Author: Che

EACH ONE HEAL ONE

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We all have that one person who we don’t like to think of, but who we also never forget. That one person, the thought of whom causes us so much pain and anger. That one person who hurt us, or deceived us, or betrayed us, or belittled us and made us feel so small, or took advantage of us, or kicked us when we were down and weak, or made a fool of us, or stole what was precious from us, or led us astray, or lied against us, or harmed us.Maybe it was that one person who we trusted deeply and who betrayed this trust. That one person who left a permanent scar in our heart. We all have that one person who we don’t like to think about but who we also never forget.

And that person also has the one person who they don’t like to think about but who they also never forget. And so it goes round and round in a circle, and we are all locked and connected in a net of pain and disappointment and bitterness and betrayal and memory and hurt. And regret. No one is spared, no one is innocent, no one is free of pain or of guilt. We are the ones who teach each other the lessons of life and of the vagaries of the human heart. We are all we have. Those that hurt you and those that harm you and those that heal you and those that hug you and those that have you are all the same people. Everybody has touched somebody. And everybody has been touched by somebody. Each one hurt one. Each one heal one. Forgive, and move on.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

AM ANFANG GEWUSST

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Alles passiert immer am Anfang,
Hierauf achte allezeit.
Der Ausgang sieht aus wie der Eingang;
Denk nur an den Sonnenauf- und -untergang.
Die Empfindung sieht deutlich den wahren Zustand
eines Menschen, dann meldet sich der Verstand
und sät Verworrenheit.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung

YEAR OF ACHING

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What a difference a year can make
Depending on the path you take
The pillars you shake
The bonds you break
The demons or the angels you wake
And the thirsts you slake.

For whose or for what’s sake?
For something real or for something fake?
Some say the heart is a lake
Beneath its surface there swims a snake
Your happiness is at stake
And yet all you seem to do is ache and ache.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

SEHR VIEL LIEBE

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Wie viel Liebe
erträgt ein einsames Herz
bevor sie sich umwandelt
in Schmerz?

Wieviel Sehnsucht
erträgt ein verlorenes Herz
bevor es sich begibt
auf die Reise heimwärts?

Wieviel Gemüt
erträgt ein Winterherz
bevor es endlich
auftaut im März?

Es hört nicht auf zu schmerzen
unter dem Lachen und Scherzen;
Worte auf Papier kann man schwärzen
aber Herze brennen weiter wie Kerzen.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung

NEVER KNOWING FOR SURE

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Knowing you‘ll Never know what happened
Is the most painful knowledge to possess
Because one thing that will never happen,
People will never ever voluntarily confess

Unless they change deep within
And then it makes no difference anymore,
The person who admits the sin
Is not the person who once opened the sore,
The person who comes back in
Is not the same person who walked out the door,
The opportunity to confront the mysterious djinn
Is gone for good and forevermore.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

ANDERE MEINUNGEN

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Ich suche nach anderen Meinungen
und finde stets die selben, die meinen
die anderen zu sein und akzeptieren
die anderen nicht, denn sie sind die kleinen.

Ich suche nach anderen Meinungen
und finde stets die alten in neuen Formen -
Was ich aber suche ist ein neues Innenwesen,
auch wenn verkleidet in alt aussehenden Normen.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung

THE HEART’S INDEPENDNECE

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Your Heart is an independent being,
Don’t mess with it or it will show you pepper.
All the wahala you think you’ve been seeing
Will be yam when it shows you real shege.
It will riot and refuse to obey you;
It will sing praise songs to your enemies;
It will believe things that are not true
And long for its own self-decided remedies.
It will turn into a wild unpredictable stranger
With its own rules and on its own mission;
It will rush forward and fear no danger,
Driven by its own incomprehensible Vision.
And when it hurts it will burn like hellfire;
And when it laughs, you feel you’re in paradise;
And when it loves it loves with fierce desire;
But if it dies, your urge to live also dies.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

WEISHEIT

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Um nicht mehr dumm zu sein,
Muss man die eigene Dummheit erkennen;
Denn dumm werden wir immer sein.
Aber in dem, daß wir uns zu ihr bekennen,
Lernen wir, sie in Weisheit umzubenennen.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung

WHERE THE HEART BELONGS

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Someone who doesn’t take you with both hands, willingly and eagerly and totally, that person is not your home, nor you theirs. No matter how much it hurts, tear yourself away from them and move on.

Wounds heal with time.

We live in two worlds simultaneously. The one world is politics and society, is work and recreation, is projects and ambitions and all kinds of responsibilities, is ideologies, and is even family too sometimes. This is the one world, in which we chase achievements.

But there is another world in which we also live. It is deeper, is more subtle, more intense, quieter, and often very invisible. It is the loves that come and go; the tears and longings that burn our hearts; the seldom laughter of genuine joy; the raw friendships; the secret passionate love affairs; the intimately guarded happy home; the given trust and the broken trust; it is the real us deep inside.

We live in these two worlds simultaneously. And then time passes, and we die. And our obituary is full of what we did in the one world. While all our memories from the other world depart with us quietly in our hearts. And in the hearts of those who shared it with us.

Wounds will heal with time. But, while you’re on that journey, don’t go to where your heart does not belong. Seek your happiness in being true to yourself, always.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

WORDS WORTH LITTLE

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What are words worth
On this lonely earth?
Actions seem more honest
But they also lie the best.
You don’t know what to believe -
Even silence too can deceive.
Only what you intuitively perceive
Will in the end be your reprieve.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river