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
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
When you stop wanting to know everything,
You start knowing what to really want;
When you start wanting to grow into winning,
You start growing, focused, up and to the front.
Never forget the kind of people and things
That rejected you when you were nobody and nothing,
Your knowledge of them shall be the wings
That shall fly you over obstacles into your blessing.
Absorb the pain and become serious,
Trudge through the terrain no matter how tedious,
Be your true self and you’ll be mysterious,
And never return to all that was injurious.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Feel it fully Intensely not dully Pain beyond measure Is one of the earth’s treasures It grows your heart Makes it strong, soft and alert All in one. Your true heart Your spirit, your innermost part That lives on and on and on And on and on and on… Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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
Have you known pain More than you ever thought you could bear? You will recover again - When death approaches, immortal life is near. Accepting the inconceivable, Acknowledging the irretrievable, Internalising the unchangeable, Will slowly get you there. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
A year passed by so quickly, like a whirlwind. The most important lesson I have learned: Value people who tell you the truth, for they are rare. Be sparing with your trust. And know that, unfortunately or fortunately, there is always something more to every story you hear. The exceptions to this rule are rare. So, become circumspect, even as you love harder. Because the harder you love, the deeper you go into the heart of truth and deception. The human heart is on earth to grow, and it grows only by intense and authentic experiencing of itself and of other hearts. So, open your heart to everything, but know this: “Everything” includes both the light and the dark, both the dependable and the treacherous, coming both from strangers as well as, even more so, from the people you trust.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
Is there any hope for me? Good Friday not so good. A deep slumber of mystery, A soul troubled to darkly brood, A distracted mind of matter, But knock knock, knock on wood, Who’s there to lovingly shatter My illusions? For truth is food. Wake me up before you go - Resurrection will upon crucifixion intrude: Resist injustice, rediscover my glow, Because, inside, I’m in a sunny mood. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
It is a healed wound Or healing While it yet crooned I was feeling You did your worst To my inner child Eligwe did burst Sanctuary defiled. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
It‘s a strange feeling when you stop caring; You look for it inside you, it’s no longer there. The heart grows cold and stops sharing, And lies overtake the spirit of truth or dare. It’s a strange feeling when you stop fearing To lose what you love the most to have near. What has freed you leaves you feeling empty; The answers are few, the questions are plenty; But the urge to know has suddenly died recently. - Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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