I stumbled one day, Woke into this Dream.
Too many colours even galaxies seem dull
Was it gravity or what pulled too many worlds inside this room. 
Hey there! The hippies didn't bother. 
I made faces but the clown didn't laugh. The place was lit , are they lost or reek of themselves?

I walked in one day to a dozen galaxies unaware of the other. 
This is Paradise lost to the wandering Dopamines 
So was me, another Panther Wondering when did i grow from a world with just 7 colours and one Rainbow

A Night To Remember

The crowning work of all creation and evolution, Mankind stands uncovered in all its fallen, naked glory amidst ruins brought about by the fall. 

The onlookers look on. 

Perhaps another species, the apes, or the enshrined black Panther might have fared in the test, better. 

Behold the onlookers. See we not in their eyes care, love, communion, thoughtfulness, and shimmering intelligence? Had a different species been a ruler in all the earth, would it too have fallen, bringing misery, death, and ruin? Does it signify a God unfolding terror upon the creations?

Was it right then, that mankind be made the greatest? Is a dark future devoid of any rationalism or order ahead of us ? Was evolution a mistake?

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The Sacred Apple

We made the right, some thought JPEGs are 
nothing but look around us now, 
what do you see? All I see is our community 
enjoying their “slice of pizza” in the moon.

Anyone can stay low but staying at the top needs courage, hard work and faith. Sure, there will the bumps on the road. 
That’s what makes the destination beautiful.

This party just began and for all those who missed their 
“slice of pizza”🍕, well, sucks to be you.

WAGMI

When the party ends, how far shall we stay.
Till the stereo screams in heat and old torn bass?
How long can our shared eye gaze Erstwhile 
stay dialed in to this blinkering gloom,
And 
when the party ends,
Does the silent distances of his sweaty clasp yell out in rage.
Regret the stained sheets and her insides.
When the party ends, do we strive not to look each other in the eye, all the yester connections of meaning now, gone.
Or
 should we seek us, our sense of who our Lucids were.
When this façade ends, How do I know.
Will I kick myself out, leave when the going is good
Or corner to blind lights and sketch this Man made disaster.
When the party ends,
Will it end? Or should I just Go

Night After The High’s

I wanted speak of what wasn't a Day,
The world is void filled with what was
Voices spurt of what has to be and should be.
But The night left us to the joy of being-what wasn't
So lets just talk, of what wouldn't sway.

Lets say, it was a brisky bright morning, 
the music was off the clamouring on 
Her red jacket kissed my glossy mane.
The golden watch wait in haste to a joint
Lets save the day and let no other woman drink alone 

The three foes got along hoolig and cheering on
All till Tragedy struck when the mad man
Signature strawed his Jack Hancock down
Lets just say we are too young to play in the day
Aren't we lying in loops, days in and out.
Maybe its the same stories that we hate yet hear again
These stories that we proclaim, repeats.
Again

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