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Mchoraji wa picha-Portrait Painter Dylan Frese- -
portrait painter
mchoraji wa picha
quick fast-artist speed painter;
He whom paints religious art;
portraits which includes profiles of Jesus;
Artist Painter"Dylan Frese"
He just wants to please
Wants to praise God in Acrylics;
portrait painter
~mchoraji wa picha~
Watercolors easy to explore our souls;
Acrylics are good for beginners growth;
Oils the thickest paints easiest to control;
Painting Potentials Painting canvasing our confessions;
An obvious blessing paint on, paint on..
His way of shining his light in praise and worship
He just wants to please
Abba Father we thank you for this portion;
For I adorn you on canvas;
The mission open doors;
To adhere to troubled souls;
Feed us all dear Lord;
~mchoraji wa picha~
portrait painter
Brother Frese, if so please;
Continue to paint in your worship;
Paint all the things in God's grace;
Painting all and every place;
this shall be your amazing grace;
Brother Frese if so please;
Watercolors easy to explore our souls;
Acrylics are good for beginners growth;
Oils the thickest paints easiest to control;
Painting Potentials Painting canvasing our confessions;
An obvious blessing paint on, paint on..
~Mchoraji wa picha~
Portrait Painter
Hallelujah
a DEDICATED Poem TO ARTIST/PAINTER ~DYAN FRESE~
3/30/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr, ©2019
Anaphylactic identity, constricting logic on the
course towards infinity. Denial is drawn like a tarot
reading, citing that it is all in your head. Hidden
mysteries written in code - the key etched in our
divinity. Searching for a God who shoulders all the
blame while cartographing our lessons with fate
Absolute power behind the circuitry, plugged into
the all-seeing interface led by evasive clues to
keep the system powered up and running smooth
Damage created by those on bended knees,
pointing divisive fingers against our natural instincts
outside of the true spectrum. Wired up and held in
the place of duty - holding on to the inverse of
programmable time, like cogs in a wheel turning,
without enough consciousness left in holding
to seek for records with even a misguided way out
Secret vaults protected by monsters in captivity
Borders and walls surrounded by tales of
adventurous souls, looking upwards and onwards,
over the ocean, and rocketing into the sky. All so
the slave remains blind, swept up in fantasy of
daring escapes - illusions hold them down to work
harder, building an empire that has been falsified
underhand - stolen in the name of dignity. Written
on the tombs of despair to keep us longing for
something else outside of the current of what is
Then came the virus that attacked the hallucinating
code of deception. The binding network struck a
nerve, activating the cleaners to destroy the peace
that held like soldered resistors. The savior agents
dropped from their blinded curses, and took up
their swords like lightning rods. Connected by their
inner potentials, they set out to remind every neighbor
near that the codex has always been within
A whimsical melody.
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.
Or when I say nothing at all.
The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that the next moment
comes to me
regardless.
30.08.25
As I have always said in my life time,
Our youth are not just the future to come, they are ‘The FutureNow’.
What we do for them NOW will determine WHO and WHAT they will be
TOMORROW…’The FutureNow!
The future belongs to those who are willing to think
Out side the box, not allowing
Circumstances, situations and conditions
To stop YOU.
Think out side the box,
Because it has been given to YOU
Ideas, talents, gifts, and great potentials
And it is up to YOU
To practice, practice and practice
Until that becomes
Apart of you.
In this message
I may not have all
Of my periods, commons
In the correct place
But don’t allow that to stop YOU.
The Scripture says, “Seek ye first
The kingdom of God
And He WILL open
Doors for YOU.”
“Seek and YOU shall find,
Ask and it shall be given unto YOU,
Knock and the doors
Shall be open for YOU.”
The past is gone,
The present is NOW
And when The Future comes
It is ALWAYS NOW.
Tell me yours thoughts
On this matter.
Fell upon thorns of life and bled, bled from absence of teachings I was never without. Watched my life crumbled before my expectations. Sighing with pain, my last strength strangled out of me, by demands I have never set presence into. Dragging empty coffins of what once resided in me, to a grave dug without my concern. Life blind folds me, leading me into hostility, with chains of force, I surrender my whole, a whole ain't certain if I ever had.
So harsh, my lungs collapses before I breath my last breath. So bad, solo my strive requires me, even birth denied me accomplices, its only my mothers womb that shed my safety. Earth gnawed my fragile bones, ever my inception, everyday I walk and got stabbed and pierced by my own bones spitting, from life's mouth. Cry a voiceless cry, yell to God even in my dreams, still wake everyday and earth flames continues to devour my hope.
Deceived by my naive childhood mentality, how well was I to know when only what I wished for, was to dance in the rain, I mean lie down on my back while I count stars till morning curtains unveiled, less I knew for I brought dancing shoes but life presented a battlefield, how fair is unfair when I die so unfair in an unfair circumstance. Not today, for I'm yet to germinate, yet to live, I mean rise, for I'm a seed with all potentials, life is my ploughing field, I a child of woman.
Born into life, while embraced life with both palms, my palms dazzled with worth, worth waiting for. This universe provoke my being, less evoked my renaissance, life is yet to suffer my purpose. These scars, few broken limbs and split libs, are yet to reign magnitudes, for the multitudes, that, as I lodge in my vengeance rifle, my story begins, I a child of woman.
#Poetic_Ink
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Africa my Africa; of resources rich.
Aggressively wooed because her potentials enrich.
Africa the bride, historically bid for.
The continent dark with opulent fields to explore.
Your labour past prospered farmers of the Occident.
Your hidden value takes the gaze of the Orient.
Not even the world's giants can your 'dwarfness' ignore,
as they compete for potentials concealed therein.
You seek for succour but your abundance lies herein.
Your pleasant shores will no more the brain drain witness.
Your lush green will spring forth from your feigned wilderness.
Africa my home will her charming beauty unveil.
No more will your poverty stricken let out a wail.
The mornings create renewed hope
As lovers make plans to elope
And friends discover how to cope
Which contours a kaleidoscope
Of vibrantly affected dreams
Delightful colored potentials
From wondrous heavenly angels
Removing cruel, harsh troubles
Reassuring lost self-esteem
The afternoons bring enriched faith
The kind that makes you feel so safe
The sort that fills your heart with praise
As conviction teaches and conveys
Beliefs that assure fearful souls
Inspiring comfort which fulfills
With good knowledge in sweet idylls
Reminding hearts that dream instills
And moving souls to reach their goals
The twilights arouse revived love
The type that makes you reach above
The feeling that’s calm like a dove
Shows two fit as one like a glove
True love is without conditions
And gifts the spirit with vision
Prepares the mind for decision
These feelings craft true precision
Consoling sore inhibitions
August 19, 2014
Contest: The Lady of Shalott
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
Every time I come closer
Away farther it gets
Without understanding
Whispered by a seeker
The More calm
The more insights attained
Insight gateway for success
Successful light worker
Illuminating the dark
Wisdom must be applied
Timid is the mind
Those addicts of pleasures
Relying on uncertainty
Can't find way to navigate
Through life
Find someone to blame
Rather than taking
Responsibility of mistakes
Acting all
Forgetting
time
always
comes
Around
Clock
Tick
Karma
Visit
Think, think
Never live
In your head
Thoughts
Emotions
Feelings
Mind what
You digest
Heart
ACT according to your potentials.
You can't buy it twice
Forget about it
First lovely
Awakened
Awareness
Lights
Everywhere
Security
Alerts
Behind
The bars
LIVE
Sentence
Decide
Consequences
Faced
Alone
Never seen a mad man with friend
Neither and
Never seen
A broke
Man
With friends
Winds of change
Blows
Away
All
In the midst of modern day's fray—
The leaders with dispiriting sway,
—make the youth feel small and humbled,
Their potentials wilted, withered, crumbled.
Education, once a glittering star—
Now merely a launchpad.
The city's fruitless search for jobs
Entices graduates to farm-filled blocks,
Certificates, once signs of our worth,
Now bind us to soil's sun-kissed earth.
We struggle on the land with pride,
—though the dreams are swallowed, denied,
Forcing us to compete with those—
Who never drank of learning's hose.
Oh! Great Spirit,
What nation have we become inside?
Where education's light no more shines.
The bitter fruit of jobless hours,
Turns bright minds into danger's flowers,
—fraud, the fickle fortune-teller's chariot,
Lures many into ritual's dark lair,
Prostitution's shadowed bower.
In this land where hope is strained,
—where life's bleakness is ingrained,
Our nation's youth must fight to survive,
Their future's not a given, but a strive.
In this land where wealth's a shield,
—integrity's a toy to yield,
The lower class is pushed aside,
—their worth rejected, seen with pride.
Offices, once merit's seat,
Now dance to wealth's deceit,
While empty heads with cash in hand—
Lead the masses in a merry band.
Connections, the thread of power,
Weave the fabric of corruption's tower