A King does not sit on the throne and leave it empty without a form of replacement.
It is forbidden by nature to make any place desolate.
It must be inhabited and populated by the people or forest.
Only nature on its own can destruct a place and make it inhabitable.
But to warn ahead of time it must before it strikes.
It may not be sudden but to give time it must.
Do not play into the hand not sublime and divine in nature.
For the divine arrangement must take preeminent.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I am the mysterious,
the mystery inside the
song that flows from
the unknown.

I am the song
of love known to
bring sucour and
solace to blissfully
affect your heart.

The song of
the spirit that
speak volumes
of itself to
those who listen.

The song hiding
between sadness and joy,
life and death,
to dispel nightmares that
haunt your mind.

I am the healer
of the afflicted
and the abused,
confused and deeply
wounded soul.

Interwoven within
the body and
the mind of
hurting and broken
lost souls.  

The one who
penetrates the depth
of your darkness
to take away
your ignorance.

The one who speak
in silence until
your soul knows
and understands

I am the light bringer,
whose song offers
sweet savour to
your soul and feelings.

I am here to
heal and to help
rebuild and fortify
your brokenness.

I am the one
that dwells within
the silence of
your stillness.

I'm the one that
make your solitude
awaken your spirit
from its slumber.

I am the twist
within your breathe,
the one that counts
the rhythm of your pulse.

I am the invisible
and invincible secrets
within the
cellular life flowing
inside your blood.

I am that song
in the beginning
of creation,
from the sphere
of divine realm.

I am that song
with vim which
quickens with vigour
to make your soul
dance with vitality.

I am that song
of divinity
in your heart
whose desire is to
seek the beloved.

With pure bliss,
it listens to
its sweetness and
answer to its rhythmic
interchange balance.

I am that silent
unspoken words in
the song which transpired
between two hearts
binding them together.

I am the song
in your love
which makes the soul
go weak at the knees.

I am that unsolicited,
unsung song inside
the accessible space of
time in your quiet moments.

I am the answer
to pacify the
cry of the needy
and hurting soul.

I am the song
of the ancient
rhythm of the
sages and the ancestors.

I am the God
of your heart
and realization
dancing on the bruised
heads of a thousand serpents
to free you.
2020,Nnaemeka Mokeme.

He left a greater light on
at day time,
the morning sun.
He left a lesser light on
at night in the dark,
the moon.
He left the greatest light on
at all times,
the embodiment of his essence,
the carrier of divine light within,
the light of the world.
You are the beloved,
the keeper of the flame.
You manifest the beauty of God,
for you are his glory.
Adorned with the fantastic
and amazing grace of heaven,
his love within shine
forth like the stars.
Beautifully woven and configured,
a masterpiece and
wonder of creation.
You are the light of the world,
the sun that brightens the day
and the moon that
manifest itself at night.
The glorious beauty that
shines even in the darkness.
A piece of heaven on earth.
You are the one whose heart is
infused with divine love,
graced and beautified,
adorned and full of divine light,
purified by the greatest good to
show forth his glory on earth.
Yeah, you are the light of the world.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

In this
strange city
where everyone
is corrupt and
must survive
by crooked way.
People around
are suspicious
of themselves.
You also
often think
of the trouble
and tricks of
the cunning
craftiness ones.
To avoid them
is difficult.
Once you give
warmth to the
wrong person,
you lose all.
You will never
know the sound
of the song
of your own
heart and voice.
The infinite beauty
of your essence
will melt away.
But beware of
the quiet man
who always keeps
quiet in the
midst of others.
For while others
speak and blab,
he watches.
And while others
act out their follies,
he plans.
And when they
finally rest,
he strikes.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

In this life,
you cannot have
both world's,
no it can't be done.
You choose one,
either right or wrong,
you win or you lose,
you die or you live,
you either keep on
keeping on,
or you keep on living
on the ground floor.
Both cannot merge.
But another hidden way
belongs to those who
finds the middle path
between the extremes,
they will always come out
victorious for such is
the beginning of a glorious
life free of the perilous
ways in the world.
No mediocrity,
only a higher life above the
ordinary full of incessant
activities with an extraordinary
lifestyle.
Is it possible?
Affirmatively yes,
it is possible.
Pesky lifestyle of others must
be tolerated or be avoided
to win your battle of self.
With enormous gratitude,
live your life amongst others
with joyful tenderness.
And when you win
enough of your battle,
then humanity will blend with
your vision for they are looking
out for such a one in their midst.
Be that fellow who has
found the inner wheel.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.