Fearless Lines

Within the paradigm of life, it's been empirically proven that Humans seek happiness more than anything else, believing that a happy heart thinks straight in all spheres. In the same vein, Humans seek love as a well so grave knowing with love happiness will come through. They seek money with an assurance that money is like a tool, a compass that guides and directs their path to the place where happiness sprouts forth. Well, within the sphere of my knowledge, i know there are exceptions to this but before you medias hurl in your comments, spare me some minutes to address this reall quick. . Looking from the clues of listed sources or ways to be happy from the ones mentioned above, it's been seen from the societal perspective of life that money is the only medium through which one measures worldy success, but what we fail to understand or in a lighter note, what we know but ignored all the time is the fact that we always believe money can buy us happiness. Well it will go a long ...

I Under the palm wine tree of mami agba, We danced and tossed all night around the fires of the night, With an in-depth love and unity we shared. Entertained with tales of tortoise and his toised pricks, Of Asin toun tokere in the nights of Eve, Got carried away with the taste of palm wine, Diving into me with the taste of roasted bush meat. II The tales triumphed on from the tongues of elders, Accompanied with the didactic words and warnings of our time, All emanating for future references, That we may not be pulled and pushed by the wind of time, Or drenched in the flaws of our nature. III Time chirped and days unravelled, We became orphans left with no taste to savour, No milk to suck from our mothers' breasts, Nor a lullaby to hear to lure our sleep. Fathers died in battles and mothers wailing as remnant of war, We are alone like the alpha of Adam's time, the omega of mankind. Alone, like an island surrounded by waters of civilization and ignorance. IV Now the reality of li...

I At the well of my muse, To put my pen in line for lyrics against you, Yet you provided me suitable dictions despite my intention, And breath in your breathe of over flowing rhythms in me. II When i wail my tongue against you, And shatter you name with my pen, You provided me with yet another pad And refreshed my muse to sing the unsung song of my dreams. You never seized my thinking nor an end to my reasoning. When i proved myself to be your foe, You fought for me like I'm your ally. III I built fortresses around myself just to keep you off, You kicked them down like wrecking balls against the walls. I hid myself in fogs away from you, Yet you brought me out to clarity yet from another fog. IV I am like the tale of a tree planted in the midst of rivers, For every season will be favourable, I'm the lost sheep, Leaving the ninety-nine behind, Yet seeking for one, the only me. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)

I When your mouth inhales the words from mockers, And your eyes get flooded with tears, When you make an exist in a channel of entrance, And life's realities begin to unravel in your path, Making your responsibilities bigger than the cross you bear, II When drinks pop in the air for it's friday night, And you feel an emptiness despite the void you carry, Tearing you apart like a veil, a rift that needs a closing, Making the rhythm of your heartbeat beats, Like the beckoning drums of the jumanjians for another trouble III When your life seems like a dream, a game, Trying to wake from and staying alive or get dead in it and die for real, And the night, for the hunters to hunt you in your cold-hot sleep, Lacing your bed with a mandrake root, fading off your spirit, With the charmed bracelet, warding off your strength. IV Never panick, Neva worry, Be calm and lean on these words, That for all the troubles you encounter, And the ones you might still encounter, I am with you anywhere...

I I wish i could alter the nature, To bring back Zamani time frame, Living again in the days of the past, For what lies in today is nothing but a pain of a crippling fate. II Like poles attract states the magnetic laws, I attract my notions to the daily motions, Like the tangles of a circus, A deceiving end i gave as i entertained with a smile, But a heart of frown. III I wish i could cast a maternity spell, Making the occurence of every sorrow in my heart, Be felt as the beginning days no matter the distance, But a leap of faith i took to end this gloomy feeling, But all ends in fogs of clarity. IV If only i could finally stand on my feet no matter the trials, Probably that could be the only comfort my heart needs, Leaping on the walls of heaven's shore, In anticipation for a guaranteed better tomorrow, And not the present witnessing hollow shades of today. V So as i patiently put my hopes in God, For my dreams to come through in lines with the steps i take, I will so intentionall...

I Have you ever felt like a paper bag? Drifting through the claws of the wind, Like a tattered kite, Moving from its end to its beginning. II Have you ever felt like a strand line on a paper sheet? Whose purpose is to separate the margins. Have you ever felt like a house built with of sand, And with a breeze all becomes sand beneath the feet of men. III Have you ever felt like a living being with no purpose? Or like a dead with no hope? Six feet under with screams and wails, And no one seems to hear a thing. IV Have you ever felt like a living-dead, or a zombie? Having no clues but to destroy. Have you ever felt like a human with the precision of a machine? Like a robot! All for the satisfaction and purpose of another man. V You don't have to feel like an old wine in a new bottle, Like all doors are closed, knowing not one leads to the perfect road. Your very nature is bliss, like a lightening bolt your heart will glow. VI After a hurricane comes a rainbow, When your time is set yo...

A man who thinks ahead in everything will save himself from unnecessary embarrassment and also alter unforseen predicaments. He who lacks sense is a victim of all circumstances.

They say love is blind, then I guess it's the main determinant why we fall in love, for we can only fall when we are actually blind. So if we claim to fall in love, then we were already blind before falling in love, so how exactly do we know what we've  fallen into and how sure are we it is love? Then HATE could come in disguise as LOVE and vise-a-viz,. So apparently, if one's blind you have no clues of what's around you, by implication it could be we fall in love or into hate or deceit and many more because we are indeed blind. Be it as it may, love is an action word and so is the positivity of every action is determined by its end. On this note, we only have a feeling at our grasps and emotion that drives us to someone at our disposal that we can't really place it's state until when tested by our actions and thoughts toward them overtime, until then is when we can know for sure what exactly we have fallen into.

I With your bloody words seeping from your tongue to me, And your actions emitting pains to me, With every inch of it dangling, And every glean of it jingling, I shall retaliate with my pen pounding! II You care not to hurt, You care not to see anyone get caught, All for your selfish gains. Listen ! You hurt me and tore my world in pains, Twisted me till i succumb in chains, One day is always for the thief, Today, you will be served without beef. III My pen will be your whips, My diction will carve your ribs, Your biography will be well written, Pasted on the wall for it to be well seen. IV You are a foe with unclear identity, Worry not on how to maintain and sustain that entity, An epitaph i will coin in you name in an unmarked grave that has no security. Never aim to get anyone along in your perilous quest, Better get along soon in your path for no one will heed to your request, You know you don't belong here, alone you shall die without a tag along gu...

I I once believed when i was seven (7) that we live in a wild world, Where our beliefs were that we're bigger than the wider world. I made my hopes high by pushing myself to the limits of things, Hoping in it i am learning new things. II My idea of life began to grow the more when i was twenty (20), Clarity of life emerged as frustraton set in, Wondering why haven't i been able to reach my goals, I delved into the realm of believing that drinking, And burning liquor is the path to shed off my worries. Alas! Still on the street trying to get the steady figure. III I continued in the race as at twenty (25), I became a dreamer like my father before mine, Then i made lyrics, made dictions for my poetries. Sometimes on love, sometimes about the future glories that bored me, For he who knows what it means to be waiting, Will know that a long awaited hopes make the heart weary. IV When i was twenty-six (26 I understood alot about life within the space of a year, ...

I Could this be the best of me? If one's happiness reveals the hatred in me, Praises sounding as psalms of condemnation to me, Shutting every doors of opportunities calling it the true me. II When did i become impossible ? When did my efforts become unaffordable ?  I can't wipe my disable, Nor put an end to my unable. III But with every drop of my ink, With every calories i burnt while i think, For every thousand love i gave that made me sink, And for every step of faith i took which made me have a rethink. IV I realized there's no one else i have to please, Nor any burden i need to release, But i just need to soak my past to get my future rinse, And pray for Grace to make me a prince, For a better version of me to be seen in life's scene. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN TEE-THOMAS(Fearless Lines)

I To myself of fearless Lines, For the lady in my visions of souless soul, My marks i must relay as i lay off my confession, From the very core of my stomach purging my diets. II Your passings my wish, Your words a pure soulful bliss, Not on papyrus or cuneiforms seeping from your pen, But on the very tablet of my heart, The pamphlet of my soul. III I'm moved by you as your legs are wide open, As they spilled the lyrics of your dance move. And as your tongue in line with mine, Salivating the gestures of our words of intimacy. IV My hardened soul breaks off its yoke, At the slightest core of my passing to your vulnerable soul, Making the twins on your chest pumps up as i nailed you on. V Making our pace to the rhythm of our hearts, The sweet dialect of our sweetest moans, And the undivided sigh and ecstasy of our orgasm. VI As I've relayed my confession, I bless the communion with the holy king james version dialect, That if thou me reigneth in the ...