There is a part of your world - Inside your heart - It is Gold. Beware of the gold-diggers Beware of the prospectors Remember Ghana or the Incas Protect the gold inside your heart. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
English
WHY?
I cannot handle lies like hot mounds of yam on a plate smoking squinted eyes thoughtfully tonguing open the gate of questioning Whys where Truth comes never or too late to hear my heart’s cries. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
I LOVE A LOT
For the sake of love I love a lot For the sake of the love which once I got I love to love and love a lot Without a plan, without a plot Just for the sake of the love which once upon a time I got and never again forgot. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
THE THOUGHTS THAT ATTACH
I‘m looking for the pain I can’t find it in all its usual hiding places I go inside, check again the box of fears, the memory full spaces But I can’t find the rain. Letting go of the thoughts that attach Not every perfect catch is a perfect match I cannot find the pain. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
GIVING
A broken heart is a portal to a misplaced chart of an immortal A soul bleeding is a soulful river It is quietly leading you to the Giver. To get you must give give humility The hardest way to live Purity, simplicity. The Giver’s Paradise is only for the giving even when he cries he is still forgiving. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
FRONT AND BACK
Some will want Wanting will be their front Some will taunt Taunting will be their front Some will flaunt Flaunting will be their front And some will be gaunt But it won’t be a front It will be real, for wont Of everything they want. Everything they lack - A place to call their own, The feeling of being at home - They want it back. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
EASTER
Tear the woods open wide It is a painting windowed in our dream Spear not the canvas to the side The blood waters a never-ending stream That will move mountains on Sunday And roll a rock downhill Into the valley of time we chime Monday Death is dead. Peace, be still The innocent should never be crucified While the guilty die on their pen Never was indignity this undignified Justice thus unjustified by unmanly men The innocent will rise again Broken the frame of your crown of lies Sunrays that fall like drops of rain A Spirit is born when a man dies. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
HUMAN GUITAR
A window into another world you are Smaller than a moon you are a star Nearer than proximity you feel from afar Sealed to others my heart to you is ajar You’ve got a ticket I’ve got a fast car I am the wound you are the tender scar Strumming my pain fingering my guitar. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
UNMISSING YOU
I miss you but missing you hurts less than kissing you So I miss you for missing you Is how I get to stop missing you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
DRIFTED APART
The truth must not only be true But it must also appear to be true - Or it will look like a lie. You must not only be you But you must also act like you Or you will feel like a lie. A small shift A big rift Swift A brief lift A Greek gift Drift. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
