He was a messenger from far away
This thought that I secretly caught
And wonderful tidings he brought my way
Of all the secret things I still ought
Nay, must, do, must do
To you, my dear, to you.
But this he whispered first of all
That I must meet another stranger first
And secretly yield to his inner call
He lives in me, my root intuition’s thirst
For my secret powers become free
Only after I first become me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
You’ll never be a better man
Than the boy you once were
So, when you lose your way
The answer you seek is not far:
Remember the dream you once had
Between child- and adulthood
When the boy you once were
Had just awakened from his dream
And the man you now are
Had not yet forgotten that dream.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I carry with me only a pouch of hope
A flinch of salt for my daily bread
My shadows falter; my wings, they grope
For space, where seekers dread to tread
My sandals are poised to strike the sand
A grain of pain is universe
But when I prise open deep my hand
The lines of blessing write off any curse
In leaps and bounds my mountains guide me
When the moon is barking, my shadows hide me
Pauselessly, hard, intuitions ride me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
READ YOU.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is death
Without dying
Death of old things
Of shedding old feelings
You become a ghost
Of your former self –
Restless in peace
Because you’ve got so much to do.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Awaken
a person’s Ability
and you awaken the Person
Make use of
Your Ability and
You become a Personality
Your own Person.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Every friend
Takes a piece of you
But not all
Will give it back
From friendship to friendship
You lose more of you
And have to reinvent yourself
In the end
This is when
Your friends will tell you
That you have changed
And they don’t know you anymore
Only those
Who gave back what they took
Will understand you now
Because they were the soil
That yielded you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I don’t exist
I died when I was a child
My parents killed me
This is a ghost
A flag fluttering in the wind
A nameless mound
A seeking that has grown weary
Of seeking – a being
That has tired of being
But being me
I must be and wait
For my funeral song, composed by me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
It took a long time
For pain
To come back home
I had forgotten
All about it
I was not prepared
But like a thief
Stealthily it crept up
On me, oh my soul
Like a thief
Yes it stole its way
Back into my soul
I’m strong because I’m weak
I hurt because I seek
I’m not a loner, I’m lost
I did not break – because I believed
I’m broken – because I believed
I’m woken, I’m empty
All that’s left is just me
Asking me to look at me
Take good care of me
Look at me
Get to know me
For the first time in my life.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
A broken heart, how shall it mend?
Who shall this garden tend?
My heart, my heart… break not, nor bend
But remain into every end
My unwavering friend.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 