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A man found a tome,

In his newly acquired home.

A book of ancient prophecy,

And things he should not see.

Written by madmen,

Different from what we all can.

Secreted away,

It drove him mad in one day.

The night he read the tome,

He was visited by Demons alone.

Scores of Demons in his dreams,

Banded together in teams.

Sounds fell from their mouths,

Dead and corrupted:

"GOR NA'AATHUL TUL' CTHULHU.

KELN DU CTHULHU D'ORST NED."

Feeling their poisoned tongues,

His flesh, burning along.

With their very words,

Unto corrupted swords.

Do not speak the lines aloud,

EGO, this time, don't be proud.

Their divine language on his skin,

From these words you cannot win.

By

Ugonna Wachuku 

Show me the land and soul of your
dreams. Show me landscapes and
beauty in your heart. Show me new
moons and new planets. Show me
streams and rivers where lofty
life-giving water abides.

Show me scars of the loving
Lamb of Calvary: Tell me there
is love in your heart. Tell me
you do not smile and pretend to
love when you see me. Tell me
you remember me when I am not
in your presence. Tell me you
are not a hypocrite. Tell me
your love is real and abiding.

Tell me you are not a back-bitter.
Tell me why you should be called
human. Tell me your are not wicked.
Let me know that you want me to
live, breath and survive this
journey through life.

Let me know that you respect the
colour of my skin because I have
respected yours from beckoning
beginings of time. Tell me, you
will always be there for me;
even when dark clouds gather
for storm.

Tell me that my life is worthy
to you. Let me know why you do
not see my humane worth and
dignity of the spirit. Let me
embrace your caring spring and
waterfall.

For once, let me see you smile.
There is no bill to pay. IRS
won't be on your neck howling.
Then, let me know your wish:

Let me be there for you. Let me
calmly take you to my beautiful
meadow land where chanting birds
give hope and peace for life -
My meadow land of the living
where chanting birds give
loving voice to fresh
flowing fountains and
creative meadow lands
for love and charming
cherishment amongst
humanity!:

Then, let these flowing
fountains and chanting
birds light up your day

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_____

Ugonna Wachuku  

Let me be gone 

now ... Silence! 

Silence of the 

grave ...

Life on this 

enchanting 

earth home! 

Humankind with 

heartless homes: 

Fading moments of my
awakening...

I walk through unknown

pathways and river banks.

The mind in me is still;
yet wandering through
uncharted landscapes 
and meadow sea shores.

This new day, I stare into
clouds, hoping, wishing,
wondering if you'll let me be.

At night, I watch your stars
and moon; waiting, hoping.

Fading moments of my
awakening...

My journey has been a long
one. I have waited so long
in those eyes of human
recokoning.

I, really, keep wondering
whether you'll let me be.

Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...

My soul is heavy ladden.
My spirit reaches out;
searching to find some
meaning to this desolation
on flourishing farmlands
of abundance and beauty.

Will you finally let me be who

or what I am meant to be?
Because, now, this day, there
is joyful pain in my soul.

Will I be? Will I be?
Good Lord, I am still
waiting on you; while 

still striving, asking, 

seeking, knocking on

heaven's door of your 

deeply compassionate

heart. I am, hopefully, 

still waiting: "do not

pass me by!" 

Let me not be weary.
Let me soar and mount
on wonderful wings as 
your eagle of my essence.
Just let me be who I am 

created to be, abidingly: 
I humbly plead! 

Humankind with 

heartless homes: 

Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...

My soul is heavy ladden.
"Do not pass me by."

Give me your

mustard seed
faith. Let me

not be weary.  

Let me go 

home now

into your 

goodness

for there

is

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!

Let Me Be
~ Critiques/Comments ~

Misty Lackey  

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

This poem has very strong words. Strong and powerful. I am glad to see
you again, reviewing my poetry, loved what you wrote on western
desire.. you are a true peach of a talent yourself. love yea, misty
http://www.postpoems.com/members/mistylls  

Douglas Lazard
dougiebgood@hotmail.com 

These words, as if from a waking dream, call out to the soul as they
call out to God...
Yes this...
that thou hast called me to do and be... Let me be!

Peace my Brother and God's love ~~~ Dougie ~
http://PostPoems.com/members/dougie
2002-08-07 19:16:16

Ugonna Wachuku

Then, I saw the peaceful
reliable rainy rainbow
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