Fallen Stars - Poems by Chinye P. Billeter (Nee Osai)
- By Chinye P. Billeter (Nee Osai)
- Published May 3, 2008
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Chinye P. Billeter (Nee Osai)
Chinye is a Nigerian writer and musician. She began creative writing at the age of seven and throughout her academic years Chinye’s desire to pursue her passions never dwindled. In 2003 she began singing in the gospel choir at her local church while studying a five-year degree programme in Pure and Applied Chemistry at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. In the autumn of 2004, after graduating with a Bachelors of Science degree, she decided to throw all caution to the wind and travelled to London where she enrolled in the London Centre of Contemporary Music (LCCM) to study Music Performance and Production. Having graduated in July 2006, Chinye received the award for ‘Best Project of 2006’ from the LCCM.
Chinye’s music and writing is rendered with raw passion, evokes the spiritual and provokes deeper thought and controversy. When she isn’t performing live, writing and recording, she is collaborating with other talented artists one of whom is her husband, Jerome Billeter – A bass guitar player and composer.
In her own words:
“What lies ahead is not to be feared but eagerly awaited with the understanding that each moment is an intrinsic part of a timeless existence.”
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SO IT WAS
He died of natural causes
So the word rapidly spreading said
There were no witnesses,
And no need for the coroner’s report
People already knew somehow.
On that still day
In a dimly lit room
Behind polished oak doors
Someone, something had visited
Speculation has it that it was no stranger
For there was no struggle or fuss;
This mystery guest knew intimately
How to make anyone’s heart its home
They say he was found strangely engrossed
Reminiscing perhaps.
Scores of photographs disarrayed
Some glamorous, some not
Portraits of a lonesome man
Destined for a departure unknown
With neither family nor friends
Standing by
He died of natural causes
So was the word spread throughout that still day
And despite there being no witnesses
We know that he indeed died of natural causes
One of them being pride.
© Chinye Billeter
CONFESSIONS
If hatred be sinful
And love unfaithful
Who is emptiness to us?
How is such numbness expressed?
If life be tempting
And seclusion tormenting
Where is our ashram?
What is satisfaction?
If your deeds be condemned
And mine ignored
How do we discern righteousness from hypocrisy?
Where is the crime committed?
Who is the unworthy being?
If darkness be accepted as a radiant reflection
And morning speckles of grey and white,
What does good say to evil?
When it claims the beauty of sunrise,
And settles in acute corners,
Soon shrouded by dusk?
Why is rejection unsavoury?
Why is friendship tearful?
Why is despondence savage?
Why does guilt nail us to the crucifix?
When does nature's smile present us with choices without rue?
What will ever be given without us paying penance?
Why am I me?
Why are they others?
Can we all not exist as one mind and destiny?
Can the earth not pause long enough to heal itself?
Can we not remain without God's divine spell?
Are we fit to be free?
Trusting enough to be true?
Caring enough to preserve the salty mist of the sea?
Is knowledge acquired as a tool for degradation?
Or is wisdom embraced for resurrection?
Can we recite the poetic lyrics of time?
Have we strengthened the will of death?
Will we ever be granted a rebirth?
I do not know. This is my confession.
What is yours?
© 2002 – 2008 Chinye Billeter
FALLEN STARS
Feathery whispers traced patterns on a fleshy mountain,
Silent emotions filled with passion
Lit up the sounds of lust.
Fantasies toyed with reality
Physically surpassing spirituality
For one moment in time
Mortality was meaningless,
Purity a matter of choice,
Loyalty incoherent words spewed from a drunk,
And honour a faded memory.
Abandoned in the arms of unrewarding desires,
Misty aromas swirled around two,
Unspoken commands sculpted their palms,
The day stood still and the sun folded its rays.
Mother earth froze and the night died
Yet they remained slaves trapped
In the muciferous web of mindless interaction
Empty utterances filled the sky,
Guttural sounds soaked the soil
With a pungency so vile that the land roared in protest
Hasty vows were made by two too eager to please death,
Lives were sold that day to the author of demise,
Two names were wiped off the plaque of innocence,
Their wings broken and flags lowered.
The sight of human debris satiated their cravings,
They thrived at being choreographers of pandemonium.
Children were objects of pleasure
Circumcised for the sake of it,
Exhibited in cribs laced with thorns,
Served the venom of asps,
And forced to believe in the fantasies of Hell.
But the Father of divinity slept no more
He rose and bloody showers danced in the sky,
Stenciled on young grasslands
A horrifying scene transformed to beautiful gardens of promise
By the wonders of His incomparable love
There is a Deity of many tongues
Meant to inumbrate and illuminate paragraphs of our world
With unparalleled perfection
A phenomenal masterpiece we can never recreate.
He seeks to abide in hearts reaching for each other
Without the merging of marrow on corridors of retribution,
But with sacred torches coursing through interstitial planes
In search of a pre-eminent monument
The window of the soul
© 2004 – 2008 Chinye Billeter