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I refuse to try
and feel your pain,
such an intimacy, gifted,
which each person must
tend to alone, to be lifted
from it's agony, sifted.
I can lend empathy,
bear the weight of the burden,
be the star you reach for,
for I cannot shun, as a child
birthed into sorrow
who never walks,
can never run.
Free as the wind blows,
does also the love that grows,
and being the light,
cannot come to be
without the darkness...
do you see?
Do not be fooled by those
who speak of emotions
they seek, for themselves
is who they cry for,
and it is their own ego
they will die for.
Try and imagine
connectedness and love,
are true in fashion...
...when respect
can come between what
loved ones feel,
and what is seen.
The beauty of life is not to
touch the sun, and run
from the pyre,
for underneath the tainted
flesh we become the sun,
and it's living fire.

To go against it would be jumping through clouds,

With no way to see what awaits to break the fall.

To embrace it would be to ride stallions across wildfire,

Leaving behind a trail of ashes,
All that was known sinks to the depth of time.

Tears could clear a path to solace,

No way to stop this horse from running,

Taking me to where the earth meets the stars,

Finding my place in foreign lands,

Speaking a tongue from your native language,

So alien to me, though it breaks the silence.

A barrier placed through icy walls,

Skin becomes tougher as it is frozen.

Skipped heartbeats take me closer,

To find myself back where I started,

A journey with no pursuit or direction,

Knowledge grows fruit on the tree of wisdom.

I am not afraid

to become who I ought

to travel through my youth

& teach what I've been taught

I am not afraid

to grow wisdom in my eyes

experience in my hair

knowledge in my skin

& greatness in my smile

I am not afraid

I am not afraid

to bear what's been born

to save what's been scorn

to love any shape, or

any form

I am not afraid

to accept what's been done,

to acknowledge what's be won

or renew what's begun

I am not afraid

I am not afraid

to thank the unreachable

to forgive the unthinkable

or teach the unfathomable

I am not afraid

to try and then fail

to be defeated, then prevail

to see the beauty in becoming frail

or forget the times i knew so well

I am not afraid

2005

Go ahead and give me those dirty looks

Because I see right through you

Go ahead and give me your silent treatment

Because I don’t want to hear you

Go ahead and use your twisted manipulation

Because I have grown stronger

At the end of the day I know that I have tried

I know that I was fair

I know that I was patient

I know that I was supportive

I know that I was understanding

It breaks my heart that is has to be this way

But it would hurt more if it stayed the same

Success, Success, Success the whole mankind is running for,
Working hard on so many chores….

Is money success? Is name success? What is Success?
Is Success always having more and never less?

There is no definition to success clear,
We make our own opinions for success,
We make our own notions for failure and fear…..

Then what is the “Success Motto” blowing around….
Is there something permanent you have found!

Yes the motto of success is to be happy now,
You’re not living successfully,
Contemplating on thoughts of past and future how?

Success is to concentrate, be consistent and determined,
Successful are those who take adversities as a positive wind….

Real success means, I am happy no matter what?
Real success is a well lived life,
When the lord takes a glimpse shot!!!

A thousand axes are cutting me down.
Cut away, cut me down as low as it can go.
You'll all find though that like an old tree,
I'm strongest at the roots.

So no matter how hard you try,
my feet are on the ground and I'm happy.
There is nothing that can be done to uproot me.
God is the only thing that will ever dictate my life.

I cannot be changed and I will resist it.
These changes will be done when I'm ready.
So please take the axes to yourself
And leave me to grow.

Sometimes- you can tell when you've grown up.
Sometimes- you can tell what your dreams are.
Sometimes- are real.

Oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
the manipulation the fear
the passive aggression still lives inside
stuffing, ignoring and wanting to hide
when will I let go of these traits
when will I stop making such great mistakes

oh mother I love you dear
my love for you is so sincere
but this you've passed on
leaves people mistrusting me
so suspicious and always left questioning
how can I blame them when this is my truth
should have grown past this while still in my youth

oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
won't just disappear
the blaming the shaming the guilt instilled
all of it leaving me so unfulfilled
I try so hard to fight my own nature
and no one's gonna sign my liability waiver

Oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
I cannot revere
you say it's a family trait
like it's something to celebrate
but that does not resonate
and I will not be your replicate
Oh mother I love you dear
I promise myself I will perservere

Ugonna Wachuku 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

social justice, for

dying humankind's

well-being globally, 

for fertile farmlands

and humane harvest. 

Inequality blooms!

Silence! You don't 

count! 

Church bells are silently

ringing at the distance.

Temple bells are also 

ringing. And Mosque 

calls mingle with these 

ringing bells alive. 

I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear 

humankind singing: 
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear

you from Nigeria!

I can hear you from

Mexico! I can hear

you from these United

States of America!

I am 

human! 

I am

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I can hear you from
our woods. I can hear 

you from this earth!

I am uncounted

human! 

I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still

human unloved! 

But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in
silence. 

At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.  

Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul: 

That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen 

across our breathing 

blue earth!

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

resilience, for soothing

social justice, for fresh 

farming and harvest, 

for dying humankind's

well-being, globally!

Inequality is King!

Skin colour brightly 

bars in hidden

hearts! 

Silence! 

Silence!  

Silence!

Yet, I can hear your

handsome hate from

enchanting earth's 

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