I like to hear you…
Don’t keep it in – let it out
If it’s too strong for a whisper
Baby, shout.
Breathe in my Need
Breathe out your every doubt
The sun sets, the Moan rises
Douses my drought.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Poems
SEASON
These are fruits, and
This is a season of ripening
Your days are a basket of wishes
Filling empty
Rises blood sun
Ripen wound seeds everywhere
Simultaneously in
Broken concrete jungles
Be on your guard, brother
Like a watchman from his tower
These are Grave times, and
This is the season of the recurring demon.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
IN JUSTICE
JUSTICE
JUST IS
A SWORD
SOME WIELD
SOME YIELD
A WORD
ARBITRARY
CONTRARY
AND YET
SO ORDINARY.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
NEW ROADS
How maddening it must be
Upon reincarnation to see
The fullness of your memory
In all its grime and glory –
Take it away, take it away
I don’t want to know today
The sadness and joy of yesterday
With my heart let me find my way
I fell in love, in love anew
With dawn and dusk, with dream and dew
With life and love, through vice and virtue
Another me, another you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
IN THE NAME OF MUSIC
Broken chords
Broken locks
The open is gate
The soft is music
The lost is world
Lost and found
In the name of music
In the name of love.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
TAKE HER ACHING
I met a girl in the dark
I’m hurt, she said, hurt me
You’re singing in riddles, I said
She shook her head intensely
Her eyes were full of things she could not say
I’m in pain, she moaned, give me more
Crooked words lead straight to truth
Those who love each other hurt each other
And die wanting each other, immortally.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
ECCENTRICITY
So what on earth
Is really wrong
With being an eccentric?
Nature, when you rub it
Or bring opposite poles together
Becomes electric
Perception when it expands
And touches all sources
Becomes eclectic
People when you force them
Into an unnatural Framework
Become erratic
And almost every great Invention
Or new thought
Came from an eccentric.
So tell me…
What on earth could be wrong wrong
WIth being an eccentric?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
REMINISCING HOME
I’m feeling home
I’m home in quiet hut
They stand in circle
They smile in tongues of depth
Feeling home
Reminisce
Over
Lost friends
Friendships
Dreams, memories
A love lost and forever
Reminisce.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
INTELLECT
Much praised –
Who raised
You up?
And what do you really see?
What do you know?
Where Intuition sees
A thousand lies
Intellect has the tools
To fashion them into one
Uncomfortable hard truth.
Verily, some hearts
Have no mouths
And some mouths
Have no heart.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
WANN KOMMT ENDLICH DER ISLAMISCHE FRÜHLING?
Nicht nur arabischen Frühling
Braucht die Welt
Sondern vor allem islamischen Frühling.
Daß die Muslime selbst
Tagein tagaus
Weltweit auf die Straße gehen
Und gegen ihre mörderischen Glaubensbrüder protestieren.
Daß die Muslime selbst
Sich zusammenschließen und selbst
Ihre Radikalen zur Rechenschaft ziehen
Und verurteilen, und verändern
Und stoppen.
Nicht mich müssen die Liberalen und Moderaten überzeugen
Mit Erklärungen über die friedliche Natur ihrer Religion
Sondern ihre eigenen Geistesgefährten –
Denn auf uns hören oder reagieren sie eh net.
IHR müsst die Führung in die Hand nehmen,
Wir unterstützen. – Nicht umgekehrt.
Aber Euer Schweigen und Nichtstun diesbezüglich ist laut.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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