Monday, December 31, 2018

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

Saturday, December 29, 2018

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. 

Friday, December 28, 2018

The Virtual

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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