When sex becomes meaningless And repetition brings no satisfaction And enjoyment morphs into stress And indulgence brings overstimulation And more is less, more or less, The spirit slowly begins to dread temptation, Hard to resist, hard to satisfy The art of the lie and of the Lie, The bitter cup shall pass none by. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
sex
WE EXPECT MORE FROM SEX
We expect more from sex than it can give. And when it fails to give it, we take more and more and more of it, demanding with even more intensity and urgency from it that which it is unable to give. Unable to give because, no matter how deep and intimate it is, in the end it’s still just sex. It can never fulfil your soul. And the real you, the human spirit, is in the soul. There is a depth of unhappiness that it cannot fill, a height of joy it cannot reach. There is a fineness and exactness of intimate connection which sex can only crudely attempt to approximate without being able to fill the gaps.
The gaps that sincerity can fill; the gaps that honesty can bridge; the gaps that integrity can close; the gaps that trust can repair; the gaps that homogeneity can make disappear; the gaps that reliability can heal; the gaps that a shared Ideal and a common goal can plug; the gaps that working together can eliminate; the gaps that intimate truthful conversations can undo; the gaps that a harmonisation of thinking and intuiting can cure. All the gaps that the best sex in the world cannot fill. No matter how often and creatively we try to find the fulfilment therein.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
FOR INTIMACY
Attraction is not enough Seduction is not enough Arousal is not enough Being turned on is not enough Being in the mood is not enough Horniness is not enough Boredom is not enough Playfulness is not enough Liking a lot is not enough Friendship is not enough A craving need is not enough Curiosity is not enough Propensity is not enough And even love is not enough Not any longer - I need the deepest inner feeling That’s compatible and stronger In sync with spiritual healing. 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
SEX IS SECONDARY
Sex is secondary Mission is primary It is not who shares your bed but who shares your path you should wed Or you’ll suffer the aftermath. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
OHNE BERÜHRUNG
Ich küsste Dich
Es war nicht intim genug
Ich berührte Dich
Es war nicht intim genug
Ich durchdrang Dich
Es war nicht intim genug
Ferner denn je standen wir uns gegenüber
Wunderten uns darüber
Wieso ging es so schnell vorüber?
Bis kam die Möglichkeit, in Arbeit und Spiel
Zusammen zu streben nach höherem Ziel
Dann einigten wir uns im Wissen
Und Tun
Aus Dienen, Aufbau und Gewissen
Und nun
Siehe da:
Tiefer, intimer waren wir noch nie
Mit einander verbunden
Ohne Berührung habe ich so noch nie
Verschmelzung empfunden
Achtung, Ergänzung, Harmonie
Treffen sich am Innenort früherer Wunden.
Jetzt bist Du mir so nah.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
FEST UND TIEF
an gekommen
fest genommen
ab gegangen
tief gekommen
schluck genommen
heim gegangen.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
STÜRMISCH
Leidenschaftlich stürzt der Himmel sich auf die dunklen Berge - plötzlich ist es überall nass - und sie sind sehr laut. Diese Sehnsucht hat sich lang gestaut. Es blitzt wie ein helles Lachen Es donnert wie das Erwachen von etwas, das nur nachts in Bergen wohnt und nur die Hemmungslosen belohnt. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
MORGENDLICHES GEWITTER
Der geladene Himmel, schwül und hitzig, er hat es eilig heute Morgen - Wer kennt denn das nicht? Laut grunzend und stöhnend stürzt er sich auf die Erde, nimmt sie schnell und stürmisch in Besitz. Morgens ist sie ehe schon feucht. Das macht die Nacht mit ihr - Sie ist bereit für des Himmels volles Gewicht. Er leert sich in einem kurzen heftigen Guss - Wetterpoetisch nennen wir das einen regnerischen Morgen mit Donner und Blitz. Jetzt fallen nur noch die letzten Tropfen, die Hitze weicht einer weichen Brise, während die Vogelwelt ins Singen ausbricht. - Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
180GRAD
Ich schaue sie an
frage mich
wie das möglich ist:
Die Wandlung von einer wilden Nachtfee
in eine vierfache Alleinerziehende
die lächelt, gähnt und sagt:
Sex ist überbewertet.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerijee
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 