Poetry

FIRST NATURE

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I feel you close
All those of you
Who love the rose
Within you too,
When you’re near
All is fair
As virtue

When you’re gone
Or I the bridge
Have again undone,
Built a ridge,
I forget you,
Call you untrue
And intrigue…

But deep within
My human heart,
Beneath the skin,
Another part
Still remembers
In the fire’s embers
Our start.

There’s more in nature
Than what we see
Behind your second nature
Search quietly
There’ll you’ll find
Behind your mind
Your first nature…

The one that feels
The beings unseen
The one that heals
In the worlds between
Every night
Weeps for the Light
Unseen.

I feel you close
All those of you
Who love the rose
Within you too –
I know you’re near
I almost hear
And feel you…

A bond of love
Unbreakable
Linked to the Dove
A sacred table –
All those who know
Don’t let it show…
The world calls it a Fable.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

POLITICS

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You never let the sun rise
Without it too making a compromise
Truths are protected by subtle lies

Give a little, grieve a little
Always grease a lot, take it all
In the spirit of we-sacrifice

Taboo and sacrilege you court
Hiding from safe place to safe place
Waving to your constituent electorate

But wait!, it’s a game, right?
Well played. You won again.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

WHO KNOWS?

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The tension is mounting
The spring is wound
The wind is waiting
The tornado is forming, is coming
Is come.

Pain is the voice
Of the garden in you
Inviting you to come into it
There to discover the newest treasure
It has prepared for you
Upon its peaks.

How far can you go?
How long can you walk a path?
How come?

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PAPERMINT

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They say twisted minds don’t believe
When the way is straight
They draw back suspiciously and
Wait for wile and guile, to smile

The stiff alarm I ignored you
New you were lying, but still old you close
Paperminting fresh notes, suckers
That will get laid but won’t get paid

Flesh throaters singing of tribulation
I love to whip your twisted mind
Tongue lashes, reams of read streams
Streaks you shriek! Dream lines of silence scream.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

SILENCE WILL ROLL INTO SILENCE

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Silence will roll into silence
When your heart, for miles,
Lonely, clothed in the essence
Of sorrow shed in every sense
But one…,
Arises before your countenance
And, despite sorrow, smiles –
Fresh Food for your sustenance,
Fresh impetus for the long distance
You run…

Do you hear the rolling silence?
If you listen and listen hard
To Silence, the deeper bard;
Just listen, listen in hard…
Do you hear the rolling silence?

Silence will roll into silence
When the pain in you
Has crossed the line into convalescence
And the Horizon’s in view.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

ALIVE

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Alive in your grave
I hear your thoughts
Squirm
Unruffled by your
Poker mug

Two black stones
Sprout
On your grave head
Pierce my soul’s louvres
Shivers me alive.

Cold come forth
I need your warmth
– gently!
Exhume me…
With care.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

DON’T

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There is a slitherer
Snaking without fear
For he owns your urges

Like thirst owns the night
Like Guilt owns sight
Like frustrations delight owning

Like we argued about seeking distance
And about seeking closeness
And said I don’t fucking care

Just so we would not say
I love you, you are mine
Don’t sleep with him, don’t sleep with her, Baby.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

COME BACK HOME

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Diamonds and pearls
Gold, frankincense and myrrh
Silver and jewels
Precious stones, rubies, crystals
Treasures…

Beauty is a thing of the Spirit
It reminds the spirit of its home
And gives it the incentive
To come back home.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

SEARCH

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I think I definitely lost something
A better me
I hold a promise locked somewhere in my soul
But I’ve forgotten what it is
I know not how to unlock it
It is gone
Gone home.

Imagine
You are walking and
Walking and walking and walking
And
Walking and walking
And suddenly you make out something
In the distance –
But it is silent all around you
No life, no flowers, no birds
Only a dusty sun…

When you get to the object
You find that it is a tombstone
A silent grave undustied
In the middle of the desert
And your name is written on it
There
Waiting for you
In the middle of nowhere –
What do you do?
Thirsty soul
Hungry for love
Dying for the water of life
You stand for a long time
And stare down at your
Resting place.

But when you looked up
You saw
Gleaming above a distant hill
The green back of a yellow sun
Not dusty
Not lost…
What do you do?
Lay down in your grave
And die?
Or leave your name behind
And continue to walk
You talk to yourself
I hear you I hear you
Talking to yourself
Like a mad woman…

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

UNDERBRUSH

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Carry me
Marry me
Madness pain
Sadness moon
Tidal silence be violent
On me

I have seen it all
Love a lie
Hatred a voiceless bond
Treachery a given
Weakness our one true calling
I have seen enough.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.