Tuesday, November 19, 2019

She says;

Hello from the other side dear ex
Since Chris never told you my Zero thoughts toward you.
I took Emeli's advice to let you read all about it.

You left a blank space and i gave my heart a break 
Though we were 22 and filled with bad blood
But Taylor said its not a reason to be so mean to me.
So; its too late to say sorry ex.

in case you still have hope on us
You are just dreaming in a dark paradise 
Cos, i met a fallen angel
Who loves the brown skin girl
And always says I'm perfect.

Deal with your heart attack.
Lotus.
Chryss


Monday, November 18, 2019

I caught you off!


Sometimes i be living in the past 
Singing memories like Maroon 5
Sometimes i be wanting something sweet
Hoping a justin beiber would be your boyfriend.

I try my best to act like i don't care
But it pains me to see Shawn call her Seniorita
Selena told me i need to Lose you to love me
But i kept hearing James shout "say you won't let go"

My heart keeps seeing Photograph 
Which makes all of me break
I  will be needing stitches
Babe, you're half of me.

Heart broken chryss.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

WHY AM I DISTRACTED?


Everyday; i wake up on the bed of purpose 
Adrenaline to be a good-jobber
Bubbling within my inside
Cooking ideas that the world is in dearth need of.

The result thereof is a good me;
Determined to shine light to darkness
And virtue to virtues.
And be the man I long to be.

But: 
When i walk the street 
Hoping  to see what i envisioned;
And live to see my vision unleashed.

All i see is Necromancers of distraction 
Garnished with the Totem of immorality
Keeping the lion in me in a den
To entertain the Daniel of self destruction. 

All i see is a weak folk 
To weak to get what he wants
And say goodbye;
To what he doesn't need. 

I am Filled with light,
But Darkened by darkness.
I am filled with purpose and talent,
But stimulated by confusion.

Oh my world!
Really in need of who'd show me the way
Cos through the woods I've lost the wool to heal my wounded soul
Daily as i live; i die in pains
Pains of finding who i am.

I feel like a wasted investment 
The master has invested much on me 
I feel like life has no meaning
The master's expectation on me is gone fallow.

As a clotpole is to a prince
So am i to the Godhead
As a bone is to an aardvark
So am i to the master.

Deep within me lies huge love 
But courage to show i can't find
Deep within me lies purpose and talent
But the muse to unleash; that, i can't find.

I've come to end of self effort
Dropped off the journey
I lay me down in weary land where no muse is.
From whence my agony cometh from.

Dear God,
If you be out there
And you have use of my purpose and muse
Send help and light to my soul
Lest i perish. 

My would be vain
If i can't use my talent for your name
Open up the doors
And let me in

Let me dine with wine with you
So the lazy swine in me wouldn't delight in the disgusting wine of immorality
Help me Lord


Sunday, November 3, 2019

THERE LIES YOUR DESTINY


I lay me down next to the gaze of purpose
To uncover the enigma it uphold 
Along the path of patient
Where the work of Grace is seen.

I hide my face to words I can't understand and act strongly to feelings I don't understand
I'm in the midst of something big
Uncovering why I was created

Daily I feel the urge to do something
To change something and make better my kinsmen
And updold the morals and honour
Of our fallen heores

Who saw our future and fought
Against all odds they fought
Hoping to win a lost battle

Now a generation of vipers has risen
Blinded by the darkness from the social media
Who glory in their shame
And find solace in nakedness

Zion let's rise up
Take the word to our cosmos
Humanity needs help
Let's champion her release.

But we lay and watch
And lift up lazy hands to the father
Praying for rapture
And using his grace for personal ambition

We pray for cars
We pray for houses
We pray for good family
We left our primary habitat to be controlled by vipers.

Let's gird our loins
And embrace the word
There lies our destiny

To the world and for the world
I weild my sword
Against the emblems of satanism
Till humanity sees Jesus in his ideology.

Friday, October 18, 2019

НОВАЯ ФАЗА НОВОЕ ЛИЦО



Давно за пределами моего воображения
Я искал свободу от осуждения
Рыдая в высотах искупления 
От посягающего приговора

Пресыщенный поражениями, запертый в тюрме
Созданной из оболочек деятельности
Я прошел сквозь своё детсво
Пропитываясь всем своим опытом и желанием

В ловушке в чулане
На кругах мышления
Играют мои неудачи громко, как в наушниках
С коробкой манипуляций замкнутой в математическом наборе 

Во всем этом 
Я  нашел/ я искал основу 

Я странник
Земля является временным пунктом
Я как дым
Чьим источником является Яхве

Люди действуют на меня 
Но не будут определять моë отношение к жизни
Установленное мнение о вещах
Не будет определять мое мышление

Я живу выше царства
Где погружаются все небеса
Над чувством времени
Кодирующим линии бессмертия

Взгляни за пределы своей депрессии
И увидешь новый мир возможностей
Загляни за пределы сценария скорбных песен 
И увидешь новый сценарий счастья

Что ты видишь
Воспламеняй свое чувство мира
Что вы чувствуете
Воспламеняй чувствительности движение вокруг мира чувств 

Я странник,
И я живу как одиночка.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

All I EVER WANTED


The walls in my mind prick my soul
They make tears flow like a fountain of pain
As they keep me locked out from the ideal personality 
I long to unfold to the ends of the earth.

I live in a vague world 
Captured by the illusions of vague personality
Haunted by the decision i made
The decision to be a salt to my folks.

Am i wrong to choose the good path?
Am i wrong for having good intentions?
Why do i face so much trials?
Why has the evil realm taken me as prey for slaughter?

The way to being good ain't straight but strait
Making the choice to follow that path unlocks straits

Why is it so difficult to do good ?

All i wanted is:
To be a man, husband and a father 

Unleashing my swift imagination 
And salting the earth
With bundles of beam
Flaunting Christ's victory in the spectrum of man's imagination 

Sunday, July 7, 2019

The Secret place


I sat me down on a dry and tasty land
Where no water is; where imagination is void and all my thoughts play chords that agitates my internal disposition.

We plight through life's trade like zombies
Literally; having no tracks of our our steps
Being isolated from the happenings of the world beyond 
And locked out from the communion with the trinity. 

Tis a global ish; portals of mysteries is being torn.
And princes invade the ideology of humanity 
But the sons of Zion go about the materialism hunt
Leaving the secret place lay fallow 

We get so busy with life 
And have no time for the light of life 
We go on chasing our tails
And running off  million miles off the rails 

Tis the father's delight 
To help us carry a burden 
As we build a rapport with him
In the secret place 

Beholding his beautiful bright eyes
Spicy red hot lips that makes his words so lovely 
Enjoying the eventide fun
As we lay on his wide broad chest 
And see how vague life could be without him in it

As you ply
Amdist the sly
If you want to fly
Come up to his sky
And end the fruitless try. 

Chryss.