Where is your mind,

I heard it’s lost in space and time,

Searching the universe for something Devine.

The thrill of space was always a fantasy,

But there is supernatural in reality.

So why should I not believe,

My mind is deeply rooted in the intergalactic ecosystem of the mycelium network

So why tame my dreams?

My soul longs for Kepler -22b,

An eternity of solitude.

A journey through 638 light years,

Dedicated to self discovery.

An interstellar path the wormhole's gravitational singularity.

It here,

Here that I have the time to right my wrongs,

Here that I have the time to relive old memories with loved ones

For I have travelled for so long,

I missed the end of my world

But I experienced the birth of a new world.

Some call it, death,

Some call it, gravitational singularity.

What was once seen as a journey to save humanity on Edmunds planet,

Became a journey to find my self,

As I sacrificed a world,

And many life years to be the Adam on Kepler-22b

Or Edmunds planet as it is called,

Leaving the evils that haunted me behind on earth,

As I journeyed to a new world.

I wonder if my actions have cursed me,

A soul, once filled with faith.

Now I write this with emotions,

that many can’t relate.

Someone once told me

Take whatever it is you are doing religiously,

And you will see the outcome,

No matter how hard I try,

It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life,

Very high when dishing out my deliverables,

but squashed with every sight of my income.

In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees,

As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived.

Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith,

Appears to be lacking.

Maybe I actually lack faith,

and give up after every negative outcome.

But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself

I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses

But, religious or not,

Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.

Every time you smile it leaves me happy,

To see the one person,

I care about the most, with me is in a place that makes me happy

I have my weaknesses and I have my flaws

But you pick me up when I’m down and inspire my cause.

Why do I love you so much? It’s because you’re different

We fight a lot but we can’t live without each other and that’s decent

I miss you when you’re not around

When I present you to the world, I’m always proud

Your beauty is like never before

And I don’t think like you, there is another id adore

Did I meet you in my dreams? No

But you’re a dream turned reality that’s all know

Do dreams come true? I guess you answered that question

I picture you as perfect as a canvas that always draws attention

All Hell had broken lose in the lands as it searched for a saviour, “the king is dead, there is no heir and the new evil has begun to corrupt the lands” the high chief said, “what do we do your grace?” the eldest princess asked “cause if I get married now and have a male child he still won’t be an heir to my father’s throne only that of my husband’s”. Hell hounds were feeding on the kings body and 299 thousand soldiers that remained on the field, “the villagers would fear and other kingdoms in the land would cower as I approach to feast on the souls of their land and make them slave to the new pits” the new evil said as he walked alone the battlefield filled with limbs and hell hounds ripping through human flesh like lamb for slaughter at an abattoir.

Well, back in the pits the new evil had arrived in order to summon an army to go back and destroy the lands for good and the lands and the pits would be ruled by the new evil and everything would be equal. I saw this as my chance to get into the lands and see what it looked like before it was completely destroyed. This new evil was bad……….. If you have seen the new king Arthur, the monster Jude Law turns into is crying to what lives in the pits compared to this new evil, this guy was insane I mean Alucard insane with his moves, fast as the flash and damn even Dracula would bow if he met Mr New Evil.

The new would never shine again in the lands if Mr New evil should return with his minions from the pits and the magic that ruled the land would be overly corrupted. I sharpened my blade as I was named a general in the new evil army due to my status as the undefeated champion of the fucking pits, “it’s my birthday tomorrow, I’d finally be a real man “I said to my hell hound who had inherited some of my traits and also hated being in the pits and hated everything about the pits except the female hell hounds available to fuck. I mean I’m 20 and I have never had sex but my pet has been through the whole pits and now he’s fucking sick of it (I had to give it the stare like who the fuck are you).

Back in the lands the 8 kingdoms united and created a great army (why I said great was because they were large in number, they had combine their magic and they were like William Wallace they were going to put up one hell of a fucking fight. The daughters of the kings and also my sisters were all well trained and ready to fight, they developed tactics. Strategies and even came up with new magic to create creatures that were as ugly and as strong as those bound to the pits in order to fight Mr New evil. That night we all marched to the new land while Mr new evil rode his headless horse, damn what a journey it was I mean, what an army it was: it was an army of hell hounds (as a general I was allowed to keep mine), Centaurs, Cyclops, Cyclops Centaurs, Scorpion kings, Egyptian Mummy’s, Snake heads, Crock Bots, etc (just a bunch of cross bred human shaped looking animals and a bunch of made up shit).

We made our way into the land on my birthday and something weird happened to me I seemed to lose all my energy, it was like the earth itself had called me back that it needed my flesh as extra dust just in case the war got messy. I was abandoned and left for dead ( now you see the fucking problem with bad guys except for the monsters in the movie called the great wall is that they never care about their own) so let me explain what happened to me, I was born and grew outside the lands and I was not thought that at the age of 20 I was be able to use magic but because according to the law I was an abomination (warriors and kings are not meant to cross breed) I had this un explainable power that was greater than what anyone has ever seen and in the moment of my weakness ( due to the fact that my body was absorbing its magic from the lands) Eleri appeared to me.

“My child please forgive your father, forgive his ways, remember I brought you up to protect your people and not destroy them. You have found your way back to the lands and now you’re old enough to wield the type of magic that no one ever though existed in the land. Win this battle for them and reclaim your throne not as the King but as the Warrior God King”.

For the first time I saw the beauty my father saw in my mother and I was so amazed about how beautiful she was I hated my father over again and passed out due to the over bearing pain of my body getting accustomed to my newly developed powers.

The war began and the kings were putting up a good fight like the final flick of Lord of the rings, only problem was MR New Evil was not ready to fight instead he kept sending in minion after minion, I mean it was a good strategy because it was wearing the kingdoms out. The sky began to clear as a tornado began to form under my body and it grew so big striking thunder form the skies it was like Zeus himself was about to come down from Olympus and fight this war for the lands but no it was the lands pray to me to wake up, our saviour has come. The war paused as the sight for the tornado was so captivating that MR New Evil was scared and said “what type of Sorcery is this?”

Damn, my eyes became read as I was seen walking on air towards the war, my hell hound’s flame changed to blue as I now had the power to control every creature in the land not under MR Evils control. This was the battle of the century I mean as my hell hound raced to face the others it kept duplicating its numbers in order to face the army of hell hounds attacking the lands, the kingdoms grew in confidence as they charged to face the rest of the creatures and left MR New evil for me to face. “Bad General gone Good Aye” Mr New Evil said as he looked me in the eyes with disgust, “you listen to Rihanna too?” I asked being my normal stupid self. We began to fight and the battle paused everybody became spectators because if MR Evil won then the lands would be over run but if I won then the creatures would retreat to the pits. Swords kept clashing as it was like we were both trained by the same person, then we changed to dragon, giant eagle and other mysterious beasts but nobody was losing the fight. A voice in my head said “son I know you hate me but before I died I found out that in order to destroy this new evil you have to free your mind and unleash your full potential”.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!! MR Evil knocked me out cold, my mind became clear and the sword of the king was summoned from his grave as only the rightful heir could wield the sword. “The bastard son of the King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I won’t lie the sword made the fight easier for me but MR evil was more powerful than ever it took 57 combo moves and 27 triple combo moves to defeat him.

The magic in the land was restored with the death of New Evil ( Oh his dead so I don’t respect him no more, I mean I killed that guy). I was asked to take over the throne but I declined and put my immediate sister on the throne because she was educated and brought up to take over the throne not me, I prefer to be the General and head nigger in charge. To be honest I felt more of a warrior like Eleri than like a king as my father was.

Growing up in a village filled with men that think they are wise or men who tend to outsmart one another you tend to learn a thing or two. It all began when the king died; he had no heir as all his 9 wives gave birth to 3 daughters each, to make it worse even his concubines all had daughters and the customs of our land was that of a male child succeeding the throne. “How can a man so powerful and loved by his people be cursed?” I asked myself in disbelief, however the king got what he duly deserved as the law of karma was fucking him in the ass “pardon my vulgar tongue”

You see growing up, our king used to be one of the finest if not the most handsome man in our land, oh by the where our land never really had a name so you can chose a name for yourself you know be a part of this story with me let’s see if your imagination is as good as you think it is. The ladies all wanted to be his bride but he had his eyes on one lady, her name was Eleri (what a beautiful name). Eleri was a female warrior and also a witch, oh yes I forgot to mention, you see the warriors in my land practiced dark arts and merged them with military tactics to protect our king. Who is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen? Imagine what Eleri looked like, in the eyes of our king it was like looking at the only face in the world he would wake up to and know he had the fairest of them all, a lady so beautiful her sight alone makes empires fall.

Not every good story has a good ending as the laws of the lands dictate that royalty marry royalty and warriors marry warriors. Well, due to the childish mentality of rules are meant to be broken and I get what I want the king made Eleri fall in love with him and he got her pregnant. Every broken law has its consequences and every woman pregnant out of wedlock is either killed or excommunicated. Eleri broke the rules of the land due to genuine love but the price she had to pay was greater than just being excommunicated, she lost her beauty, her ability to wield magic and was cursed to never love another man again, while the king was consoled by he’s friends and royal council and he was told he would find many more beautiful a wife than a warrior who looked like Gollum in the Lord of the ring series.

7 months into her pregnancy she was banished from the land, the king had the power to save her and all he needed to do was use the fact that the child she was carrying was a citizen of their community and could grow up to be a valuable asset wither as a warrior or as a merchant, which would not only benefit the lands but also his royal treasury. “Grant me asylum” she screamed as she was dragged on her back and the people of the land watched in disgust and spat on her branding her a disgrace to the lands.

18 years, 2 months later.

The land had encountered so many mythical and mystical creatures and forces, that it was beginning to lose its joy which was the source of its magic. The king had found a way to erase the memories of Eleri from his mind but there was still emptiness in his heart. The energy and spark was no longer there in the land as the king felt that there was something missing but he never knew what it was. He won all his battles against all other mythical and mystical creatures married princesses from other magical lands but none was more beautiful and more.

My mother raised me in the place called the pits; you see when you get excommunicated from the lands you have nowhere else to go but the pits. The pits is a lawless and savage raved land filled with the worst creatures, the worst criminals and the worst motherfuckers in this motherfucker. Since birth my mother trained me to be a warrior like her so that one day id find my way back to the lands and protect my father, only problem! She died when I was 16. In order to survive in the pits you have to fight your way to survival or an early grave. Eleri was the undefeated champion of the pits (just because she lost her magic doesn’t mean she lost her training) but sadly she was killed by a Cyclops Centaur who makes he’s arrows with scorpion glass (scorpion poison forged with magic and glass, designed to spread the poison round your body faster than the speed of sound, I mean the glass shatters inside you to let the poison out, and only flesh can break the glass).

By the age of 17 I captured my first hell hound as I raised it up to be my best friend and pet (a very demonic one). Then I went back to get revenge for my mother and trust me it wasn’t easy, I mean I beat the shit out of the Centaur and used his scorpion glass to kill him but men I took a lot of ass whooping also.

The lands were in danger as a new kind of evil had reason, not the type you see in Game of Thrones, Castlevaina or the Magicians, this evil was the shits, I mean the king A.K.A my father had never lost a war in his life, he had the best army in all the land but no, this was some Dante’s inferno next level kind of evil and it threatened the lands. The king went with 300 thousand warriors to fight this demonic beast but the only person who survived was the coward who left the war because we was to scared to die for what he believed in. Although he lived to tell others what happed, warriors who run from battle die 12 hours after they flee the battlefield.

Now the King is dead, his rightful heir is the champion of the pits (the birthplace of the new evil) and the king is survived by 9 wives 27 daughters, 5 concubines and 3 daughters.

What happens to the lands next?

I used to think white people were Gods and we blacks were sent to earth to work for the white man until I experienced the first world war. From that day on Pan Africanism became my thing, so as a well educated old man I told my children to live with pride and be proud of where they come from. What do I know I lived my life to the fullest and shared my philosophy out side because my wife was problem at home until our first son had his child then the story changed.

My Name is Damilola but in the streets I'm known as D dot my grandfather started telling this story but how he's story relates to mine is really he's fault right now I'm also an old man telling you my story (complicated right ) but if you have an open mind you would realise he told his story before he died, so it's my turn to connect the dots and finish the story. Please be warned this frictional tale contains sex and violence.

I came from a broken home, so my grandfather raised me I mean this guy was a baller, he had sex at he's old age and did all sort of drugs more like ( frank Gallagher but my family has shame if you get what I mean. I was given a free hand by my grandfather and was allowed to do whatever. So I started growing weed at the age of 14 after I smoked it in the middle 80's, don't worry Buhari was no longer in power so it allowed me to be the biggest drug dealer Nigeria has ever seen. But not to rush, let's build up my story like a marvel movie and not rush to the end like movies made by DC .

I was a thug in school and rolled with the thugs in school, I mean it was me and my always drunk grand father living togther so I was pretty easy for me to do every necessary evil.

We were comfortable but when I read about Pablo Escubar in a news paper I wanted to be rich, I mean if this guy could be burrying money I wanted to build houses with money stuffed in the walls.

So a few friends and I began selling the weed I was planting in Ibadan.

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We treated it well packaged it well and the first to start selling it in medicinal bags ( the popular name was voodoo because after you smoked it everything becomes a fantasy and you feel your a magical creature in wonderland ). But other dealers were not happy we were stealing their market. I mean we took over schools, sold at stadiums during Saturday morning games, outside clubs cause we were too young to enter, bars, bus parks even Guru maraji smoked it once and thought he was a prophet.

I couldn't believe we dropped out of school everything happened fast, I mean we made so much money I became a farmer at the age of 16 ( I mean I owened a marijuana farm, hectares of land where I planted it).

The thing about Nigeria is if you want to make it big, move to Lagos and if you make it doing something everybody starts doing what you are doing. So I extended my business to Lagos and the guys I started my business with didn't like it because ( we all split up a year back, every one had their weed farm but I guess it was the soil cause I sold the best shit).

Anyways they all got to Lagos before me so when they heard I was coming to town, it started the maddest drug war in this city. I mean how much do u even make from.selling weed ? (But your fucking rich if you are the one distributing the weed to the dealer's that sell I mean you sell in bulk, make your massive profits and own your own outlet where by your a competition with your suppliers).

It was a warm day in my brand new Mercedes 190 driving on third mainland bridge when I was first attacked by one of my competitors. It was a danfo bus he had rented with his thugs at the back pretending like passengers when the pulled up to my side, I mean the tow buses pulled up by my sides as I drove and they pulled out pistols. ( the bus on the right : driver and 2 passengers with a gun out the window : the left bus three passengers). I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the car behind me was a few metres away ( now this is not like America that they knock on your window before they shoot you ) nooo! As they pulled out their gun they started shooting. I mean the bullet from the driver seat passenger in the left went through my right hand as it broke the glass. I bent down quickly stepping on the breaks . The remaining bullets went through the glasses of my car. HOW IT HAPPENED ; it was reflex I lost control as I was shot. I hit the breaks but the car was swerving cause my hands were not on the wheel so I hit the left bus from behind and it lost control taking out the other bus and my cars spun to the edge of the bridge : first thought I had " shit just got real. My grave, can you dig it " . I was able to drive myself to a hospital but the word was out in the open, I had taking out STRIKA's guys.

Blue flower

You don't blossom like before

Your not as pretty

As you once were any more

Blue flower

I remember when you were still pure

Now you lost your pride

When you opened closed doors

Tried to clear the weed out

But you always let them in

They corrupted your mind

And drained your energy

You used to make the garden

Beautiful to stay in

Now your nothing more

Than just a wet dream

Blue flower

Why did you turn sour

Hold my hand as I walk on this dark road

I yawn for power then burn and fold

I was tamed by love and her harmless beauty

The kind of beauty that I'm lost till she finds me

Her smile is like the wind it blows ur mind

Her voice is like music the heavenly kind

Her puppy eyes gaze upon me

I'm love struck but it's hard to see

A lost soul, i felt my heart was made of steel

I found my weakness and I hope it's real

Mind of a loner, lungs of a stoner I found my new magic and it's blue

I guess i switched my addiction to you

Hold my hand as I walk on this dark road

I yawn for power then burn and fold

I was tamed by love and her harmless beauty

The kind of beauty that I'm lost till she finds me

Her smile is like the wind it blows ur mind

Her voice is like music the heavenly kind

Her puppy eyes gaze upon me

I'm love struck but it's hard to see

A lost soul, i felt my heart was made of steel

I found my weakness and I hope it's real

Mind of a loner, lungs of a stoner I found my new magic and it's blue

I guess i switched my addiction to you

Last night I saw u smiling in my dreams 

Angela Bassett looking, girl you are a queen 

Breakfast in bed, 

To help you start you day 

Forehead kiss 

Just to help you on your way 

I felt like singing 

So I'm writing this for you 

To get your attention 

I guess I have to make the news

To listen to you voice 

Everyday I just listen to your tape 

Every track is a fav

Cause I feel some type of way 

I felt like singing 

So I'm writing this for you 

I hope your smiling 

As your reading this too 

I'm just a fool 

But I had to say hey 

Today is hectic 

But good morning to the bae.