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

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love

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

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

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

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

©LazharBouazzi (December 2, 2017)

The moon rose up
Late
Tonight.

Her face
A replica
Of Africa.

(C)LazharBouazzi, Tunisia

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

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

Today I saw a human
That used to be a stranger
Until we realized that through each other
We could dissect our inner angers

So piece by piece
We sat together
& picked my brain apart
Until I found out that it started
During the first trimester
when I evolved & grew a heart

///

(My attempt at describing
the way that I interpret life)
-Imagine the broken plate haiku-

I’ll be the plate
& the world can be the spite
That shattered me on the floor
Just to get me out of sight

Only this time the “sorry”
Actually brings me back to life
But each time a piece is missing
& it’s on repeat for every night.