MODERN WOMAN

The theme on earth is bewildering

As the homeostasis of civilization increases tremendously

And the need for more capillaries is huge

To transmit dilating hormones

To calm the adrenaline of civilization

Its an oxidation reaction

As more unstable electron

Overhaul the beams around our imagination

And bringing forth a dative bonding between man and civilization

She says;

 Am a complete woman,

I've got a good job

I've got my intellect piled up with missiles of wisdom

I am the perfect woman

I'll make my money

I'll buy my stuffs

I don't wanna be an house wife

I'll spread my wings and fly

Here comes the new woman

Breeds of the womb of civilization

Were feminism Is the playmaker

And intellectualism is the defender

Basically leaving men in a world of confusion

Of what need am I to a woman?

We have come to end of self

And the spectra of this phenomenon

Points to one thing

"Racing back to the maker of things, to give us the true meaning of humanity"

Wisdom says;

We all are in a spiritual warfare

Against darkness trying to cover the earth

Men are the commanders

Women are assistant

Men are beings of valor

Women are brewed from the steam of sensitivity

We are spiritual beings

And our real existence is found there

Even as we sought for the intellectual reason for existence

Let's also find our spiritual navigator...

Only then,

Are we complete men and women ...

We are superimposed by forces

Unseen but real to the spirit man

Its insane not to function from the realm of the spirit. 

Colossians 3 v 1 

Chryss

Victoria Did You Know

Victoria did you know that your drawing hands
Will draw your beautiful destiny
Victoria did you know, that beautiful hands
Will someday draw your beautiful face
Did you know, that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the world 
The hands that you cherish so much
Will soon make you cherish

Victoria did you know, that your drawing hands
Will soon draw you a billion dollars
Victoria did you know, that your beautiful hands
Will soon make you stand with kings
Did you know that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the mind of men
When you kissed those  cute hands of yours
You kissed a great relics

I see the blind seeing
I hear the deaf ears hearing
When they see the art you made
I see the dump speaking
The lame walking
The power in your art

Just keep up the reliquary
And never be a subsidiary
Always keep your journey in a diary
Because I will never let you go weary. 

Chryss. 

The Virtual

.

Came onboard earth

Father's smile

Mother's tears

Welcoming the hero

Words of prophecy flowed

About my destiny

As everyone smiles at my cheer

As my tiny legs learns to walk. 

Soon, the love vibes flowed in

I felt it's strings

And the fruit erupts

After the long walk on the alter

Bubbling with family

As they call me father

Duty calls,

The chords of riffles 

Defending my father land

With almost sincerity

Going to the battlefield

To kill fathers

Not knowing my outcome

The battlefield is a place of skull

Where fathers meet

To end the fantasies they hoped for

And break heart of their families

Gallantly facing death

To defend civilians

Being loyal even unto death

Like in death I have a reward

Its strange

Such loyalty to a duty

Should be celebrated

Am proud of the gallants

The brave soldiers of the world

If no one appreciates you,

Chryss does… 

Till all evil be wiped out

And the terrorism in Nigeria be out

I'll fight with you

Rest in peace to the Gallants

Chryss

Ukraine Vibes

An emotional afternoon as I watch my parent tell me goodbye with tears. They gave me a look that made me think I was going for a suicide mission. 

I felt an avalanche of emotional outburst wandering round my belly. The journey I thought was gonna start in laughter and celebration, had an emotional kick off. 

Amidst the thrills and tears in the atmosphere; the boarding time came knocking and I had to leave everyone to go embrace the future written in a wall I can't see. 

Sometimes, we just have to respond to the calling of the unknown factor. Stepping out of the unknown and embracing the ways of the wild. To me, my time to leave my comfort zone has come  and I embraced it emotionally. 

After a long flight, we arrived Doha airport.  And I was fascinated by the people I saw. Different skin color and hair. And everyone pacing around like there was a bomb blast. 
I was just looking like i had no clue; basically, I had no clue. 

I was just trying my hardest to decode the enigma in sight like the handwritings on a Babylonian wall. 
Soon, one of the security helped me figure out what was in view and I started pacing like everyone else. 
It was a necessary factor to pace  around. I don't know why, but you just have to run. 

The common saying; when you are in Rome, act like the Romans was the perfect description. 

Soon, it was time to board for Kiev. And I had to say bye bye to the dormitory of pace. 
We got to Kiev airport and a guy from the university picked me up. 

I just got the feeling that my real quest had began. My study experience in the number one ranked university in Ukraine: national technical university "Kharkov polytechnic institute" it was a thought full drive from Kiev to Kharkov. 

We just have to be ready for  challenges. We all long for golden opportunities; but its indeed pretty bad if our opportunity meets us unprepared. I was basically trying to pull up some emotional chords that would be good enough to play the strings life gave me to suite nature's demand on my will to be successful. 

Soon it was time for registration as I walk the street of Kharkov beholding the face of it's beauties and building. 
Everyone seems to be in hurry and all I did was to be amazed at degree of pace their legs must have accrued. 

Soon I found out that there are more ladies than men. This made me think that the ladies will all be in the "please come take me to your mama" vibe. But, along the winks and woos of time; I found that they are happy with themselves and are not in a hurry to fall into the hands of a man. 

This discovery opened up a new wave of revelations to my mind and took me down into the basic necessity of livelihood. 

You don't search for love, you don't live for love, if you are not happy with yourself, you can't be happy even in love. 
The basic rule for happiness is to be happy with yourself. 
I learnt that from the Ukrainian ladies, they are always cheerful, beautiful and happy with themselves. This to me is an adorable virtue. 

There is a common saying; "Ukrainian women love to cook and wash" this lines made me think of them as entities that would settle for house chores and stuffs that pertains to ancestry being a good wife syndrome. 
But I was amazed at the level and degree in which this young damsels embrace academic excellence and personal development. They are not being cut up by the gender role phenomenon, all want to be something worthwhile and build an empire of greatness for themselves. 

Amidst all the encroaching wonders in my Wonderland, I had to brace up my loins with diligence and hard work in other to catch up with the pace of the Ukrainians. 

Ukraine so far has being an inspiration, it gave me tools that would help me build my success to my taste. 

The cheap internet, wonderful subways, cheap food and accommodation only point to one thing " Ukraine is the best country to build up your muse and make self discovery that will enable you handle the world's demand for excellence "

Thinking greatness, equals thinking Ukraine…

MY MUSE

In the sundry and mild times
I found wierd themes on earth
In the midst of creative tranquillity
I found the subset value of life. 

Everyone needs inspiration
Everyone needs the truth
Everyone wants to be loved
Everyone wants to be a hero

We race the triangle of life's meaning
In search for purpose and hope
To engage the demons we fight
In a win win transaction.

I long for someone to bare my burden
To understand my heart pants
And save me from this gruesome loneliness
That has taken hold of my heart

It sought me from the east
And found me in the coast of hard work
And made me a bride in a mild snow
Left me wondering for hope on a rainy day.

Let go off my soul
And make me a bed among the daughters of the west
Let go off my trade
And set me high on mountain of words

You gave me a pen
And made my imagination my friends
You made me laugh with pictures I create in my mind
And made me a soloist in life's trade

Come o ye my love
And keep me company
Its so lonely and tight
I need your warmt and kisses

My soul delights in your touch
And on your breast, I wanna die sleeping
Take me into your inner chambers
So I be made warm through the winter

Its a tasty land,
There is no water
My heart longs for the
Come Lord come

The tears of my eyes
Dries up words in my hands
I'm in need of you
As my only muse Darling. 

Chryss

LIGHT IT UP!

My heart displays  brook of words
Fresh and  bright
Lively and full of life
Fun and creates fun

My hand displays a fountain of creativity
Drilled from a source unknown
As I journey down to my imagination
To dine with the images I create with my hands

The hollow in my lines
Tries to pull some fines
To prevent me go find miles
And dine with some lazy swine

In quest for success,
You have to light it up
Run down to your inmost being
And draw succour from your source

Imagination with words
Painted on a billboard of creativity
As the cruelty of fame approaches
To drive off the primary focus

Its your world
What you draw is what you see
What you see is what you've drawn
What you drew is the world you live

Go to the master artist
Let him teach better techniques
To captivate the heart of nature
And make her unite with your ambitions. 

Chryss

I WATCHED HER WALK....

Cold and lonely eventide
As the autumn leaves falls in solemnity
The beams of winter overhauls the cloud
As the seagulls encroach the looming maul 

Sparkles of lightening falls 
As a specie walks by 
The vibes of the park ceased
To welcome the minister of beauty

Enticing and elegant
Soft as the shadows
Bringing nature on a canvas of beauty
As she flaunts in glory

All of me got stocked to her eyes
As I felt some surge of electricity
Running through my bloodstreams
Faster than light itself. 

When she speaks my heart quakes
When she walks my heart skips
When she sings my heart cries
When she smiles the world moves in a slow mo'

I've found love in her eyes
Its written all over her look
The purest form of it
Is brewed from her look

Oh! My bride come forth as the sun
The winter is here
Come let's go to my chamber
To dine with the freshest of wine and meat

Why  spend ye money on that which is not bread
And labour on that which satisfies not
Come and have your heart filled with riches
So your soul will delight in fatness 

Your beauty makes me wanna protect you
It has no form of lust
Its spices up the man within me
And makes me wanna so silly things for you. 

I watched her walk 
Through the hills of life
My heart poured out
To her in love
Through those love thrills 
I saw her face

Christ's love for the church is thus
Like a man and a woman
He loves his church so much 
And always out to protect her. 

Chryss

Another failed Prophecy?

Glorious birth
Joyous pains
Happy tears
Glorious shout

As he made his first appearance
After a long nap in the imagination of God
A cry that made the mother smile
As she lifts him up to the sun

Signs shows his greatness
The stars recognises his inclination
As they align in glory
To form an elevation angle for him

But,

The dark cloud came around
To corrupt the programmed schemes
The smoke of filth encrypted the notion
To form a malware of emotional disruption
And he got to this part:

Am I gonna be another failed prophecy
All that is said of me seems to be a lie
Am I just a non entity
All my dreams right now seems to be a fantasy

I was  clothed in a lovely apparel
Raiment of blue linen
Bright pink girdle
And lovely gloves shoes to gird up my loins

But, 

I seem lost of ideas
On how to dress myself
I don't wanna be another failed prophecy
I wanna work with your wisdom

Show me your face
Fill up this space
Lord please fix me
Fix what I see

My world needs you right now.

We are not created to be failures
But through victors
Just give the unknowns
To Him who knows all

Chryss

Naanaah

Bright eyes that sparkles trust and beauty. 
The true essence of beauty
Habitation of love
The purest form of love. 

Spicy red hot lips that makes her words so lovely
The beauty of words has it spice from her vocals
As the winds blows the waves through my eardrum
And it reception vibrates my ribs. 

Her footsteps sounds like young gazelles
Matching down the tenth of kedar
Like an avalanche 
Rolling down Mt Everest

But,

Shes amazing,
Because;

Her fragility makes you wanna protect her
Her beauty does not ignite lust but responsibity
It gives you reason to be strong and agile
As you ply the trades of the earth

These to me; is a definition of a Zion lady
Beauty spices up handwork
Not lustful but genuine
And this I found in this Zion lady

Chryss

LACOSHE

Alone I sat by the northern hemisphere
My pen in my mouth
As I muse on the beauty of the sky
And the brightness of the sun

Deep in thought
Enclosed in its imagination
Fountains, springs and garden of words flow
Words playing in my mind like Davidic psalms

Imagery of creativity flashes
As the mind encodes its mystery and source
And translate em' to the mind of humanity
To see the wisdom of the heavens 

But,

Amidst all the fun
I long for a spice
Is it love or something beyond?
The question lingering 

I sought for water to feel up my taste
I sought for soft touch as the shadows
I sought for feelings Strong as the wind
I sought for companionship

Then,

I met lacoshe

He says;

You need to be happy with yourself
That's the first stage of happiness
Enjoy your company
Only then, can you be happy!

Well, am still lost
Trying to decode this
But, I still long for something deep
As I wait and meditate on lacoshe

Chryss. 

I need an Angel

Sometimes you life becomes sweet
Sometimes it goes sour
Sometimes you are full of motivation
Sometimes you wanna quit. 

All that transpires under sun
As the shadows of the wind
Blows through its horizon
And joy arises from the cistern of hope

We all need inspiration
We all need love 
We all want happiness
We all love to be treated nicely

I see me seeking inspiration from God
Growing fervently in pursuit
As his waves overwhelms my whole being
And my eyes  radiates in his love

I see  waves arising from the northern sea
Trying to question my resolve
And question my stance in faith
The faith transmitted to me by the fathers

Then,

I run away from my garden
To seek love from a woman
Longing for her touch and warmth
Longing for sweet kisses that do no good

I say,

Oh!

How I wish I have a girl
Who can understand my plight
And fill up my empty broad chest
With her woolly softie head

Oh!

I long for the daughters of the western side
To come aboard my empire
And build with me
Till I take the world with suprises

But,
 Wisdom says:

The source of all things in him
Am well articulated in him
Am nothing without him
The blueprint of me is found in him

( love is not the pre requisite for greatness. All you need is you and God. Love can't give you all the answers to your questions. Instead of seeking for a perfect match, seek Gods face in relation to your goal and all things will fall into place. We are not created to seek love, but to seek God)

I need an angel
Away from my mind illusion
To come real into reality
And uphold the faith of the fathers. 

New Face new Phase

Long beyond my imagination
I sought freedom from condemnation
Sobbing in the high places for redemption
From the encroaching damnation. 

Soaked in defeat, locked in a prison
Created by the envelops of activities
I walked through from childhood
Saturating my whole experience and wish. 

Trapped in the closet
By the wheels of mindset
Playing my failures loudly like an headset
With box of manipulation enclosed in a maths set
In all these,
I found;

I am a sojourner
Earth is a temporal base
I am just like a smoke
Whose source is from Yahweh

People action towards me
Won't define my attitude towards life
Peoples opinion about things 
Won't define my mindset. 

I live above a realm 
Where all heavenlies submerge
Above the sensory of time 
Encrypting the lines of immortality

Look beyond your depression
And see a fresh world of opportunities
Look beyond those script of emotional dirge
And see a new script of happiness

What you see
Initiate your feel realm
What you feel
Initiate sensory nerves movement around the sense realm
I am a sojourner,
And I live like one. 


Chryss

Jinxed

Beauty and glamour transpires
As I walk the platform on white rope
Treading the dews of Hammond
As it forms a brook around the rims


Longing for the freshness of glory
To transit to a world of tranquility
And attain the realm of utopia
With the will of my spirit. 

Amidst all struggles
I stand amidst a world unknown
Superimposed on my sensory embassy
Taking the will of my mind
Into a desert in bewildering isolation

All choices are inspired by a force
Which attracts the demons we face
Making a decision to be great
Is the beginning of a war

But,

Greatness is incurred
As we plight through the holes
And wholly shouting at the top
Oh I made it. 

There is no wrong way to do the right things
All nature functions with standards
Good and bad are generally not proportional
Jinxed by the truth

Chryss

Miss Karina

Life gives us choices
But we make the choice
Life grows tall like the ocean waves
But we have right to calm the wave.

Its all about the vision in our mind
As we plight through it's huddles
Its all about the grace not to be blind
As we flow through it's troubles. 

I've come to this part of life
Where I will walk away from anything
That disturbs my peace of mind
And go achieve my purpose

As the sea sparkles 
With a canvas of beauty and glamour
And the reflection of the sunlight 
 Intermediates the emblem of beauty

But,

To me;

The true beauty is in the mind
I will walk away from the world's beauty
To embrace my peace of mind
And the reason for my existence

Taking pictures of perfect unity with nature
And walking majestically out of distraction
To embrace my perfect life
This to me is the efficacy of KARINA. 

I am Karina, and I live like it!
....

My Beautiful Woman.

Bright eyes that sparkles trust and beauty. 
The true essence of beauty
Habitation of love
The purest form of love. 

The perversion of  lust encrypting the Love zone
Making sons of men predators
Running after the their respect
To devour for self gravitation. 

Woman are not sex object, men are not predators. We are meant to take them into our arms and help their feeble mind achieve their purpose. 

We are not made to lust and seek ways to play into their emotion, and have a portion of their dignity and take the next turn. 

The body of a woman is dignity in it purest form. It requires respect and honour. Its not a tool to be exploited. 

O ye men of valour, rise and let's protect the vanishing glory of our women. The lost of respect and glamour. 

Let our Wide arms be to them a hope they can cry on. Let's protect them till they run to hands of a groom.

  Chryss

Hanging On The Wall....

Creativity in despair
As the children of men plough his wiz
Creativity in despair 
As the sons of God despises his wiz

All running to the chords of normal life
All want to live a life of survival
All running after vague nature
All want to live like the ant. 

Imagine this:
You go to school, get a job after graduation, get married, kids , they got to school, you vet old and death. 
To me, this is a misery.....

We have to look beyond this facts and see a lifestyle that will fetch us a crown in the after life. 

Let's live more purposeful...

Chryss

Spots In The Pain.......

Just as the world left its habitation
To feast on the scrumbs of perversion
The beings of the heavenlies shook at the choice
The gruesome cry of my voice. 

The sons of men need to arise
To erase the spot we left on his face
The tears and pains in his eyes
To make  his dream specie arise

He made us in his image
To think and act like him
But we went off to wander with self
And left fallow the hollow of sonship billows. 

The man of God has to come forth
And feed on the milk of the world
Let's make the world fun
With the light of his word. 

Humanity has come to the end of self
They wait for us to arise
The true habitation of creativity
To bring the world's war to halt. 

The spot on his face is our fall
The pain on is face is our failure to accept what he gave us. 
The resulting vector will be utter darkness
If we do not arise and preach his grace in lower!

Just sayin'

Chryss Golgotha

The Guy I Am....

Sometimes I want to be free
Free as a bird, enjoying the free space in space
Sometimes I want to be busy
Busy as the ant, storing up food for the cold winter

Sometimes I want to be soft
Soft as the shadows, giving vague hope to reality
Sometimes I want to be influential
Influential as the Word, giving hope to mankind. 

All of me want goodness
All of me want to be light to humanity
All of me longs for the world to be at peace
All of me longs for freedom to lite the atmosphere

Along the path I trode,
Amidst the trials troden
Along the burden I bare
Amidst the heart of the burdened

I see a world of hope
A chapter of tranquility in the realm of mankind
When we will live as one
And do things the Zion way. 

I wanna live for Zion
I want my will and passion sync with Zion
I wanna die for Zion
I want my poems and inspiration flow from streams in Zion

This is what you have made me
Willess and weak to my self
Basically, you took my life away
And am proud to sell my soul to you. 

Forever and always
 ( Christ's humility restored your sonship secrets at Golgotha)

Chryss Golgotha 

Sandra Did You Know

Sandra did you know that your drawing hands
Will draw your beautiful destiny
Sandra did you know, that beautiful hands
Will someday draw your beautiful face
Did you know, that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the world 
The hands that you cherish so much
Will soon make you cherish

Sandra did you know, that your drawing hands
Will soon draw you a billion dollars
Sandra did you know, that your beautiful hands
Will soon make you stand with kings
Did you know that your thrilling hands
Will thrill the mind of men
When you kissed those  cute hands of yours
You kissed a great relics

I see the blind seeing
I hear the deaf ears hearing
When they see the art you made
I see the dump speaking
The lame walking
The power in your art

Just keep up the reliquary
And never be a subsidiary
Always keep your journey in a diary
Because I will never let you go weary. 

Chryss. 

Into My Heart

Into my heart.....   

The Monday morning flew in through Sunday night

Paving a way for me to meet the dark Knight

All the time I thought I lost my sight 

The world of  God was there to give me light. 

I find it hard to make it my delight

So I always try to do things like the elite

 Trying ways to get to limelight

Not laying hold of the Word so tight

The ways of the intellectual may feel so Right

But it will not get you off a dark night. 

Let us allow him into our heart

He will guide your path

Let us give him our heart

He will give hints to our path

Its a new age for contrite heart

Let him be the light to our path. 

Zion arise!

Its a clarion call

Chryss.

Into my heart..... 

The Monday morning flew in through Sunday night
Paving a way for me to meet the dark Knight
All the time I thought I lost my sight
The world of  God was there to give me light.
I find it hard to make it my delight
So I always try to do things like the elite
 Trying ways to get to limelight
Not laying hold of the Word so tight
The ways of the intellectual may feel so Right
But it will not get you off a dark night.

Let us allow him into our heart
He will guide your path
Let us give him our heart
He will give hints to our path
He loves the contrite heart
Let him be the light to our path.

Zion arise!
Its a clarion call

Chryss.