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The act of standing lies the act of falling, as that which you want it to stand you just have to risk letting it fall. [center][/center]

I
A million stories for a billion folks,
With a billion foes ready to trash my trillion stories.
One out of these stories I have never told,
Of how you ripped off the light in me,
Like the third part of a triskelion staged off from its setting.
II
Out of the ashes of my words lies the smoke of my diction,
Out of your next apologies lie your next deceitful stories,
You've brought the shame to me and now I bear the scars,
The scars you will never hear in my next tale,
For I am a true survivor.
III
Now there's a part of me myself and I,
That's gone forever in memory like the first milk on a baby's tongue.
The memory of a little boy grown so fast,
Like a seed planted and engrossed with ferterlizers.
IV
Now I've returned back to my life today,
Like the tale of a hero in years behind,
To take up the pains and the truth that I've worn like a battle wound.
As part of my broken past and my confused mind.
V
To lay hold my pen to write another story,
The story of my past memory now worn with pride and dignity,
To fight the billion foes and defend the trillion stories,
To be a warrior not with a sword but with a bleeding pen,
The bleeding pen laying off the fearless lines.
VI
As my words are now my armour,
And my stories my deflecting shield,
So also my pen will forever be my weapon.
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© Fearless Lines

Within the range of your age and reasoning, when you think about money what comes to your Mind? That which settles your bills? OR that which you feel you just have to find a way to make it, multiply it and manage it? Well, irrespective of your perceptive about money, one thing you're not 100% sure about is how you make money yet can't account for how it goes off so fast. Trust me, ain't that perfect in that phase too, Yes! It is called the Mysterious Law of Spending. Aside for the economy you are in, At what percentage of what you earn goes to what you Need and what you Want? Once that aspect is resolve, everything else is secondary.

I
The butterflies actually ended a month ago,
As the cycle ends with our friends awareness.
I'm sure you're aware as your eyes are to your body,
That the race of moving on in life is not always a perilous Journey.
As you seek for a new blood who brings out the best in you.
II
Sooner I realized that my planet already detached from your world,
And now the tale I hear is often more abouut the sweetest part of HER,
Indeed a quick notice to know I'm now in your history.
III
I would love to be hoisted in your memory,
Knowing fully well she may be sweet and pretty,
But I forever remain the most beautiful butterfly in your world of flies.
As it was an intentional chemistry between us when you first said it to me.
VI
But what will be the reward to my planter awaiting the reaping hours?
In a world where there are no longer bones for the patient dog to feast on
In a society where good memories do not last,
Compared to me ripping her hearts off from yours,
Obviously that would bring you a lasting memory of my wretched heart.
V
Now we are on a tightrope,
A deal to our lovestruck,
You can find another woman but not an angel like me,
Find someone great but don't seek no one better.
VII
A farewell to your love journey,
As you think of me even when you are with her,
A taste of my lips even when you kiss her,
A Ray of my picture when you make love to her,
Sure you can get married but you must not have a Home.
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You may be the type who never likes to vote his ears to the truth but loves to dwell in abyss of false information, but one thing remains, no matter what you feed your eyes on and where you reside your ears to, everything around you will always be a reflection of your daily diet, and the nutrients you get in thereof will always be the point of how balance OR unbalance your diet is.

[center]Only when your mind is at Peace is when your mouth can feed well.[/center]

If the relationship you keep in your life makes you weary, it's a reflection that you take much responsibility of others more than what your capacity can take. However, always remember that you need to sail to the other side first before you can show others how safe the path is to the greener side, if you're not here, you can never make others there. You will always be ultimately responsible for yourself first, ensure to tread reasonably.

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Everyone is a politician in the way we play the game of life. The only difference between us and the actual politicians in the game of politics is the honorary title we do not bear.

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I
Allow me to play a game,
To roll the dice of your existence like a game of ludo,
Hoping to emerge with the number six,
Which is the first attempt to your triumph,
Or your defeat.
II
Permit me to roll the dice again,
As the number six comes forth,
And leads to your new birth,
Or to your six feet.
III
Let me sing a hymn to the core of your soul,
Let me read the lyrics to your minds,
Of how hard it is to live
And how easy it is to die.
IV
For out of the occurrences of the earth,
Lies the words that spree forth,
As we live in a world where it essence can't be seen or felt,
Yet we tread the path like we own it.
V
After the birth of a man,
Lies the death of him.
But never will his death leads to redemption of his soul anew.
VI
We may live life with caution,
And also live it carelessly,
Lest, we fall or rise.
VII
But Which ever way we choose,
We must live life like we do not exist
And exist in it like we do not live
As it is not an entity where carelessness can be withdrawn
Or too much caution can be laced.
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VIII
That is a perfect way to live,
Other wise, a perfect way to die.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
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If only we can admit it as humans that we are like candles whose light will never see beneath itself despite its beauty in the dark. So we should know that no matter the carelessness we may adopt and carefulness we may lace, our errors will never be lucid to our ears nor will they be heard to our sights. As the warning of others around us will always be the torch to tread our darkest path and also our rod to part our flooded passages.

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I
Study the rules and know how to play,
Before you uphold the pads,
Lest, you die and you die for real.
II
Take the pads and play by the rules
Play on with your extra lives, Your decisions,
Hoisted on the plains of your hands,
Staring in your face as the fear grips you on.
III
At first it's impossible,
At first it's an illusion,, at first it's just a game,
Till you realize that your fate in the game is your lot in your existence.
A need not to play for fun anymore but to stay alive till the last phase is solved,
Do not drained up your extra lives,
But manage it to remain alive till the last stage is successfully completed.
IV
Do not die by your own submission
Or be killed by low life count,
For a game over is a life over
V
Life is a game, the game is life,
As we play by the rules.
One life, one soul and one body.
As we stagger in life's trigger,
But come what may, you just have to stay alive!
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© Fearless Lines

It is through love that you will find true love and it is through love that you will also get lured.

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The wages life will pay you is not a measure of your approach to the chores of life, but a view of certain relationships you have and the ones you lack to stay relevant for the pay day.

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To the minds of people that were once assaulted before in any form of abuse irrespective of their gender, do not motivate them or try to give them hope, for in the process of healing, the past might reappear again in terms of action or memory (P. T. S. D) Don't give them justice for it has a way of finding its own people, besides no one can give you justice, you rather take it yourself. Give them something greater; bring them vengeance.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.
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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
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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
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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.