© Chris Sam

I’ve been hurt a thousand times,
blamed a million times,
misunderstood several times,
but I always learned in between the lines.

No one really cares about how you feel,
unless your pains gives them thrills.
people are just what you make them be,
a perfect picture of you and me.

I’ve been questioned a thousand times,
about what makes success, a hard climb.
in my assessment, it’s just another sign,
that all that truly matters is “time”

When society is runned by thieves,
and leaders don’t lead by what they preach,
what do you hope to gain in your endless screams.
for all is not lost, is a sad whisper of a yesterday dream.


If I where a woman

© Chris Sam

If I where a woman,
Will I wear bum shorts,
And waggle my buttocks,
with eyes blinking within
every nano second to show off
My untamed red lips?
I guess I wouldn’t know
because am a man.
If I where a girl,
Will I keep my body bare,
In my quest to prove a point
about how beautiful I am,
Even when I know the dangers
behind my unruly actions.
I guess I wouldn’t know,
because I am a guy.
If I where a Lady,
Will I choose to sell my body
Because I want to ranked high
in the slay queens index,
exchanging numbers, for booty calls,
And a ride in front of an SUV
just to prove a point?
I guess I wouldn’t know,
because am just a man.
When night becomes day,
And day my sleeping time,
What else can I say?
Could it be, am just what I am,
Because the world have choose not to know,
Or am another page,
flipping over for today’s reward?
I guess that’s just another story
if I where a woman.
but I guess am just…….
but only a man …….
What do I know.


© Chris Sam

Hello Dearest

It’s been a while since we last talked

And I am wondering….

Within time and space

Do your thoughts lingers?

Across life’s borders, have I ever mattered?

Am I, have I, ever been the center of your blissful dreams?

I wish you know, that……

In all that I am, my heart will always choose you.

In all that I will become, nothing else truly matters.

My thousand flaws, are made perfect in a single glance of you.

Let the world hear my voice,

For in me are the echoes of a thousand love songs,

In a euphoria of a blissful dream

I see you.

You are the reason to the beautiful love song I sing.

Life as it is..

© Chris Sam

I’ve overheard the whispers,

I’ve seen it all from a distance.

Nothing is the way we hear it is,

No story tells it the way it is.

As you cross over life’s situations.

Remember it’s never God’s intention,

When the story attracts evil expressions.

A believe in self and God is what brings the ultimate ovation.

Life isn’t a collection of hate and war,

But an opportunity for peace and love.

Every moment, comes with it memories and dreams.

And every dream, with it beauty and it pains.

Let challenges, become your springboard,

And rejections your greatest motivation.

What is said today, can only be true when tomorrow lives in yesterday’s past.

Remember, to every action taken,

There’s an equal and opposite reaction.


(c) Chris Sam

In between the unimaginable,
We are still humans.
Hiding behind the smiles,
Yet upset to be comforted.

Desiring space by pretending rage,
A saints when naive,
Unpredictable when taken for granted.

Born passionate from the beginning,
A lover of self, nature and all that is to life
We are all that is, will be and hope to be,
We are nature’s bliss.

Growing in between the crevice of our existence,
Blaming our woes to time and neglect,
We are reborn a thousand times by reasons.

Singing in the night by soundless whispers of our conscience,
Dreaming and hoping we make peace with our past, present and future.

We become that we may revived,
Reborn that we may evade the darkness of our past.
Sinking within the two halves of good and evil.
Undauntedly hunted with the thoughts of our fate (deaths).

Grown and ready,
We’re alerted to life’s vicissitude and vagaries.
In all, we remain imperfectly perfect creatures of a supernatural being.
Craving for the true meaning to life and existence.


The silence is long overdue,
In my solitude I have shred it all.
No more long nights of exasperated whispers.
I have been reborn through the fire, and by words
I am refined.

I am, my own greatest foe.
And I am, my own inspiration.
Tossed like the sea waves,
And calm like the ocean tide.
A thought within me and me



© Chris Sam
Who can understand the mystery of creation? 

Who can predict the events that unfold.

Saddle upon the wheels of time,

We set our voyage on life’s quest as we grow old. 
As the morning sun rises, I behold to become.

Rocking my little cherry cradle, I smile knowing I am welcome. 

For in the darkness that lies beyond my little world, 

I can feel hope in every smile that extend a hand of love.
I can’t say I understand the way things are done,

For in this journey, it all feels we’re all here to sojourn. 

All that matters is, I leave a legacy that will speak of me in thousands years to come.

A life that is full of love and peace as I gracefully blossom. 
Yes, I may be little today, but will one day grow old.

I don’t intend to be another line in the story that is told,

But the protagonist, as my life’s events unfold. 

I believe there’s a space for me, as I am on a mission as pure as gold.