Fearless Lines

 Getting the trophy to be a champion might not seem too challenging atimes in life, retaining the trophy for a life long in the quest of defending it over and over again could be the greatest challenge. 

 Your spirit will always lack the discernment to navigate through, your soul will forever be in the state of assumption, and your body will forever know no harmony, in as much as your place of recourse remains a mystery to your existence. 

 I Meters over meters, I journeyed the miles till i reached my tenth kilometer, Like a writer who decides where to pour his ink on, So i departed away from my threshold, Where i battled with my thought within the premium of my actions. II I took a walk, Roaming on the street of my heart with thoughts, Like a Zombie looking for whom to devour, There the tears poured from the eye of my clouds, Till i got drenched in pains of coldness, And got soaked in my own very salty liquid called my Tears. III To where will my actions lead me? Where would my thoughts take me? For the forces of my heart keep pushing like the massacre of the third Battalion, Leading to desert of unfulfilled dreams, Where hope are burried and fears are resurrected. IV A time to regurgitate my worries, To excrete the meals of fear and despair, Just to have a free passage through my mind, Like a seeker who sourjourns with a compass. V Not as a master of my fate, But a true respecter of my Actions. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN ...

 The best culture to adopt in life is to be yourself. 

 I After the breakdown of the epilogue and prologue of a book, Allow me to sail through for yet another look, For more and more lies within a book than the cover of a book. II For each pages i journeyed through, Sheds me of stories in long full memories, Of passion and action, love and lust, all piled up in no one's attention, Not a fantasy on an island, but a true reality. III Words in different fonts ordered than the norm, Tells of softness, tolerance, meekness, faith, all in endless terrain. Dictions in styled fonts reveals conflicts, hate, pain and confusion, Borne from a biased thought, illusions, of judgement without truth. IV Footnotes are of readers' interest to stretch forth their sight on, To end the routes of puzzled dictions, As they are the dictionaries to reveal our differences that attracts us, That others repel. V Now, for the flashback missing. And the suspense long forgotten, Neither of us will write the lines as we ought to, As we keep defining all based on i...

 Just because you can scribble some words into stanzas doesn't make you a poet, and that you can cook up some sentences into articles and journals doesn't make you a writer. This is because the true test of a Man's talent is not in the reflection of what he can do best, but the true test resides in the vein of continuity.

 If you notice you are suddenly tired of life, then you are not living for purpose, you are only surviving for existence.

I Of what exactly do we expect to hear in the world of silence? What do we expect to see in the light of despair? In a world of crippled minds, What is expected to be found in the darkness of hope? II Leading the world of man into perilous haven, When we premised our pleasure in the openness of shame Who search for truth with unseen veil of deceit, And our pain is skilled in the fogs of peace. III Is this fate or faith? Fate of Man's ignorance? Or is this the effect of the fall of the first man? Faith of Man's misguidance?  When faith scolds the good people, And fate applauds the evil ones. IV Should we say Eden is a cursed land? Perhaps, Goshen would have been a better prospect! Or the serpent lured them to wrong counsel? Or the tree itself is the root of all evil! V Should we say it's a life of misguidance or a rife of ignorance? Which ever, life continues! As life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN ©Fearless Lines