People are like clothes Sometimes we change them Personalities are like clothes Sometimes we change them Consciousnesses are like clothes Sometimes we change them Places are like clothes Sometimes we change them Inwardly and outwardly For similar reasons And in between changing them We are naked. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Of Change
TYPES
Sometimes you are just not someone’s type. They might be attracted to you for a while, curious about you, interested in you, be entertained by you. But in the end they will betray you or leave you, because deep within their heart you are actually not their type or what they’re looking for.
And there are two types of them. Those that will tell you honestly up front. And those who won’t.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
PUT YOUR HEART INTO EVERYTHING YOU DO
Sometimes, many things you do you do it because you just don’t care. People think you do it, and do it that way, because you don’t know how to do it or you don’t know what to do.
They don’t know that you simply really just don’t care if it works or not, because it is not what you really want. You’re just doing it out of boredom and because it is available, and because you just have to do something to while away the time while you’re waiting for what you really want.
But that thing you really want, that thing you are waiting for, might never ever come.
So, why don’t you do well what you’re doing now; because in the end it might be the only thing you ever really got to do.
Love, put your heart into everything you do.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
DIFFERENT STORIES
The story is always told differently From how it really happened Because the story was experienced differently From how it really happened By everyone to whom it really happened Even while it really happened To everyone to whom it really happened Like it never really happened. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
CHANGE LEADS
Change leads to more change Every trigger triggers another trigger When life wants to rearrange Your life and make it even bigger It uses sudden change and surprise Pain is an inconsequential by-product Or a tool, a school, but the real prize Is your next level waiting to be unlocked So embrace change that refuses To be refused and powers itself through And challenges you and confuses You and transforms you into a higher you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
PARTS OF WAYS
Ways part in part And while parts of ways Stay apart other parts Remain inside the heart Until the harmattan of days Has cleared and the haze Lifts and a new path starts. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
HEALED BROKEN
It’s not as easy as you think
Some bones heal in their broken position
Yes, they don’t hurt anymore
But they will never again make the same old motion
And you will never again feel the former emotion.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
LOVE LIKE THE SUN
Like the sun rises every morning So love blossoms again in the heart After the night of agony and mourning The heart will ache to make a new start It might be an unfinished story Rising from the depth to try again Or a new love emerging in all its glory Making the heart forget all its past pain The edges blur, the points blunt The longing subsides, the tears dry New edges sharpen up a new front New wings unfold straining to fly For the heart wants to love badly Because love is the life of the soul Love gladly or love sadly or love madly Love alone makes the spirit whole. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
ERRATIC APRIL
Nature blowing hot and cold Playing hide and seek with the Spring Human hearts timid and bold Minds and bodies young and old Looking for a firm weather to hold, Not a cold snap, or a hot flash, or a fling. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
A NEW BEGINNING
A beautiful day, My heart opens in joy and gratitude And begins to pray: Thank You, Lord, for healing, for fortitude, For blessing my way With true friends and a heart of quietude, For sending Your Ray Of warmth into the depth of my solitude. Although I lost my woman I gained new friends and a reopened heart. With pain grows acumen; Life is a journey, Your Word is the Chart. It’s hard to be a true man But every new day is a good day to start. Daily You make me human, moulding through experiences my innermost part. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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