I
To the father who knew me before he formed me,
To him who named me after he found me,
My homage I shall pay to you.
II
To the father who gave me his words and commandments
Just to aid my daily living.
To him who fed me, clothed me, and gave me shelter.
Your Eulogies I shall render.
III
To the father who colors my efforts and covers my errors,
To him who made me perfect even when perfection is against humanity.
To the father who taught me the difference between right and wrong,
In your court, I shall reign forever.
IV
To the father who made me realize,
That there's nothing for me to gain,
If I walk in the counsel of the ungodly,
If I stand in the ways of the sinner,
Or sit in the seat of the scornful
V
But if I can follow his words,
And obey his commands,
I will be among the chosen generation,
A Royal priesthood,
An holy nation,
A peculiar people.
VI
That father is the one who knows all fathers,
To the father who is greater than every other father,
Every other fathers that cannot compete with this one father,
One father that surpasses all shades of fatherhood.
VII
God is the father to all fatherhood,
He is the reason behind our universal Brotherhood of man,
And at the end of time, when there are no other fathers in existence,
He will remain the universal fatherhood of God.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
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MAN : In relationships, a man's handset is like an Onion, the more the woman opens it the more the tendency she will cry.


WOMAN : And a woman's handset is like money that attracts your sight, take off your gaze and you will forever be cherished, live on it and your value will deplete.

© Fearless Lines

Until you showcase your worth to the world around you, you will always be treated below your real standard. Reveal your worth, and you will know that respect and value isn't a product to be purchased, but a natural magnet that attracts the kind you possess.

© Fearless Lines

We sometimes feel and think that the concept of love is magical. That once we are in love, it is natural and normal for our partners to know what we think, feel, like and need at every point in time even without uttering a word about it, but that would be an exhibition of extraordinary ability which is rare. Mind reading instead of communicating inevitably backfires.

It is easy to sing a love song when you have what it takes to finance the romance, nothing bores the ear most like the tale of love embroiled in nothingness.

©Fearless Lines

For every ray of life you own lies a trace of hope, as it is in six feet only is where hopes are buried.

Failure to accept knowledge is the success to be irrelevant in an atmosphere where exposure and enlightenment is the peak of healthy living.

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The size of knowledge you have as regards to your vision in life will ultimately determine the direction and outcome of it. A knowledge that is not producing the desired result is said to be a waste product in the fulfilment of the vision. Discarding such knowledge from the vision will equally bring it to limelight.

© Fearless Lines

I
Tell me what is good?
If the essence of peace we've seen, and pain we've witnessed.
Yet we couldn't sense the truth in the lies of men.
What is the good?
If all we do is to view the world with a troubled eyes,
Even when all is perfect, and despite be fruitful and multiply,
The side of reproduction by birth, goes the end by death.
II
Tell me the good in a mutual lover's breath,
If their errors are not acclaimed?
Or should we be less concerned over it?
Even if it's as a result of our passings
But what will be the result of our carefreeness,
If the fire of fear keeps burning bright?
III
Show me the essence of goodness,
If our Faith are seen in daily expressions,
But doubt and greed we wear for wealth in the same vein,
And if more words could not be enough to justify our claims,
We find solace in places where our weaknesses are being fed.
IV
Shed the tale of goodness to me,
If there's no good way of doing what is wrong,
Or wrong way of doing what is right.
But our morals is to condemn,
And the essence of our peace is to inflict pain on others.
And for our faith to be acknowledged is to put others in fear,
Or for our main essence of existence is for death to be the end.
V
But i put to you to live life to its fullness,
So as our hesitations will not be a moment of weakness,
But to restructure ourselves and tilt from yester years for better days ahead,
And for the overall position we are today,
Should be what we give according to what we've received.
And the best we receive should be the best we give.
.
Thomas Oluwatosin

I
Stay abreast to my words,
Pay attention and never return for clarity,
Like a soul baptized in bipolar disorder.
You shall not hum a sorrowful hymn,
On the yuletide when I couldn't pen words to paper.
II
For every myopic soul,
Lacing their sight on the broken lens,
On the fortnight of my muse,
Do not claim your eyes fail you to spree on my diction,
As every soul will find the solace their wounds need to heal up.
III
To all who grew the mandrake root of sickness,
That they are naturally ugly from the depth of their soul,
Well, when the spring comes,
Take a look at the reflection of your own self,
Perhaps, you will see the beauty that lies within the new season.
IV
My message to the mind blowing beauties,
Do not be buried in the art of your imaginations,
And do not be blown to the other side of your beauty,
Making the opportunity slide over,
But make use of every bit, and roll on.
V
Most importantly, to my fellow writers,
Poets and poetess.
Always worship your muse, salute your pen,
And carry the tides that flow from every word,
Because everything in life happens in reflection to our commitment.
VI
Our adherence to the warnings,
To the rules, to life and to all shades of fear.
Life is a game, we play by the rules,
Know the rules, and play to stay relevant.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
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If life hasn't stone you with some sores to nurse, you will never know there are scores to settle with life.

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[center]I
Fifty shades of corruption,
Infinite faces of injustice in commotion.
If we claim we are equal before the law,
Why is your evil hard to bear as your flaw?
On what name are we to survive when we hate each other,
What will be the end when there's no law and order?
II
How will you see beyond the colours, races and tribes?
When your heart is filled with terrors, aches and bribes.
Our culture is to create a life,
But the foe in folks clothing that we serve turned it to rife.
III
We seek for a change, for we are tired of the pains.
Your ploy on innocent lives, all sum up for your selfish gains.
You refuse to resent the doers,
Yet you cover their lies just to be among the rulers.
IV
Voting times seep through our dying times,
As guns are brought into peaceful fight on civil lives.
As you pulled the trigger and soaked the flag in the blood of human rights.
V
We believe we live in unity, even while we don't make a bond.
We appear as folks, though our clothes are torn with their bomb.
Of what use is a weapon against an unarmed man?
When the art of war blows on us without a fan.
What will be the cost for someone to save our dreams and plan?
VI
As we pay the price for the help we did not get,
When our protectors turned to the killers of our target.
Our flags are raised in shame,
As our thoughts are aired in bullets' flame.
We can't breathe, as there's no pure air to live,
We can't survive this as there's no love to make us become relieved.
VII
The hate you give is our anthem
The colour of our spilled blood is our emblem,
Wasted lives are our patriotic songs,
As you continue to live with your wrongs.
VIII
The hate you give will not be erased,
Nor your deceitful tongues be praised,
But your lives will one day be laced,
On an unmarked grave of a warrior left unraised.
IX
Until then, one thing stands above your greed.
We can't breathe!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
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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.

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

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.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
©Fearless Lines

I
The sunlight sprouts, as it gives light to the spree of life.
Like the whirlwind in nature's atmosphere,
So the days of men ring and rise on the surface of pain and lies.
II
Hope comes, warding off the long-thirst of men.
As they spin and strive in a world of plenty,
Choked up in a well-ventilated environment.
III
Promises swayed in, made to masses.
As the cries of wasted resources spring on,
And the wails of the prudent elites echo from afar.
IV
Now, Sunlight dims, Hopes burried, and Promises breached.
As the Testament of our lustful lives, and mourning elites stir the atmosphere.
When we discover the roads created are soaked in the bloods of the citizens,
That the margins between the rich and the poor,
Are the effect of so-called Press-dent, Sin-ators, Min-sters,
All called our Country's Representa-thieves.
V
Another day will shine on,
To paint our thumbs in creeds for you.
Another sunset will sprout,
As we turn our vows and wake from your Bed of lies.
VI
We will walk no more in your stream of nothingness,
We will pledge no more to your ocean of Fairy tales,
We will heed no more to your campaign coming from your decade lips of lies.
VII
And another moon will shade off the darkness,
When the hate you give will Boomerang,
That day, the hopes will be regained,
And our lives will be set Ablaze no more.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
© Fearless Lines

Dormancy is not a state of being inactive but a state of being conscious but unconsciously having no impact.

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
Listen ! Let me tell you a story.
I've bore witness to Pain, as i've also seen Pleasure !
Laying it's marks on the plains of my shoulders.
II
Pay attention ! And hear me well.
I've seen Lies, and i've heard the Truths.
I've seen Lies in their truths,
As the truths in their lies slope down on the premium of my laps.
III
Calm your nerves ! And don't get it mixed up.
I've heard about Existence, and i also believe in Nothingness.
But i haven't seen the Essence of life despite our Existence ,
When after Death everything becomes Nothingness.
Just like i've seen Birth but haven't felt Death,
But I've seen death seeping from the last breath of enemies and lovers Health.
IV
Relax ! 'Cause i know you are confused.
I am human and i believe in Existence.
'Cause i've perceived Doubt, and i've also exhibited Faith.
As i relay my Fears in the realm of my Courage.
And my Courage proved nothing to the world even jn the midst of my Fears,
V
Believe me or not, It's your Choice !
That I've seen the World, and i've heard it's Words.
That I've seen its Storm wailing, and I've experienced its Stillness.
That life is a Circle, as it continues to roll.
And everyone will get to experience its sides
As you'll hear it's Tales and see it's Proofs.
You'll Smile at its Praise and Frown at its Blame,
You'll Run from its Error, and Walk into yet another Terror.
VI
But if you want to know more, as life itself has more to give.
Journey with me, And i will tell you another story.
Lie here with me, and i will show you it's Legends,
Dine with me, and i will tell you it's Tales and explain its Folklores,
As you've prepared to hear the Unseen,
And eventually you will see the Unheard!
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I
Listen ! And let me speak.
I have killed people as i massacre Legion with my pen,
I made the reflection of their weirdest moment,
Be the torment even in their morning sleeps,
As evil unveils from them and they care not to see the pain of others.
II
I am not a wicked being born out of harmless soul,
Nor am i a wicked soul raised from the blossom of the harmless,
But i feel the tangled pain resonating within my spirit,
As i got hooked and choked by it, huge enough to break my spirit.
III
So anytime i speak, the volumes linger on.
When the dictions flow through my pen,
They feel the pain too and shed the tears behind closed doors,
They look at me in the open and call me a SADIST,
For i write to grieve and shed the non-existing tears.
IV
To my friends and foes, poets and poetess.
I have carved my words again like the pen of a ready writer,
This war shall persist for as long as the sky remains blue,
They will hurt me by their actions,
And evil will crawl on them seeping from my pen.
V
They shall weep and blood will flow saying byes to tears,
They will see no evil, they will hear no evil,
But they will speak of evils for they will feel my evils,
As i begin to wreck their protagonist in their dreams,
Raising the flags of their villian in their realities.
VI
I am not a SADIST !
I just live by the Hammurabi Laws.
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THOMAS OLUUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (IG- Fearless_Lines)

I
Days begin to pearch as the calls begin to roll through,
I left it unpicked but responded to the text coming through.
I placed the footprint in my heart and retard the fingerprint.
II
I chew off your name like the air in me,
I pledged my allegiance to your lies and bear no witness to your truth,
I handled your love as nothing and treat your hate like jewelry.
III
I live my life unconsciously and it turns you off consciously,
You feel i do not care, but i still know your birthday.
You feel i care, but i still can't remember your flavorite song.
IV
I set my focus on your errors and ignore your perfection,
You accused me of this but I'm still not aware of it.
But now it appears i broke your heart,
And within me it's not something i planned,
For my candle couldn't see beneath itself,
And the more i rip you off till the end.
V
Now all i feel within me is there's a lover somewhere,
Unknown admirer that is unknown to me,
Or known admirer yet unknown to me.
VI
My apologies i relay to you for the time past,
My mistakes i wish i could withdraw,
The truth I've aired to you where ever you may be,
For someone else will love you back,
But someone isn't me!
.
THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (IG - Fearless_Lines)

I
You are the true reflection of the stars that lures my sight to the beauty of the night,
You are the perfect posture of the rainbow in the sky that makes me appreciate colours,
Your simple gestures give me reasons to long for rightful words coming deep within me,
The words i shall use to define you!
II
Let me draw your kind to the reflection of my thought,
Let it flow within the rhythm of my muse,
Let me paint you with my words,
Let my ink spill on papyrus and cuneiform to describe you.
III
A chant for you that sparks up your true eulogies,
A lullaby to calm your nerve to put you to sleep,
An handful amount of cowries to bid your price,
A coin i shall pay to the boat man to sail me across to you to walk you down the aisle,
For your face is enough to behold!
IV
No other thought reigns better in me,
Hearts may beat around but none like y inours,
Faces i might have encountered but yours is a true pattern of your smile,
In it, nothing more, nothing less.
V
Nothing more to behold,
Nothing less to beseech,
Nothing but a piece of true reflection of my muse,
Nothing but a complete perfection of my definition of you!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS ( IG- fearless_lines)[center][/center]

I
At what point in life are we to die?
How many of us will pass by?
Just for our best intentions to be seen,
Or for the greatest problem to be felt from it.
II
At what point will our voices echo in a terrain of no return?
How many of our voices will be seized or silenced?
Before the words that lie beneath be heard,
Or burst like a grenade in space.
III
How many will resurrect for many to know we live to die?
How many of illiterates will become literates?
To know that science is not the answer to everything,
And among the literates,
Who knows not that education has no keys to life's mysteries.
IV
How many of my lies must be heard?
And how many of lies must be accepted as truth just for pleasures delight?
How many of my truth will be used against me?
Just for the natural hatred we nurtured for years in our veins to emerge.
V
How many will be ready to answer all these questions?
Knowing fully well that "How many" has been the most common word in this poem,
Since the sight of men are blocked with fogs of criticisms.
VI
Well, at this juncture,[center][/center][center][/center] i leave you to this.
Delve into it's realm for i know you may not have the answers.
But i need you to know that life naturally has no questions for you,
But you must be ready to give answers to the unasked questions,
For we don't need to experience war before it dawns on us,
That Existence is not a game,
It is for a PURPOSE!!!
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
©2020

Goodness gravitates towards everyone for no one is destined for a life of no miracles, but in the same vein goodness may also flee if not braced by proper support.

I
Life has been felt as death unfolds,
And death has truly been seen as life revolves.
As now i can see the true nature of this agent in a mirror,
Like the Trident of a Trojan warrior,
Seeking for the seat of a throne.
II
She poised into every living thing,
Scooped the minds of objects,
Hoping to end the terrace of human by a simple touch through her infirmities.
III
She claims to be the death that rises from the life in human,
And the very life that separates the dead from the living,
She proves to be the unburied death resurrecting back to life.
IV
But then the adherent of this realm believes
That you can only get saved by simple ablution and social distancing,
To turn off foes and friends waiting not to see the humor on their faces.
Parent against their children in no desire to see their return from their sojourned lands.
V
Indeed, the scent of nature has turned against human,
For they could not inhale the breeze by the mask they carry.
She is the true entity beyond the world of forms.
VI
She is the religion that is strong enough to shut down any other form of beliefs,
The perfect gestures stronger than the heart warming hand shakes and hugs,
The very culture that unites all nations irrespective of their tribes and creeds,
She is Covid-19 and she is a Virus!
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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 next world,
And thou you cometh in the next life,
Thou cometh a poet lover.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)