You switch between poor and rich But which is which? Your soul is a glitch. Wealth never made you rich It only made you a bitch Poverty never made you a witch It simply left you in a stitch Being poor and being rich Have both given you an itch Scratch the surface, it is a ditch Being poor and being rich Are two sides off the middle pitch Scratch the sides, run into a hitch Only Health is wealth, that’s the glitch. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
English
RESTLESSNESS
Good Morning To every urge that always makes you get up; Good Morning To every discomfort that has never let up; Good Morning To every dream that lifts your head up; Good Morning To every memory that makes you fed up With lying down lamenting and self-compromising While the day is dawning and the sun is rising; Good Morning to restlessness, The twin-partner of purposefulness. Get up! and keep seeking to reach, or grasp, the Horizon - No matter what you have found before There is always something more. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Read also the book: THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING MORE
HOPE TO BE FOUND
Line your pockets with seeds of hope Find purpose when you secretly grope through your hidden emotions, touch one, touch all, no emotion is too much, no matter how intense. The deeper the grip, the closer it is to the reaper - And you are the reaper of what you sow. Empty your pockets of what you know As you walk the road leave a flower trail The Grail finds you if you seek the Grail. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
TALK LESS OF TALKING
How do you move from talking everyday To never talking at all? Say. Say. Say. Because speaking about each Problem, the say, is how to begin to solve them. But what if speech is the problem and Silence is the only solution close at hand? What if talking everyday is too much And the pauses bring the deeper touch? Che Chidi Chukwumerije
PASS IT ON
If you think of how many times God has forgiven you… So many sins, so many crimes God has forgiven you… In this and in former lifetimes God has forgiven you… You would have more compassion for your fellow humans’ crimes of reason and sins of passion. For your fellow humans you would reduce your judgement’s ration. For you’re fellow humans. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
GOING SOLO
Once he doesn’t care anymore All the beauty in the world becomes a bore Every tender touch pinches a sore Promises of true love sound like folklore. He walks out forever through the door He totally overturns what he is living for When he has been wounded to the core Every woman now seems to him to be a whore. Fitting in with the act turns into a chore He rips off the mask which once he wore The mask his heartbreak from his heart tore And breaks away from the naive days of yore. An angel or a demon? Neither nor. Be yourself or die trying? Either or. Whatever else life may have in store He’ll carve his own way now to heaven’s shore. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
SEX IS SECONDARY
Sex is secondary Mission is primary It is not who shares your bed but who shares your path you should wed Or you’ll suffer the aftermath. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW
If you want to know if people love you, strip yourself of all lustre, rizz and fanfare, like the trees shed their leaves in autumn, so naturalness lays the human heart bare. If you want to know if people accept you, be yourself right from the very start, not from the middle and not at the end, your truth will expose the truth in their heart. If you want to be free of pressure in your life, tell people your truth as early as you can; once they know and accept you as you are, you can then live freely as your own human. If you want to know how you really are, remove your mask and exhibit your true self. From people’s reactions over time you will honestly know whether to change, or to continue to be, yourself. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
NEW EVERY MORNING
Every day, like a mother,
delivers a new version of me
No matter what binds me today,
tomorrow I will be free.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
GOODNESS FIRST
When you whet the dry water wheel It churns your mind and turns your thoughts From stone to bread for the unfed Soul food for those well-bred With longing, because longing is the art Of belonging to the wellspring of intuition. Then you will love the Good More than you love the hood More even than you love your blood For Good alone is of God; Hood is human, blood is earthly - Without goodness they are empty. Goodness above all. Goodness first. Be good, for it will quench your thirst. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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