Fearless Lines

 Until a man witnesses a scene of death, he will never know what it means to be featured in the movie of life. And until he's so close to death himself, he will never know what it takes to survive.

  As buttons are directly in opposite to the designed holes of a shirt, and yet humans generally mix it up. So also i realized that it is mandatory to have a brain in a man's skull without a proper usage of it, as knowledge is not a reflection of what we've mastered but the usage of what we've acquired.

 MEMORIES I Taking back my sight to the tides of the past, Piercing my thoughts on the fogs of today, Lies a day i remember not the surname of pain, For my thought longs so deep in forever, An ever which may never be remembered. II Here's a time long gone, When i can identify the ancestors of pain, When the siblings of loneliness is the only gain, Where my heart feels like January leaving my hopes high, As i sigh in December with the brightness of the dark tides. III Here's what i was with the past memories, Cheers to what i am with the beauty of today's accessories, Toast to the pains of the embers, A pose to the pleasures of the 'nuarys', IV Past and present will move on like the flow of a river, Leaving no fruits of the past or the seeds of tomorrow, But there will always be memories of brighter days, And a toast as recipe to painful memories. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN ©Fearless Lines

  Nothing slows down the pace of a Man's destiny than living a life filled with no support but one's sweat alone.

 I Like the tale of the prodigal son, I delved into the realm as i laid on my sofa, Confused with no clues for direction. As the wind blew me on the face, Leaving the strand of my saliva on my cheek II At night, nature's bliss summons my soul to sleep, A hard knock hit up my heart, Shaking the joinings of my cords, staggering like wrecking balls against a wall. A visitor, Thief, Predator or ? III He entered and stared at me in anger like a soul from the seat of the scornful, As i managed to devour his identity from my sleep, He scolded me and hit me so bad with a heap pound of his elbow. With the touch of his hand, he remolded me into another form. IV Night ends, morning breaks forth, as the fragrance of light beckoned on me, I woke like an obstreperous rapist looking for whom to devour, I stretched and sighed like a prostitute whose night wasn't favorable, Looking up to the sky as though i was singing "I surrender all" Then i couldn't understand what the message ...

 I We all exist in a world, where we all want something to stir up our mood, Like the words that seep forth from the lips of a Rhema faith man. Many want it small, some want it big. Either ways, you starts by flaming up the atmosphere with the words that seep through me. And when i tilt my pen to paper, my words wont occupy space like matter. II I would like you to dwell on the lyrics as it sweeps you over, Over to a place, in a space where you face more of the flow, Keep the fire burning, let the smoke gets running, Till it makes you feel younger again like the tender breath of a lover's health. III Pay attention to the words, get your tension controlled under the  realm of my diction. As it breaks off your yokes, and set your oak in a place where your leaves can grow freely. Feeling free again like a bird free from a Fowler's snare. Reignite the fire, keep the flame on. Let the heat of the lyrics hits you hard, leave your past behind, Forget your history for now, and flow wi...

 Atimes the highest measure of love is to do nothing.

Time has no value when present in the absence of purpose.

  A man's attitude to a fellow man is a reflection of his superiority over the tentative wisdom he has acquired in the realm of assumptions OR of his inferiority over the foolishness he chooses to display in the realm of defining you by mere appearance.

 I With your tongue filled with sores, your lies spread forth like a bomb. With your blabbing throat, terror echoes on like a war on my coast. A promise of an imaginary world, my soul longs on like a rod. You pierce my piece with your irregular lines, yet i made it a stanza of rhythmic lines. II I saw your fingerprints, but i felt it's just an imprints. I raised a glass to make a toast, you burnt my hands to coast. You knew my purpose and ruined it by your action, i thought you wanted to propose and got lured in by my emotion. You said it was my fault and I'm too blame, but i knew it wqs your plot and i got the flame. III You claimed to give your all, but i also gave my shawl. You claimed i tore your heart to pieces, but you also sore my muse and ruined my poetries. You concluded I'm a bad omen to your feeling, but you ruined my life and lost my sexual healing. IV A time to reshuffle, a moment to end this puzzle, You mishandled all, never wish for it to be rekindled at all....