And then I come out of the dream
And I can remember as much of it
As I can convert into reality.
And what I forget is not really forgotten –
It is buried in that deep part of my heart
That cannot find a foothold in the world.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
We’ll take it from there
Lost and found
Fallen and crowned
Silence and sound
Square and round
Let’s take it from here
And wherever our paths lead
We’ll laugh and we’ll bleed
And victoriously get there.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
When they pull the ground out From under your feet, Grow wings and learn to fly. When they hurt you, They make you stronger, Growing younger and younger Everyday until you die. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
People who try to bring you down Will see you rise - Their thorns will turn into your crown, That’s your prize. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
What is the sense
What is the essence
Of winning the world
And losing your soul
To the world you won
To which you don’t belong?
Trying to feel among –
Sadness in the heart of fun.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
The voices of the evening
If life is a dish
The street songs are its seasoning
In your heart make a wish
And leave it open
Because you never know in advance
Who is secretly hoping
To join you in the city’s dance.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Take it easy sometimes
Don’t take everything personal
People are under stress
Your meeting is just an interval
If you don’t engage
The river will keep on flowing
People will just keep on going
From page to page
From rage to rage
From stage to stage
From age to age.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Friends come and go
The heart continues to grow
The heart continues to know
The heart continues to sow
And to reap and to glow
The heart continue to flow
And to reminisce today tomorrow.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
If the glass is half full
Is my desire for you half empty?
Because our journey just began
But our feelings are already so plenty –
Is the glass empty or full of years?
Is the glass empty or full of cares?
Is the glass empty or full of fears?
Just drink up, my dear. Cheers!
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Your thought is your flight
Fly high, fly far, fly like animals roam
Following the light,
And when you’re done, fly back home.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the Inner river
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 