Written by Chaka Px MY mind fornicate The lust of the lost its practical, I calculate. My mind think, i embrace its out come, we are one, lets mind up till success shows up. Where is my mind? Am i Crazy? Who am I? Answer me, the comforter, I can't Loose … Continue reading THE POET CRY
Written by Chaka Px The pathway uncompleted for the less constructive height, just like the broken communication, I trace my path to the climax, yet orgies deprive the pleasure of its peak. Sunset reveals its default. Why broken? I need my steps, my way upward. Just like the journey of the first watch, … Continue reading THE BROKEN LADDER
Written by Chaka PX My Street and I We bonded in knowledge of good and evil, Dressing in formality of our speeches. I crave a happy ending with default foundations, All there is my joy in sorrow of hard work. We reap where it was never sown, I create nuisance even when … Continue reading THE TOUT DELIGHT
Written by Chaka PX No tears, No cries, ideas on the dark, most imaginations were wishes, and wishes don't come to reality on closed eyes. You are dead, no doubt about it, who would have thought it's this soon? I can't connect, what they are doing if only they knew. We but can't touch nor … Continue reading THOUGHTS OF THE DEAD
Written by Chaka PX From his mouth are words of adoration and lock within his palm the crucifix of redemption, who would bring the deeper connection. Words by words, beads by beads counted in exhortation. For priest the chest of light in eyes of vision for a brighter day. Rosary gives the purpose his hands … Continue reading PATRICK AND ROSARY
Written by Chaka PX Advance, Advance, Advance We were told a thousand times, our brain were left under feet, thinking we knew all, We were meant to be Smart mind, Poor Phone, throwing times, fending for the upright. We were left with superstition, claiming who handle the best, Who can reach the climax, Who can … Continue reading POOR MIND, SMART PHONE
Written by Chaka PX Does she believes me?: My pain started in telling the truth, i felt my mask, thrown out the window, would she believe me, when i say my feelings? She seems to doubt it, i suck at it, i know, But its real. would she believe all the excuse i gave for … Continue reading DOES SHE BELIEVES ME?