There is one frozen lake
That thaws not in the spring
It is winter of wordless ache
In my awakening
In my beginning
After I awoke
I greeted the earth and forgot
The language Creation spoke
Before the big bang
And ding dong merrily on high
Once upon a time
After a bell rang
Before the big bang
A song my spirit sang
Song of flame
In tongue of flame.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Wie hat sie das gemacht? Geschluckt. Gewürgt.
Muskulöses Gefühl
Zarte Handoberflächen, voller Reibung
Steine stürmen den Berg entlang
Avalanchenliebe.
Da laufen vier Füße auf cremigem Strand
Wäre da auch der Wind, käme trotzdem
Nichts ’rüber. Das sind keine Fußklopfen, nein
Herzschlagen. Herzschlagen.
Noch ruhiger wurde es dann
Immer ruhiger. Nicht Küsse sogar.
Nur diese zwei Handoberflächen
Reibungslos sogar. Reibungslos.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I forgot
I know not what
Because I forgot
And so I wander
And I wonder
Trying to remember.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I met a kiss
As I walked through the woods
It came out from behind a tree
Out of the cold
And met my lips
When I was not looking
It sent a shock of sorrow
Through my memories of tomorrow
And when I opened my eyes again
It was gone.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Wer mich will, der hat mich
Der zurück wich, dem wich ich
Aus. Auch.
Ein Gefühl im Bauch.
Zu schwer, Elefantenschrei
Ich fuhr auf, morgenfrüh
Im Innenraum einer rotgelben Wut
Das, was du leckst, das ist mein Blut
Liebe Frau
Das ist mein Blut.
Aufknallt, aufknarrt, aufkracht
Ach! Feuer Feuer
Aufknackt ein blutendes Herz –
Eine dicke langsame ruhige
Flüssigkeit, ausgedrückt wie ein Gedicht
Vom Dichter.
Dichter, Dichter, drück es ’raus.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Every time I want to go
Something tells me to stay
So far away from home.
Those who want to go end up staying
Those who want to stay end up going
So far away from home.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Hinter meinem Augenpaar
Sah ich, da war
Mein zweites Augenpaar, tiefklar
Und was es ungesehen sah
In der Weite, beinah
Machte aus meinem Nein ein Ja
Und vice versa
Was meine ich damit?
Das, was man äußerlich vertritt
Stets innerlich darunter litt
Macht uns schwach und echt und fit
Schritt für Schritt.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
When you see the future
It becomes the past
And the future becomes again
Unknown to you
To spend your life exploring your future
Is to spend your time scrutinizing your past
It is to miss all the joy and pain
The moment holds for you.
There is only one future
The result of what you do today
There is only one past
Tomorrow it will be today.
Love me today. Make a new tomorrow
Hope is my crystal ball
I see your heart aching for laughter
And laughter after laughter.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is a well
A deep oily well
Bottomless
It has swallowed time
My life time
I live in the future
I live in the past
I can’t find the present
It has squeezed hours
Split seconds
I cannot find time
Time to explore time.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Footprints on sand
What is the proof that you ever lived?
What is record of self?
What is confirmation of identity?
Passport? No. Insufficient.
Fingerprints? No. Mute.
You. Spirit. Spirit is evidence.
Speak your mind before you die.
Character. Be yourself.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 