Thursday 2 February 2023


life is full of experiences, something that you need to learn.. but there is no experience without practicals.. and no practicals without a man.. We hit the rock so hard sometimes.. We create beautiful episodes sometimes.. Each of these are different experiences.. Experiences that we must be ready to learn. But when you fail to learn from them.. They will come again and again Each taking different shapes.. Make you staunted and even crawl... Until you learn to tackle and overcome.


Thursday 2 February 2023


I saw you were perfect..

and I loved your confidence, but I yearned 

to feel whole, so I made a fling...

You saw my ego, you smiled at my strength, you raised your brows and gave me a wink...

The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling..

I understood your manly display..

a peacock with a grandest massive tail 

who seek to explode me into fireworks of cigar..

though it seemed you had a golden star,

though it seemed you had all flowers dance to your guitar...

though it seemed you had fine jars and cars to make the tallest tree har..

but I am a crane in jakar..

my immunity from duty is my priority...

I seek no ideal instance.. 

I seek for a dirty dove to sour in comfort of our reality...

My beauty lies on being unapologetic..

I am a black night crane with no reverence for psychic..


Wednesday 5 October 2022


Unlike any other king, my father is the most powerful

He can build a mansion in seconds still he chose to be humble 

He prefers giving to taking for this is his principle 

Sacrificing himself selfishly just so I can live on

I remember the way he looked at me when he saw me sick

I could tell he was worried and  all he wished for was a speedy recovery 

I saw him folding his hands in prayer and blessings was all I felt descending 

Many times I wonder why the care is much 

So I do things intentionally just to see his wrath

But all I get from him are words of change and such

Which makes me feel guilty and emotionally touched

There was a time he left his throne and came to the street in rags

He heard and saw the bad guys who wanted me beaten to death

He fell and took the blows and bleeds from their knives for me

I couldn't help but scream my hatred for my painful lags

If I could do things over I'll live my life again 

and never take it for granted but live with joy and fain

For his hands are soft and kind and his eyes filled with love

He is the God of all gods and THE GREATEST FATHER EVER.


Sunday 25 September 2022

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke

Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving

He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight

And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke


He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you."

But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue

Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do

Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through 

I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

I never wanted this, but I knew the dark would come to be

Over the years, you kept thinking that I had agreed to this

But the fact is, I never loved your guts; I never loved you


His actions and wet eyes made her see him pure

He thought his childhood savior would be his future cure

But something can't be changed when it's already been done

Though he stood smiling, he was far gone for sure


Two years later, he was found wanting in the tavern

Playing hearts and breaking souls was his only mission 

He never cared about any feelings cause he had no reason 

was once a lover, but now a devil with no return 


Wednesday 21 September 2022


Many times they act like they are holy sanctimonious 

And every day they pray, but still they can not tell the change 

Another day comes hate for them, love is an easy exchange 

Yet far away behind their eyes lies the truth that may be strange 

Which is the story of two beings with no reverence but difference 

They swear to hate and kill their conscience and they welcome ignorance 

One sees the other as toxic, and the other sees her acerbic

Now we have two enemies that would never welcome amnesties 

They vowed to kill each other cause they were born in a different nation 

They think this big world isn't meant for miscegenation 

So they hurt various races that have different faces

Wishing there were no other but just them having graces

They failed to realize something pertinent that their lives are not theirs

Death comes in the dark with no warnings and no exceptions

Six feet buried is the soul they swore not to care

Yet The same ground finds their souls buried in despair 

Different colors, different thoughts, different flaws  but one people

Some may find this to be ugly but the reality is ugly.

The earlier we let go RACISM,  the earlier we save our children from dying

For there is no remedy to one nation without love and forgiveness.


Tuesday 28 June 2022


If there's anything you need to GUARD, it is your HEART
Your heart reflects your personality.

If there's anything you need to TRAIN, it is MIND
For your mind controls your thoughts, your feelings, and your understanding.

If there's anything you need to FEED, it is your SOUL
For your soul is responsible for your behavior.

If there's anything you need to be CAREFUL with, it is your MOUTH
For your mouth speak powerful words that come to play in your life.

If there's anything you need to LOVE, it is YOURSELF
For it is the only way to have self-worth, self-confidence, and true happiness.

If there's anything you need to WATCH, it is HUMANS
For they are the very thing you can never predict.


Tuesday 7 June 2022


On one count in our world where remedies are wanted

Yet vessels are found with no still soul

So much Pain is communicated in silence within the nation

but only among the likes that can understand its notion


The birds are crying for their safety yet standing on a dying tree

The fetus is kicking in the womb of a mother seeking a hideout at gunpoint

The children are struggling to sleep while their parents stand and watch

The authorities are calling for votes from a hungry nation with no peaceful homes


Where do we go from here?

What can we do to end the suffering and instill peace?

How can we stop the crying voice with a heavy heart?

When will the day stay forever?


Tell me the remedy to a painful heart where laughter can no longer make it smile?

Spell out the remedy for those wet eyes that beauty can no longer stop its drop?

Can you tell the remedy to a sad soul that music can no longer feed?

The rhythm is lost, yet the heart keeps dancing endlessly.


Let’s match the tone of love

Love can make the poor forget who they are

Let’s match the tone of love

For love can put away pride and the taste for violence

Let’s make this place our home again

By standing for others and standing with no ulterior motive

For the world revolves around and tomorrow is unknown



Wednesday 1 June 2022


Life has a strange way of getting to you

It may come from behind or directly to you

But there’s a place it'll never forget,

Your heart


Life gives hope

Life is beautiful.

But life can drain Your energy and leaves you walking like a zombie


If there’s one thing a dying man wants, is life

and if there’s one thing a depressed man no longer wants, is life


Life is tough

Life is rough

Life is good but

Can’t be seen as great.


Life has its sides

both dark and bright

which is necessary even though we hate the other side.


the dark times scare the hell out of us

the bright times make us act like we are the king of the world, only for that little while we get.


Do not play with your life

Because you can only live once

But play the life


For life is sweet.


Thursday 19 May 2022


I came into the world with my hands folded.

Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow.

Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs,

I became a little star, running around the field with two legs.


I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east 

not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles 

I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained

because I was born with a golden nail.


Sooner or later, days turn into years,

And the sun was fun for me no more

I became one of the souls that trekked a thousand miles,

because the rolling box was sold for some cake.

The beauty was too wrinkled and old to hold my hands,

So, I held her instead of the more

I became the breadwinner of the day,

with my head spinning like a clock with no pay.


Then I remembered my little days

When I wouldn’t eat until my toy was bought,

But here I am pleading for the day to come with some bread

As I watched my old beauty smile at me


She said to me

The journey begins when the tree gives birth to its fruit and leaves it ripe.

Until the shell that covers its seeds is removed

The seed will always be blind.

But when its cover is removed,

It struggles to live or else it dies.


Then I saw the future dancing from afar

With less effort to come nearer

I realized life isn’t as it seemed when I was a child

For it was too easy than it is now.


Tuesday 10 May 2022


Some cry so loudly for this strange thing

Some fight with all they’ve got for the same thing

Some dream of it but haven’t seen

Some believe they will have it while they live on


A thing so powerful and so evil

A thing that turns the gentle into pride

something so peaceful and arrogant

A thing that makes the humble command


To many, it is the first thing they need,

With a solid heart, they shed blood to get it hard.

Many, wish it happened without a blink

Because this strange thing brings transformation.


But we all miss the big quest.

How does it transform its guests?

Who is ready for what it brings?

Because it changes most into what they never want to be.


Can you control this strange thing?

That robs or builds the greatest treasure from within

Can you speak and not be intimidated?

When it appears before your very face.

Will you allow your voice to be bought?

When it seeks for nothing but yours

Will, you still have a choice

When it does show its beautiful side?

Yes, what’s The strange thing

Money -the core of corruption.




Monday 2 May 2022

CONSCIENCE_Richie Kharis

Something natural

Something true

yet invisible

That’s not you


You were made wonderful but from the dust

You grow weak and your body whither

Yet one thing never dies, it’s only part of you


It yearns for goodness

It yearns for truth

It yearns for peace

It yearns all this from you


When you ignore and go on with your evils

It runs and hides but never depart

It awaits your return till your very last

When you turn good

It comes back to you

Now that’s your conscience

The treasure you possess




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