Possibilities of joy are ruined by probabilities of sorrow Today will annoy the hell out of the peace of tomorrow Stay simple Don’t believe the hype A tiny ripple won’t burst your pipe if you don’t turn it into a big wave - Worry is deceptive, don’t be its slave. Be simple in expectation Be simple in perception Be simple in deliberation Be simple in expression. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
suspicion
TRUST, BROKEN
Trust, broken.
Thoughts, woken.
Hurt, spoken.
Touch, token.
Unpreparable.
It comes from the one you don’t expect.
Unrepairable.
You’ll never again be able to not suspect.
Healing is an intellectual token
Once the trust has been broken.
Only the spirit can find a new rhyme
In its own way, in its own time.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
PLAYGROUNDS
There is evil in the air
It chokes your breath in unexpected places
A playground, full of hard adult eyes
Watching, and avoiding, each other
While playing children loudly try
To shout the intruders merrily out –
One by one each parent
Picks up its child and hurries home
Away from this place
And no-one can say really why
The world became like this
Or when. It’s the future, and we’re there.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 