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 “Madness and Civilisation” speaks of madness as childhood,

 Something nature so tenderly cares and detests being rude,

 Dawn period goes with those childish,

 Since the shared codes barely stand the adults being priggish.

 

  I wonder the way,

 The insane disobey,

 Coldness as do the animals,

 Such is His vagueness!

 

  Once parting from rationality,

 Exist they with no humanity,

 Even if God takes away much,

 Given they are more tolerance as such.

 

  Made crazy by those they are blood of,

 The society does work too as it’s a part of,

 A received conspiracy that’s contentious,

 Since the victim may not deserve to lose sense.

 

  Yet He knows it all,

 And doesn’t let the virtuous fall,

 Here lies the mystery, the revelation,

 Mingled together, known and unknown!

 

 

 

 

Your Love

123 Iseethat Way

YouLove Me, Everyday 00284

 

In Propria Persona

 

 

 

 

 

In The Insatiable State Of LOVE               

                  County Of Distance                                 

                                                       

                                                                 

Your Love #1                                 )           No. U2- R4EACHOTHER

               )        

                     vs.                                    )           Petition For A More Tolerant 

                                                          )           LOVE That Will Tame Our 

My Love #1                             )            Sarcastic Behinds 

 

     Petitioner, Your Love, in propria persona, moves this Court to issue 

a Writ Of Habeas Corpus releasing Your Love and My Love from any 

and all triggers that interfere with the orderly running of this relationship.

 

     Since they met, they have undergone an insatiable relationship

under an extremely difficult situation. Both declaring themselves a little 

flakey, bizarre, and utterly senseless more often than not, they hereby admit

that they are now both completely off their rockers. 

 

    For the above aforementioned reasons, we ask this court to intervene

and impose a mandatory injunction with kindness, love, understanding a little less sarcasm. Due to extenuating circumstances beyond their control, they are unable to address this matter in any imaginable form of seriousness at the present time. 

 

   The petitioner, upon oath, states and verifies that on this 13th day of July, 2013,

that the information contained herein is true and correct, and both parties have agreed to pray they be discharged immediately from the custody and restraints

placed upon their LOVE by undue stress, insanity, aggravation, intolerance,

(a horrible telephone connection) and hope to be back on their rockers ASAP.

 

                                                                   With all Due Respect,

                                                                  Your Love and My Love

 

                                                                   In Propria Persona

 

 

 

 

2013 07/13/2013 8:50 pm ©

 

...................................

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

 

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

 

 

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

 

 

©

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

 

 

.........

To the other side of the veil is the reprieve,

To be seen only through a multifaceted sheen

Whose wisdom can only be perceived

By he who understands it's worth

Within the populous' array of dreams.

 

To walk alone in silent wonder, seeking,

Meek, in humble consent, harkening with clarity,

Not to awaken a misgiving or a calamity,

The veil once lifted, intrepidation and waiting cease,

The joiner exposed, understanding it's crosspiece.

 

 

 

 

6:07 PM 4/27/2013 ©

 

If this is all I can do,

Then I should take it to you,

As a clue for for me and you to follow,

Still unsure what to do with myself so hollow.

 

I'm so confused, I feel refused,

And accused of being the culprit.

I can't abuse, or suffuse,

This broken me I'm finding.

 

Coward? Idiot? I don't know.

Exactly what I am I can't discover,

And I'll never recover, or dissever,

My ties from this significant other.

 

I can't break this curse of stupidity,

This soul, bravery of fluidity,

Dripping away from me as moments broadcasting;

Never everlasting; my appearance contrasting.

 

Despite slight tolerance, severance has occurred,

And obscured my torn soul, my unclear architecture.

So despite the impression, give some digression,

And find reality's me, and my so clear recession.

 

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Just so we can see, our reality we're facing,

Our confusion fast pacing; but together we can lace,

And trace our new future, if even new at all.

 

Maybe it'll be the same future it has always been,

Because what's yet to come may never be discovered,

So if thought about it right, all can be all right,

And we never will have to change, never recovered.

 

We can't rearrange our future, or rearrange us,

Only because of that force, that invisible source,

That we call our love, that admiration that floats above,

A disasterful, irreparable and regrettable course.

 

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Because hopefully you'll see, the meaning behind me.

If you look close into my eyes, the meaning becomes true,

Because if you look close into my eyes, what is seen is you.

People should let people be people
And remember that
Just because they're not like you
Does not make them evil

Written in a Geneva:

Switzerland Churchyard  

 

Ugonna Wachuku

 

A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.  

 

Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour..." Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.

 

Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.

 

At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.

 

Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am  the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.

 

AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
under
heaven's
loving
eyes
and
hope
u
n
c
h
a
i
n
e
d
!
!
!
!
!
!
!
_ 

 

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 the 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

a

l

w

a

y

s

!
_____

Homage to Geneva  

 

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

(c) 1998: Ugonna Wachuku 

 

Contents: 

 

Dedication

 

Prologue

 

Escalade

 

Homage to Geneva

 

Fireworks

 

Spirit of Geneva

 

English Garden

 

River Walk

 

Alpine Garden

 

Take My Love

 

The Author 

 

Dedication: 

 

To every Genevese

and to every other

human being who,

in oneness, symbolize

that Genevan spirit

of tolerance, peace,

humanitarianism and

brotherhood of all

humankind.

 

 

Prologue  

 

"Man is born free;

and everywhere he

is in chains."

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

 

"The desire to be as

civil as possible is

a deep motive for the

contemplative life."

~M. Scott Peck

 

In Geneva today, the human creative spirit is

not in chains. One is invited to let one's creative

essence run calmly wild for the peaceful good of all

humanity.

 

In contemplation therefore, Geneva will never cease

to awe and inspire  my deepest poetic emotion. For

me, Geneva is not just a small, global city and state.

Geneva is an emerald beauty of huge, natural, creative

inspiration so unexplainable.

 

In paying this homage to Geneva, it is my kind wish to

invoke the most subtle feeling in every human heart -

so that we can begin to see Geneva anew based on her

ancestral heritage in the reformation and humanitarianism.

 

And also in the moving spirit of her hard-won independence

clothed in that strengthening solidarity of the human spirit.

In Geneva's great name, let us continue to live with that

cherished spirit of peace warmed in the sky-blue garments

of love and solidified in the flame of human adversity

and soulful yearning for survival through this journey

called life.

 

At the very dawn of the new millennium, let us embrace

one another with that sweet fragrance of humane care

and healing oneness.

 

In Geneva's meadow gardens and green country-sides

of inspiration and peace, :- from Hermance to Dardagny;

from Veyrier to Versoix, to Plan-les-Ouates - where 

inspiring Patek Philippe have been humanely creating

worthy watches for humankind since 1839, let us, indeed,

affirm our love for one another despite our skin colour,

religious creed, social status, level of education or ethnic

origin: 

By doing so, we will surely build an enchanting world of

peace and humaneness where everyone will sit with joy

and fulfilment under his or her own Alpine tree

or palm tree.

 

Subsequently, let me specially call on all women and

men of inspiration and goodwill to join me in paying

this heart-felt homage to Geneva - with additional

inspiration and encouragement from abiding friends

such as Franck Muller: Master of Complications! 

 

Let my creative tribute to this humanely great Canton of

the Swiss, Confederation Helvetia, which I have come to

christen: Poetic Geneva, outlive the monuments of time

and stone. Let us cherish this humble homage to Geneva

now and forever!

 

Ugonna Wachuku

Wednesday 20 May, 1998

Geneva, Switzerland

 

i:

 

Escalade 

 

There is a spirit so strong

and beautiful on this land

called Geneva where the

rivers Rhone and Arve

calmly flow.

 

On a summer boatride down

the Rhone town and country,

one's joy is aroused by the

enchanting nature of Geneva's

bloom and glow.

 

Geneva is a beautiful land

beckoning to love and to

embrace with a maidens's

charm.

 

The people of Geneva are

beautiful too. It is the

people's strong spirit

that sustains the land in

beauty an peaceful

independence.

 

This strong spirit came

on firmly during that

dark night of December

11, 1602, when it seemed

the stars of hope and

light had fled from

Geneva's sky.

 

When it seemed the people

of Geneva will smile no

more in the land's beauty.

With Charles-Emmanuel -

Duke of Savoy on the brink

of conquering Geneva by

suprise, the land's peaceful

soul was shaken.

 

From the city walls at

Plainpalais to the

clinging bells of Saint

Peter's Cathedral, the

Genevese raised their

loving lanterns in

oneness.

 

Jacques Mrcier's first

shot of warning can

still be heard today,

raising that strong

spirit for the land's

fragrant, uplifting

freedom.

 

Even Francois Bousezel

who gave his life to

keep Geneva's peaceful

independence and beauty

will still be remembered

till the end of time.

 

In a spirit of oneness

and love, Geneva fought

to bring glorious light

and freedom during that

night of terror.

 

Through the years, that

sweet aroma of Mere

Royaume's pot of saving

soup can still be breathed

in soothing defence of

Geneva's independence.

 

Lady Piaget's keys

unlocked the darling

door to freedom and

joyful victory.

 

Geneva won her freedom,

her peaceful independence

when Isaac Mercier dropped

the Portcullis at the

blown-up gate of Porte

Neuve.

 

The stars smiled.

Heaven heathered.

 

The dark grey sky

bloomed into dewy

dawn on that glorious

sunday morning when

Theodore de Beze and

Simone Goulart led

Geneva in worship

and praise to God

Almighty who made

all things peaceful

and beautifully

healing.

 

Remember, there is

a strong spirit so

splendid and uplifting

on this land of heaven's

earth called Geneva where

the rivers Rhone and Arve

freshly flow with gladness.

 

There is a spirit so

strong and beautifully

inspiring on this

Genevese land called

Saint Gervais where

eighteen men lie

while the freedom

and peaceful

independence

they won live

for you and

for me till

the end of

time!

 

....... From my book: Homage to Geneva ....... 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku: May 1998 

Geneva: Switzerland 

_ 

 

Homage to Geneva 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Serene Moment

belleloved@excite.com

  A very nice tribute to Geneva.  I've learned a lot on an historical perspective.  Great work. ^_^  

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com

Ugonna, 

 

What a wonderful homage to a beautiful city. My husband and I have visited Geneva and found it to be a lovely, ethereal place whose citizens are friendly and welcoming.  I enjoyed the historical citations in your "Homage to Geneva."  A beautiful piece! 

 

Best regards, 

 

Helen

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2002-02-22 12:03:50 

Farah D

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

I was in Geneva last month and I can totally relate to the sentiments that you have expressed so beautifully here..Ugonna. Its a most wonderful and humane city...and you have brought that aspect of the city so well in your poem. Its as if Geneva is speaking to you and through the words of Geneva you speak to us. One of my most memorable memories of Geneva is from the air as the plane swoops in to land ..with the calmness of the lake beckoning you to come down quickly. I will surely be back again in Geneva soon and I will surely be back before that to read your wonderful words. Thank you Ugonna.

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2002-04-14 13:53:42