Mein Herz sehnt sich wie ein Flugzeug drängend durch die Wolken stürmisch eilig RaumZeit brechend dem Fingerzeig der Liebe folgend, fühlend sich heimisch nur in Leidenschaft und in Erregung, noch mehr in Empfindung und in Bewegung, sehnt sich nach authentischer Erfüllung, nach Wirklichkeit und nach Veredelung - und startet wieder neu nach jeder Landung. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
JUST ONCE
There are things that other people can do a hundred times and get away with it. But if you do it just once, you will get caught or it will stay with you for the rest of your life. If another person doesn’t catch you, your conscience catches you and makes you pay for it from that moment until the day you die. To stop it you’ll have to kill your conscience, in which case you die a deeper death. So, in order to live, you have to live with it. You have no choice but to bear it and mature through it. Just for something you did just once.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
LIGHT TRAVEL
Travel light For the road has all you need But pack right - The important things - and Godspeed. Have a good flight. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
THE GAMES WE PLAY
These games that we play, and think it’s just fun, they can really damage people. And by the time we start to suspect the damage we have done and start to pull back, it’s already too late and the victims are left reeling and wounded for the rest of their lives or for a very long time afterwards. These games of hearts, of love and sex, and of adventures, of selfish desires and of fun.
Sometimes we think we’re just expressing ourselves, or just seeking the meaning of life, or just getting out of life everything that it has to offer, or just doing what “everybody else” does, or just living life to the full, or just making sure we don’t die one day with regrets in our hearts of the things we left undone, or simply assuaging our own personal propensities, or even getting back at someone, or maybe trying to experience for ourselves how something feels, or just having some harmless fun.
I used to think that the things I would one day regret the most are the things I left undone, the opportunities I missed because I did not try to get them. But now I realise that the pain and regret that comes from doing certain things is even worse, and is real, and stays with you. You can’t run away from them because it is real and something you actually did. And all the apologies in the world has not made them go away. The only consolation, if any, is that your heart has learned a deep lesson that should, hopefully, make you a better person for the rest of this life and also in your subsequent reincarnations on Earth. Hearts hurt for a very long time.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
WENDEPUNKT SCHMERZ
Wenn die Brise steif wird Wenn der Riese reif wird Wenn das Ende kalt wird Wenn die Wende alt wird Wenn das Herz zart wird Wenn der Schmerz hart wird Wende ich mich ab von Dir. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
FAKE
MENSCHEN WIE MUSIK
Die Musik ist schön
wenn sie wenig macht
kaum zu hören
weder tanzt noch lacht
und sehr persönlich ist.
Und so sind die Menschen auch
die man wirklich braucht,
die in Dich hineingehen
und Dich innig verstehen
so wie Du bist.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
ON MY MIND
People are illusions
in our mind
Emotional intrusions
Never mind
Out of sight
is not out of mind
Day and night
You’re on my mind.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
ABSCHIED VON UNSCHULD
Man sagt, das Jahr nimmt Abschied, man hört es in jedem Weihnachtslied, atmet es im wehmütigen Duft ein und sieht es im Kerzenlichtlein. Man ahnt, es ist nicht nur das Jahr, das geht; es geht auch die Unschuld, die nur Gutes versteht; es geht und vergeht kindliches Vertrauen an Liebe, und durchblickende Härte ist alles, was verbliebe. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
ASSUMPTION IS THE FILTER OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Realising you’ve been deceived Is very hard to believe Because it looked so real How it made you feel But that is the first rule of deception It must never look like deception When you look at a wolf clothed as a sheep You don’t see a wolf clothed as a sheep You see a sheep. Everything around you Could be a cover created to confound you. Our wishes, insecurities, vanities, memories, Propensities - they all block our senses. Assumption is the filter of consciousness. Worse, presumption. Everything is a dress, And who or what is wearing each dress You will learn by experience as you progress. But as you become more knowledgeable You ironically also become more gullible. You are stunned, as you learn and grow, To realise there’s still so much you don’t know. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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