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
True love is given automatically
Irresistibly and totally
Without being demanded extraordinarily
Or exclusively.
Loyalty is given freely
Happily, personally and genuinely
Without being prompted forcefully
Or granted guiltily.
Only honesty is voluntary
It’s a choice, it’s not arbitrary
You decide deliberately in the sanctuary
Of your heart to be honest or to the contrary.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
The Person I choose Has to choose me too In order for me to choose them There is no us without you Only me. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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
When the wound heals outside Without healing inside Baby you are beautiful inside and outside Your smile is open wide But your heart, the one that cried But your heart, the one that lied But your heart, the one that died Is closed up on the inside And will continue to pretend and to hide… Your laughter is it pain or is it pride? Lonely bride You are a lonely bride. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
That moment comes and it suddenly clicks, That someone you thought was close to you Really does not know you. The mind played tricks - Or was it the heart? - on both of you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
In the morning when the sun arises A light shall also dawn within you, A clarity that intrinsically recognises What on Earth you are supposed to do - To awaken to service to the good, For kindness, honesty, courage and humility Are life’s deeper nourishment and food And the template of humanity. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
My friends are more important to me than my lovers. Lovers betray you, at some level, but friends stay loyal. True friends. The best lovers are also friends. The best friends don’t have to be lovers, don’t need to be lovers, to mean the world to you. Friendship beats everything else. There are some people you can be lovers with, but not friends. The moment the love affair ends, the friendship collapses, because it was inwardly empty. It was only sex, carnal comfort and perhaps some degree of emotional connection, but without reciprocal Depth. No sex is worth the best friendship. Nothing beats a person you share your truth with and the truth is safe with them, and they share their truth with you and it is safe with you. Share is the operational word. Safe is the magic word. It is safeness and trust. Respect, honesty and genuineness.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
If it’s just the two of us, let it be just the two of us. Don’t believe what anyone from outside tells you.
If I open myself to you then, believe me, nobody knows me better than you do.
Trust your heart and trust me. The exclusive magic at the core of our love will see us through.
But if you fail to bring up the courage to believe, or if you yield to outside influence, you damage our super glue.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
My Heart is full Of you and the pull Of you but of all Of you not just a part Of you from the start Of you to the heart Of you I hear the call Of you in my heart. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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