Glass Floor
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
Tipy Toe past the stairs, never look left, trust me there, its just past the foyer and up the elevator to level 44. Through the endless corridor’s and and past the yellow door, now look out the window is it the same as before?
Stanza II
I think not my friends, its really quite a view, its only you who knows so shh don’t spoil it for the few. The Few who believe its all a mirage but those who stand here see it as quite bizzar, My first thoughts were that it was the window through the soul, that was far to enigmatic for what it really was.
Stanza III
It is actually something to step through not a window at all but a barrier through the sights of the blind and into the ways of the the tall, not in any height sense but those far above, to read the words that shimmer above it all.
Stanza IV
Few stand before it, Fewer pass through still, But this one day i headed the call and what i saw still amazes me still, All the flaws and all the Truths of what they do bellow is all here within the starry Sky’s at this level, Describing it is impossible.
Stanza V
Come to the level, Come to the Sky, pass through the window far before your time, tread lightly across the mirror that silhouette’s our lives.
Realise
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
The writings all around you,In the Sky’s of the far beyond, what would be your tales and would they serve the nightmares?
Stanza II
Oh i suppose you see it all now unlike that time of blinded truth, whats more i think you know , don’t them see you fade though my Friends its the silence that closes its arms around you in a ever so clever way.
Stanza III
There it stands under its own dawns destiny slightly slanted and worth more than all the timeless angels would hope to let you see, but you must! You must! see through your own riddle or to the lands it will fall, not just for you but for all.
Stanza IV
Don’t let this tyrant of the sallow be one to enforce its senseless games upon you, oh let it fly my friends for the face is here and now and never mattered when , but even so its still to come what lies before can not be undone.
Stanza V
Still i hope in your minds eye the faith here and there will rise to meet you and present itself, Ive watched you all, oh indeed, Ive watched you all, feel the heat, Ive seen it all, through the times, ill watch it fall, Now head my rhymes.
Stanza VI
Not close? look again, the angels are laughing.
Compass of a Madman
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
North to the south And east to the west i once knew a man who could teach me this best,interesting it go’s and hopefully he knows but i never did quite think he could ever come so close, not close enough to see on any given day, but close enough to taste it even if just to say.
Stanza II
Yours is a fight? I can give you that my friend but is it just a hope to see it? words are spiraling around mind hoping for you to find the one to press against your lips and solve your hearts desire. Great golden arches shimmer above your head and yet to the other side is a gate of red.
Stanza III
The nights are colder now, the ice and snow mean little to me but the chill of the bone is not from the air but his feeling of being there. I would hope he could see it and my oh so precious hopes come to fruition for now I’m just the hallow on his back ,the hallow deep inside, Hes heading North, ill go south in time.
Stanza IV
What of the east? well its forever a spiral of the sand for a long forgotten land, no ice there oh none to be had , and as for the west it will drive you mad, these parallels to the main sight are were they adore their gods in a sin-full fright, he wont go there never in a thousand years the only truth is north and that’s what i fear.
Stanza V
What if its wrong? what if its the gaze of the fallen? what if this whole manipulation is that of what i could not see… the east is north and the west comes to me? i cant tell any more, everything slipped a long time ago.
Stanza VI
The polarity’s flourish as we head our separate ways, ever closer but so much apart the ways of the road are the same but miles apart in opposite directions, All i see is what i know is gone, to his road much the same but that tears the bone.
Stanza VII
West… no not there, i will never go there,someone speaks a whisper and it shifts again, dam the bastards and their shifting sands, i sought him out long ago does it twist for him ? does it become undone? never! but i cant stop it , your the faithless fools that deny nothings left.
Stanza VIII
He heads ever north he fought his way through the lies and deception all in the name of truth, he arrived just on time, i feel so sorry for him, on the edge of the world now more alone than before, he arrived to the past , north had moved outward to the sounds of the horns.
Stanza IX
I’m trailing in this spiral , west then south then east but down, never to meet my companion at the Jewel of Norths crown. What is this place? why do i see everything that shouldn’t be? why do the faces forming in this place only want to laugh and say his name.
Stanza X
He is at this juncture, i saw it well , in a sleepless night just before he fell, A flick of the wrist is all it took, open the door and take a look, he did. I’m so sorry he did.All those hopes and dreams all those elder ways, destroyed in a glance from the mere mortals hands, My part was stable in it all despite the spiral.
Stanza XI
He came to see the spiral, The lands between held in a perpetual state of unknowing much like the land dry in the midst of a whirlpool. Everything held together by this unknown light… My friend.. i cry for my friend hes stared into the universe and all it held.
Stanza XII
We stayed station, The north and the South , forever watching these spirals slowly twisting around, encroaching inward and opening there mouths, bit by bit its taken away , the fight? not for us we die before that long off day.
Stanza XIII
Sitting here above it all all neither North , East , South or West at all, beyond the laws and into the unknown we sit here watching together for the cradle far below, ive never been more scared , Ive never fully known , the time is fast approaching for the final trumpet to blow.
Stanza XIV
To those whispers, those sallow whispers that never leave the mind, call to all within the spiral poisoning their mind, One is left, just the one , but he is still a child, the innocent will force destiny to be done.
Miss
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
Such a sweet angel although fearing shes not, But the wings come in many ways and Hers brim with vibrancy so tall.Cares for things far beyond her control but for one so pure and kind the hurt from the world burdens her mind.
Stanza II
Ive seen into those eyes if only in a dream but that’s close enough to feel the hurt inside and try to help it heal, Watching her fall down this mountain wall and into the valley is such a torture on my mind, Watching her slowly climb back up will be blissful in due time.
Stanza III
Of course along the way up there is certain to be some more slips, always is when climbing a mountain and few tumbles even still, But i will hope to catch her as shes tumbling down smile into those caring eyes and give my shy smile.
Stanza IV
Such a mind and yet i worry still, Far to much for one as her undeserving of it all, yet it has come and stronger she shall be , i hope she knows I’m here waiting just to the side, ready to help her and whatever else may come.
Stanza V
Words are hard for expressing ones feelings especially once they become forbidden,But its easier still to misinterpret and my curse alone has always been of this, i made my stand and was cut at the knees , but for something so true eagerness is unnecessary, but doubt is a hard case to shell.
Stanza VI
Smiling at her eyes, watching her wings, the pain she doesn’t deserve surrounds her still, that beaming essence she holds inside lights her presence but even sometimes that light dims as it does in all, and even the angels need to cry and be held.
Stanza VII
A Dream away but no closer still, if only to help such a sweet miss and heal her wounds, what am i to do? what am i to say? questions i ask myself every solitary day. Not what is important is the answer that glow needs to mend be true to you heart and help her then.
Stanza VIII
The sweetest miss that ever has been, at least in my eyes despite not being so keen, forever onward i roll and what will be is what will be done and i dare not guess again. My smile is widening every single day, from what i learn but more importantly to help the Angel of my heart so far away.
Inside the Princess Screams
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
Charming to be sure, what I’ve seen in this time is far more widening that what one would have come to expect,To see the shadows in their eyes , to see the depths of endless and yet perpetual madness that lurks just beneath, this is what was come to be known as the second coming, but i for one knew it would not be the last, never to rest that is their fate…
Stanza II
Spirals of the endless tunnel sway each and every way, the flames push forward and the singing siren is pushed away, Yet somewhere towards the end, perhaps a mile or so away, the tunnel nears its end at the ending of the day.
Stanza III
Onwards fast as hellfire , only minds to inspire the insight to what was going on is lost upon most that watched, only those that taught the faith, only those that sit and wait will see the outcome and this travelers benign fate.
Stanza IV
Through the other side, the miracles at work, the one slim chance to end it all sits before in that eternal dance, but the wheels are still in motion the path has not yet taken form, To wander still and endlessly in search of the juncture that has been calling out before this woman was even born.
Stanza V
A Dove flys across my path and still im yet to know if anything if nothing i will ever dare to say call home, my only slim ambition is to move forward but the times are ever changing, even if i do say i find it quite amazing, the essence of this place is something i have sensed before, never understood, never questioned but know it all along.
Stanza VI
Try to step forward i guarantee you cant this place exists neither here nor there in a perpetual state of “cant”, not known to the naked eye but like a spiders web so silky white impossible to see, only my eyes are to see , only i am to know or so at least it seems, so at least it seemed in this eternal idealism that exists only in the mind.
Stanza VII
To look is what they seek, to look upon it all, watch the buildings crumble and fight against it all, no dignified reason only the perpetual fuel of hate, the fuel without cause for a madman sitting in wait so far away from the chains that bind him here, what a perfect trap what a perfect fate, now sit you lowly bastard never will i let you free from your own insipid fate.
Stanza VIII
Suddenly they take notice these would be spiders that weave there web all at once do turn their heads, a bright red beacon in the middle of there eyes suggest no more than the end of life but i must let them come , let the come to me and be undone for I’ve seen you fools before, not now but in the lands of the crown and ill be damned if i let you bring it down.
Stanza IX
Hail to the land of my fathers and they will be here again, only if these mad prophetic beasts are slew and stop the spiders silk that remains, I’ve only but a hope I’ve only but a cause to look into those demon eyes and remove the tigers thorn, that painful infected paw will never be so anymore if to reach reason with the forgotten and gone is insanity then I’m the Queen of Lunatics.
Stanza XI
It could have been simple as i once though but for my best efforts it still was turned to naught. A key has many parts , the different notches that turn the lock , all as important as the other working as one, I’m lost here, god help me anyone help me.
Stanza XII
Caught inside the darkness waiting for the next notch my fears all around me i try hard not to watch, the time will come for repentance and the sweet taste of victory will once again reach my mind wait for other 7 and be meek about the time, its just a grain of sand in this eternal waiting game for cause and the price ill gladly play the game.
Stanza XIII
That silk of destiny still manages to spread and dreams of darkness come to all at times and slowly fill ones head, the humble to acknowledge the fools they do ignore living life day to day in a repetitive prison of bore.
Stanza XIV
Consequently its going to pass, right above theirs head none will take head to the warnings until thousands of their own kin are dead, wake up to smell the roses they died so long ago made rotten by that spiders silk that infected the beauty of the realm.
Stanza XV
Sitting at the doorway she died, never to move never to speak but without the minds eye , more will come to the same fate but in the end all will be done and all will be one to cease the turmoil of shadows that has befallen us all, that is the riddle of the Shan that is the riddle of the Shet to speak to the open door and slowly through it step.
Stanza XVI
Ride a train and die in pain that way it goes, all that would be sympathetic are foolish though they don’t know, the way its going is so slanted only those in fortunate position of the light dare step into this catacomb of night.
Stanza XVII
Screams of a thousand years seem like a milenia of lifetimes to me, that bastard i see him so close, i want to scream, help me? why don’t you help me? I’m telling what to do yet nothing is done! is it that far gone? is it all to late, whats the destiny of my fate, my tears are falling and no ones seems come to save and unite me.
Stanza XVIII
Watch as it all falls down the sounds the beauty the smells and sound I’m going to show you things as they come to pass, time is a illusion and a bad one at that.
Stanza XIX
To look into those eyes, the time has not yet come, all to soon my bastard friend, and your silk will come undone.
Sleepless Radiance
By ~VKA~
Stanza I
Reality and Unreality are very much the same, so often seen by the sleep deprived man as he rambles through his brain.To a insomniac perhaps the veil is lifted, living tow mindsets in a world that’s one, how can one sleep when theirs so much to be done?
Stanza II
The shapes that form are far from the norm,those shadows over your shoulder not so far away, what if they were to disappear? would that not scatter furthermore ones brain?
Stanza III
When a day runs long the slipping is prolonged and furthermore the mind is pushed but in a weakened state would it lift the rouse? to many times is brilliance passed off as insanity, to many times the veil is broken, but perhaps to much for the mind to verbalise hence forth its never spoken.
Stanza IV
Like a well so deep one can only dream of the silent things which reside at its lower bottom many a man has seen the brilliance and for lack of interpretation forgotten.
Stanza V
Can you comprehend the brilliance of what does not exists, if only to a incomprehensible mind in a state of ignorance and bliss.Finding truth to what does not exist to a world that doesn’t care is far beyond the needle in a haystack but rather a grain of sand in the air.
Stanza VI
Brilliance in a Paradox only to those who look.
