The Call (Adeolu Timothy)

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

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Aponbepore

Your look is like the gaze of the sun, Like ice, it melts my heart. Your smile compares to an evening sunset over the sea, It summons and arouses my feeling for nature. Your sparkling white teeth Reminds me of the glittering stars On a full moon night. Just Like the moon peeps behind cloud, Your eyeballs stare beneath its lids. How much I long for that look The alluring one. To pull me out of my skin, To a journey beyond the creeks. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Values (Adeolu Timothy)

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPE FHYSX

AQUAKHAN More than two decades ago, You arrived on earth with a goal, Mummy and Daddy were smiling, But for reasons unknown, you were crying, Few hours ago, I remember it's your birthday, I pray you continue to have a great earthly stay. He is a teacher and a leader, A poet that convincingly won hearts of his reader, Saintly, he unleashes his words, That won endless rounds of applauds, Today, is yet a testimony of your wonderful living, Let haters continue with their beefing. POPE FHYSX is my Boss, A great writer that writes without a pause, He is a pride of today and a leader of tomorrow, He manufactures jokes to see an end to your sorrow, He clocks 'one' on this beautiful day, I pray you enjoy the fruits of life every day. You shall live longer than your father, You shall live to compensate the sacrifices of your mother, You shall live to uplift the name of your family, You shall live to transform the evils of your enemy. Remember, it is a world ful...

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