4:30

Last night,Our blood boiled

And we took up arms in aged battle 

Alas, when we parted

Moses's Rod lay between us

Who was Pharaoh?

And who was Jew?

So, we lay

Bodies cold, tongues sour

Sacks filled with grit

In the chill after a pour 

And when I heard the footsteps of dawn 

And Soleil sought us

I sought to mend that which was torn

To make my part yours

And my touch was a stone in a pond 

And once again a battle raged

But this time, Our fires burned 

All as a cock bore his message 

4:30

Musings of An Insomniac

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

Written For & Beside Her

5/8/14

Circa 4:30am

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FORGETTING

Where do people go when you forget them?

Do they runoff like a dewdrop on a leaf?

Or do they etch on your mind

Like the markings on a tombstone?

You built a house in my head

And now you sit on the porch

While whistling you whittle away my mind

And all bloom are charred by your torch

 

You call on the strangers that pass by

All of your own kind

With shiny eyes and rusty thoughts 

Warm words and cold hearts

And though there we share a drink

The doors remain barred 

And no matter what I may think

The timber remains scarred

For in the end 

I never forgot you. 

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

OWU

I dry

My wallet be like fish head 

Nothing dhe inside 

My eye don red

But e no fit red pass my account

When my money  go rise?

Like garri wey oversoak

No be say man pikin no get plans

Na say man pikin no get cheddar

My dreams come be like better soup

Na money killam

Like this,

I no fit run Caro Parol.

Ówū na Bastard!

#PoetryinPidgin

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

EMPTY

Alone 

Sorrow sodden songs

Stir sweet thoughts of pain

Memories of cold Suns and Scorching rain

Of sweet kisses and Sour tongues

Empty silence filled with thoughts 

Of first hurts and deep cuts

Here, Midas Curse rusts

And Vinegar nourishes

Venus words sweet and wry 

My temple takes repeated shelling 

My heart caves in,bats' dwelling 

Emptiness Sired by Love's Lyre
 

Empty like the tomb on the third day

Like the wine has seeped away from the kegs

Through holes punctured by trust

All that is left are dregs

My Heart is Empty.

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

IF I COULD LOVE...

If I could love...

I would love you

Make your voice my song 

Your soul my mirror

The letters I write would be long

Of tales and of me the hero

If I could love...

We would bring Shakespeare to life

And Tristan & Isolde would never die

Our love would bloom like rye

And of it we would be drunk

Only if I could love...

Until then...Come 

Let us be friends

Hold my hand while I hold back

For I will love you when Thomas believes

Our laughter shall ring far

And our tale even farther 

Of a Prince who could not woo his Princess

And the pall of friendship I will bear

But in time,open your gates to me

For even friendship comes with benefits 

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

ON SUNDAY MORNINGS...

On Sunday morning 

Our opium we gather to smoke

To revert back to the bliss

Snatched seven days thence

For there it's on him and not me

On Sunday morning

Let me go lest I be the evil one

Where then is my Purple robe

And Let my hands never lack luster 

Who can wear better? 

In the house of the Lord

Which we have built

We clap to bring Jericho down

While our pride stands erect 

On Sunday afternoon 

We gather before plates of rice 

Who remembers Lazarus at the door?

I do not for he looks to the Crescent Moon

Spirits felt,left aft' noon

On Sunday evening...

Bodies clad in fine silk

Our foots set for the square

To meet those of same ilk

And forget where afore we were

On Sunday night...

I lie and pen this

Seven days hence

Our opiums we will go to smoke

To revert to the bliss 

Written on a Sunday by 

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

 LOVE ME FROM AFAR

 

 

I am Icarus to your sun

I am entranced by your beauty

Singed by the sound of your laughter

Lifted by the weight of your gaze

They say eyes are windows to the heart

Then your heart is a furnace 

For your eyes breathe fire

A fire I long to drown in 

Look into my windows

Into the house I have built for you

Lie on the beds made of silk and Peacock's feather 

And there you shall shame Aphrodite

But when you look,do not come in

For the Book says that she that comes by the windows comes to steal

And my heart remains with me

For I love none but me...

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka