Lyrics, Pen and Pad.

I never believed in dreaming, It never got me very far. I never believed that love could find me, Like an arrow through the heart. I never believed in miracles, Or building castles in the air. Not until that day I found you, Turned around and you were there. From the day you came, you gave me A whole new point of view. I've been touched by an angel, It's impossible, but true. I believe in you. I swear that forever from today, No one will ever take your place. I believe in you. And I believe our love will last always. I never believed in fairy tales, Tho sometimes I wish I could, I never believed that golden slippers Could ever find the perfect foot. I never believed in magic, Or that wishes could come true, But your very first kiss changed all this, Something only you could do. You made me a believer, You made me trust again, You showed there's a pot of gold, At every rainbow's end. Only love, sets you free, And if you serve to fate,

The first time I got my soft hands on a poem, God bless the Pope, it's on his birthday. I wish him with this... Very soft poem I have a thing I name hope. Having it always helps me cope. Any day, anywhere tho' I  lope With any man and his scope. Any time, any dime, I go dope. I am with a thing I call hope. With it, I scale anything and make the slope Any length, any breath I still cope Any height, any range, I feel dope. Rightly, with pen in my hand I feel like Alexander Pope. What is the Roman Catholic Church without the Pope? Who am I? How can I? Without my hope. Long live my hope. Long live FHYSX tha Pope. Happy Birthday, Adeolu Timothy, aka Pope. King Kyle

The breeze blows, The weather whitens, The leaves dry, The ground patched. The looks appear dead, It's only an eve before the life. *********************************** It darkens, And gets sleepy, A break From daily toiling, Back to base, Alone with thoughts, I need a soul, Who'll hear my thinking? *********************************** The quill, My companion, The only ear, That hears my tone. Loner I appear, Deep down a nova, So much to say, But right now it's over. *********************************** Well deserved, A night of sound sleeping. Toiled the day, A hustle for better living. Time to retreat, A reload for better ideation, Time to go, The deep keeps calling, Though asleep, The mind yet working. *********************************** Fhysx  © 2015

His birth foretold, By Esias in the Old, Through the scroll, The prophesy unfold. His birth lowly, Although He's glory. The Angels excited, Relays to the Shepherd. On hay He lays, His throne in a manger, His Crown renounced, To pay for the sinners. Through the virgin, He came untainted. Though divine, In flesh he dwelt. Hail Mary I hear, Joseph I salute. The sacrifice, The courage. The pregnancy, The birth, All for MY KING Halle... I chant, In celebration of MY KING, A Child is Born! The Prince of Peace! Fhysx  © 2015

Why cry over spilt milk, When God cries over spilt blood! Left our first love, For the pleasures of this world. Our sanctuaries now stadiums, We care less how it turns. Concerned with nails and lashes, While our mind is depraved. He took nails and lashes; We are making it nil. Preaching prosperity, Perpetual Pride and Persistent Persecution. The assignment left undone, Disciple the nations! We diet spiritually, When He promised daily bread. Left with Pulpits, Pews and Singers, THE TRUTH left behind. No life left, Back to our ex- He reaches out, To those still conscious. My arms are open wide, You'll always be My Bride. Fhysx  © 2015

i CARE so much, My head spins,while my heart stops. i CARE so much, My prayers starts and ends with your name. i CARE so much, It hurts to think of getting you upset i CARE so much, Your voice becomes my lullaby i CARE so much, I wanted more, but you wanted platonic i CARE so much, It hurts to see you joke me around i CARE so much, But too scared to show it. i CARE so much, I just don't know how to show it. Fhysx © 2016

I have a dream But it ain't mine I had to dig In the owner's mine Took a while to catch a vision, A little longer to get a dream I thought He was working the vision But nay,He was working on me He made me need what I needed Made me want what I wanted Got me down to~ "One thing have I desire, That will I seek after" I became thirsty, To see him as The Living Water I became hungry, To see him as The True Bread Had it birth through trouble My challenges were the facilitators To birthing a dream. I wanted it for me, He wanted it for him. Until I wanted it for him, He had me wait on him. I'll write the vision, Make it plain, So in the end, It shall speak. Fhysx © 2016

I used to be on my own, Lost in the world unknown No laws no limit, Living a life of my own. Drawn into a life of dirt, So much I couldn't resist I was thrown into a pit of filth Even my clothes were ashamed of me. Had untamed desires, The more I had the more I wanted. In my state of self-destruct, Like a gentle breeze on a cool evening, Came a still small voice, So quiet I could hardly hear it. Softly it spoke~ "Come home My child, I've waited so long for you" Like a nightmare it disturbed my sleep. I trembled and shuddered; My whole body shook with fear. "Who are you?" I stuttered. "The one that seeks the lost" She answered. I sought patriots before you, Now I'm here for you. Like a baby out of bath, She washed me clean. Like Saul, Grace found me, I rose and fell again But grace picked me up. Like Noah in Gen 6:8 I found grace in the eyes of the Lord. Like Moses in Gen 33:13 Grace taught me Like Esther, Grace

What is singing without the song? What is the song without the singing? What is painting without the paint? What is the paint without the painting? What is writing without the ink? What is the ink without the writing? What is living without the life? What is the life without the living? What is loving without the love? What is the love without the loving? I'll pay a thousand cattle just to have your heart. Pope Fhysx © 2016

I used to think love was blind, But now I think it's just ignoring me. There is someone for everyone, They say! Won't rest till I find my soft and curvy, I said! Till fishes fly, Till birds swim, I'll swim a shark infested waters, Race across plain deserts. Love is a little messed up sometimes. Love is a simple thing in our head, Put it in the real world, It becomes decimated. You can't put love on paper. You have a better chance of bleeding your heart out Through a paper cut than through a pen. It's crazy! Sometimes when you are chasing love, It's like the whole world is on your side. Feels like the Universe is pushing you in certain direction. No matter how much your brain thinks he controls you, There's always that override switch. While chasing love, A lot pass you by. The people in your life so important, That they do off everything else. But Alas! A distraction from my distraction. A realization-, The beauty about being a wr

Your love engulfs me As the harmattan overwhelms the heat I will pledge a thousand favours to the wind To courier my voice to your ears Adumaradan, come close to me So you can behold the honour of my presence Since the day I set eyes on you Since the day I had a glimpse of your beauty Your love has ridden me like a horse of wild winds I cannot sleep; repose is far from my eyes Adumaradan, come close to me So you can behold the honour of my presence Adumaradan of inestimable beauty You are the palm oil, honour of the soup You are the whiteness which proclaims the splendour of the teeth You are camwood, deep red in the house of beauty Adumaradan, come close to me So you can behold the honour of my presence What is the weaverbird’s work if not the building of wondrous nests What is the crab’s task if not the digging of holes in the swamp What job has the scarab beetle besides the music of the heights What is the lover’s duty if not the pouring of honey into the ears o