Shades Of Cool

Inspired.By.Evening. (i,i)

Faded images of a love that once was

Unpronounced

I remain your sceptic lover

Hidden from sea level

Shipwrecked beneath the ocean’s surface

An adventurer’s dream

Separated by time and space, ours was of a golden age

A lost time, designed by an ancient civilisation

Rediscovered, but our palette has been tarnished by the sands of time

A relic

And there laid our love, bare for all to see

Tangled in our separated existence, two distinct images uncoupled by a divide of trauma and regret

With my youthful exuberance masking my callousness

Your unrepentant joy hidden beneath your damaged veneer

Time never fails to destroy that which is fragile, once again a weightless love

Cursed by its nature to be ephemeral

Followed by an aftermath of lament

Human existence is a longer penance so we persist in this

Scathing in my critiques as I am wont to do

I existed for amusement, endlessly in search of an unfulfilling reward

My colour never shone brighter than yours but it certainly shone brightest with you

So yes my tragic lover, I love you.

The last minute of White Ferrari by Frank Ocean is exquisite. Ocean’s lyricism stellar as always delves into the intimacy of a connection, the possibility of growth and the tragic impossibility of sustenance. It fades. Yet another standout on a great album.

“I'm sure we're taller in another dimension

You say we're small and not worth the mention

You’re tired of movin', your body's achin'

We could vacay, there's places to go

Clearly this isn't all that there is

Can't take what's been given

But we're so okay here, we're doing fine

Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us in prison

It's just a skull, least that's what they call it

And we're free to roam”

Christopher Lonny Breaux

Captivating.

you are the star

and you shine across the globe

Conquering territories and collecting postcards

You cover your eyes and picture your next adventure

Transcending your means

A life lived across a map

The world at your palms

A stamp filled green passport

Through your stories a life I could only imagine is brought to life

you inspire

At your best you are love

A tender love, not for a man but for existence

Redefining humility and honouring your past

Never stop

I stan, you are Zahir ❤️

Photos Taken by some guy with an IPhone X.

And Zara Tahir

Night.Time

Mothers hurry their children to shelter as the light slowly fades

The night covers the sky, the earth and all around us

The sparse light provided by the moon can’t save you from the demons that lurk

The night crawlers emboldened come out to play and perform their dastardly deeds

When women of the night sell their wares, satisfying their many callers

A time of corruption and depravity, it consumes those who dare partake

Fathers hide your daughters, for these devils will enchant them with a fix from which they can’t withdraw

Street lights beaming, poor child won’t you follow the trail and find your way home?

The warnings were clear, survivors alerted us to the dangers that accompany twilight