2014

LIVE, PAIN, LOVE

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It’s just life
No pause
Inescapable laws

No brakes
No breaks
No breaking out – you’re done in

Few gives, few takes
The dark is near
It is in there

It’s always there
It’s just life
You pay the price – that’s your role

There is a myth, a legend
A hurt-filled, painful, word
They call it love

There are no guarantees
But they say
It will set you free – nothing more

It won’t bring you wealth
It won’t bring you power
It’s just life

Keep it warm
Keep it safe
Keep it alive – love – it’ll keep you alive.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

PAIN’S PLEASURES

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Pain kills
Pain heals
Pain thrills
It steals

And wills
And feels
And it chills

When pain rhymes
It rhymes with the times
And when it doesn’t
It doesn’t matter
Pain only rhymes when it matters.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

WALKING THE TALK

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I’m alive
When I was dead
The words flowed
Knocking knocking in the coffin

Now I’m alive
They hold their peace
I don’t write my fantasies anymore
I live them now

When I start writing again
Pity me. Mourn, mourn for me.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE

INHALTS REICH

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Ein Begriff ist eine Form –
Wenn man so denkt
Bekommt man die übergeordnete Norm
Vereinfacht und geschenkt

Sind deine Gedanken Fäden?
Sind deine Gefühle Wolken?
Treffen Worte bei Fehden
Härter wie Stein, Stahl oder Balken?

Haben Engel Schwingen
Weil sie im Gotteswillen schwingen?
Hat der Mensch keine
Weil Eigenwollen verhindert seine?

Dir ins Auge sehen heißt
In Igbo Sprache ich liebe dich
In deutscher Sicht ich achte dich
In anderer Sitte ich beanspruche Rechte über dich

Denn das Auge ist wohl allen
Das Tor ins innere Reich
Die Verbindung zum Fundamentalen –
Hier wird alles wieder gleich.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

ROUGH FRUITS

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I need everything
And I need dearth
I squeeze the leaven
To open the girth
My hour is eleven
Narrow, not straight
Rough sun having
Your fun on my mirth
When you burn my raven
Rekindle my hearth
I need Heaven
But I also need Earth.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

EINFACH ECHT

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Ich will Echtes erleben
Ich will kein inhaltsleeres Leben
Mit Sinn erfüllte Einsamkeit
Ist mir lieber als falsche Gemeinsamkeit

Was bleibt? Nichts.
Echtes bleibt formlos angesichts
Unserer festen Tat-Sachen –
Äußerlich gleichen Engel mal Drachen

Die Reise geht unaufhörlich weiter
Mal hart, mal linde, mal ernst, mal heiter
Dein Leben ist ein herrischer Reiter
Doch bist du sein devoter Leiter.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

DARKLIGHT

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Strike the spirit
They long for pain
The pain of breathing and moving
When the very sun begins to rain
And they die in pleasure
And feel alive again.

And to feel the sunrain
Dry and wet on soul
Burning hot
And awakening stonecold
Clarity of perception
Through a hole came the whole.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

BREAK COCOON

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The tomb
Heaven’s womb
The womb
Death’s tomb

When did you stop caring?
When you stopped fearing.
Your life is a window you’re wearing
Your death is an illusion you’re bearing

You can break with your past
Without committing suicide
Look out and cast
Your nesting mast
And thinking nests outside
Out wide.

You are not
What you think you are
What they think you are
What you’ve been told you are
What you’ve never been told you are
Because you forgot.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

BECAUSE OF SOMETHING MISUNDERSTOOD

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Because of something misunderstood, although constantly seen, we fought; we fought against one another. Neither of us was killed in the intense battle, but our friendship died, brutally murdered by mistrust and injured vanity and faults unconquered in you and me.

There was a word we left unspoken. Would that one had spoken it all this time, would that we had broken down the barriers, the artificial barriers, yesterday.

One day too late, yet all we see are smiles. Is it a joke, or a word of comfort, or a tale, an apology, a ruse, poetry or a bridge? Like it was when we started, like it was, is. Secrets sleeping sleep on still in the sands beneath the sea, lapping up the shores of solemn promises that may never be broken, until the sands are wetted and the rigid stances have melted, lest we break.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

HEART TOUCH

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Twice I touched her heart
So she cried

Once she cried
And then she cried no more.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.