akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks) Poems

When eye was a little boy and prodigal,
eight years of age or less or more,
Papa marked me with x red bold and held his rod firm.
He bound this restiveness hand and ankles
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Come
And cruise with the love driver,
From ghetto to city center,
From blue bulb avenues to red light districts,
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Am a wanderer
Searching for my essence,
The root of my fathers are sweet, the
Fruits are bitter,
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There was no cloud
Yet the rain came heavy,
Our umbrellas were not ready
And we got soaked.
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Crystal raindrops and romantic breeze
Arouse this reality that becomes you.
For the moon you are stood in nakedness
Intimidating eye with purity hidden for long.
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Rain drops rhythmically,
A familiar sound for lonely hearts,

Looking out of the windows of emotion
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The emptiness of existence
Seeks fulfillment, the known
Drags us to the unknown.
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God made man from dust.
Nothingness of beginning and end,
And his will is attained out of total humility, charity…
Then we return to nothingness of death,
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Waiting for the cockroaches,
Fly, fly, fly, they perch ready to fly.
In fives and tens they pour into the house,
Wing raised, abdomen extended,
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Call me waste, call me muck,
Call me dirt, call me useless,
Put me in a black bag, dump me at wish,
Generate me and discard me,
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