Through the looking glass

Through the looking glass by Nakoia (Nyx)

He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Silently peering…studying for what made him, him.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Voices passed into echoes as he searched his reflection looking for who he was.
Who he was, is and will be remains but a mystery shrouded in endless possibilities and the hope of something…more.
How are you everything to everyone and yet no one at the same time.
Faceless and nameless, radiant yet opaque.
The image is fading but the words…come closer…come find me is clear as day.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Slowly we walked, heart beating hard, breath heavy, those eyes so intensely brown…they are staring back.
Arm reaching …fingers out…palm to Palm the cold glass warmed under his touch.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
I’m the mirror there was shifting faces, different eras, time is shifting paces.
His eyes widen his chest tightened from what his eyes began to see.
From starlight to stardust he watched dirt become crowned.
Cities and empires began to rise and
Fall…he watched in shock and awe…amazement and horror flowed through him.
Through his eyes he watched day become night…he saw wrong become right and with all of this evident darkness he saw is the distance shimmers of light.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
He saw the strong become weak.
He saw the meek become men.
He saw women’s tears become oceans and the moon pull from their strength causing tides to over flow and canyons to take shape.
He steps closer wide eyed and pupils dilated he had the strength to push. Palms pushed steady with pressure…stress fractures began to sever…these cracks are breaking down the barriers this time it is time to stand tall.
You see, once upon a time he was in the looking glass, staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
#kissthenyx

Make me beautiful… (free script unedited)

Make me beautiful… (free script unedited)

Mama…i want to be beautiful.
Mama teaches her to love, she taught her survival, she to dance with passion, to cook as though she was given the duty of preparing someones last meal, to mediate, to help those that are helpless, to not blame the blamesless, to stand strong even though she is 1, teach those by action and not by words,  life is a gift that we must cherish and YOU matter. Papa…I want to be beautiful.
Papa taught her to love, believe in others, have faith, and to stand tall because she is 1, taught her that all strength is not shown through force, he taught her survival, he taught her that when you love, love like you are the last one on earth with it and you need to replenish the word.

I want to be made beautiful…

They explained the world, gave her books, painting, dancing, showed her how to love God, feel energy, feed off energy…how to amplify and diffuse it. They taught to love herself, respect herself. They made her perform acts of random kindness until they no longer needed to say it…she had evolved. They prepped her because they knew with all they had given her that her heart would bleed the most, injustices would put knots in her stomach, cries of other would fill her with tears, that every heartbreak would be that of 1000.

I want to be beautiful.

They prepped her because they knew bursts of laughter would make her joy overflow. They taught her that many will come, few will stay but there is 1 will will never leave. She learned that not all people were loved like her and that some people simply never learned how. they told her that people will try to take advantage of her and some will. They showed her how some will add to her light to her while others want nothing more to snuff it out. They showed her how so many “1s” have been able to affect and effect many. To be 1 is nothing to fear…everyone starts at 1. They taught her to guard her light of truth with her life and share her secondary flames where ever possible. They taught her that life is a gift…do not take it for granted.
They gave her what she wanted and she infected the world.
-Nakoia (https://kissthenyx.wordpress.com)

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Dear chile’

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dear child…
i watched you grow in stages, like pages of a book…you cant see it but there are volumes within you.
Beautiful and pure…untainted.
A blank slate was left here for you, the mold is no clone.
so innocent you were.
Our words and actions dye your skin in shades of grace.
Stripes and strikes placed on you by unknown faces.
…while allowing you to tread in unsafe places.
how can they say we love you.
Recreation centers replaced with abandoned buildings.
Museums looking like catacombs and mausoleums.
parks covered in glass and needles.
But we love you.
sandbox sand infiltrated with trap hose toys and no shovels… remnants of long nights and wild parties but mama doesnt know.
she never bothered to check and your father was faceless and left blameless…or so he thought.
She lives in a distracted light as the guys from across the hall check up on her.
Eyes rolled back she says…”its okay baby go play”… words traveling through darkess trickled sweetly from her lips as her hips swayed closing the door behind you.
But they love you.
No swings just pilars and a broken down slide…strangers in the disance asking if he wants a ride.
But no one hears the screams inside.
Broken down and bruised…reaching for hugs from the heartless…my heart is breaking.
i think they lead us into the dark to see what we are made of.
you are the future they cry out from the roof tops into empty stadiums, filled with out dated textbook with pages that might as well be empty.
chalkboards cracked.
recycled news papers and inkless pens.
learn from our mistakes they said.
We love you.
Left us jobless…outsourcing is a thing of the future.
Echoed words of “they only take the jobs you wouldnt want anyway” cascade reality.
How can you learn with no teacher?
Love is a four letter word…..you taught us plenty.
Caste system set up.
Children casted upon your feet like a beggars pleading for change.
They are hoping and praying for a little help.
Other countries have free higher education, health care higher standards life.
They have money to give the rich but no money to feed to poor, they look at us while we lay bleeding on semi prestine floors.
Scared to let go…my child i dont think love lives here.
But they love you.
i am so sorry that i can not protect and shield you they say.
nurse and feed you from this book of knowledge, let me help heal you.
I may be walking on weak legs, but i have been collecting light on my way.
i too am incomplete.
But they love us.
Broken pieces of self…we were left that way by the generation before us.
But that’s no excuse.
Everyone is someones child and pieces of me lay undiscovered and like you there is more yet to learn.
Voices pray to Jah but their actions are idle.
How can you see a sign to turn right if your eyes are closed?
How can you hear the calvary with the medias headphones on.
Love letters written in braile passed to people without fingers expecting them to learn a language they have never felt.
Brother I tried to reach out for others but i fear we’re alone.
Bright lights and sirens
blue and red blurs
visions of hope untouched by the hands of man.
But i love you…listen to my words no lt muly actions.
Youre waiting for the chains reaction…like the rest of us.
can you expect a phantom to lead you in to truth…what makes it better than you?
darling shut your eyes and stay close grab my hand they say…after all even the blind leading the blind is bound to wind up somewhere.
But what good is it all if no one makes it back to tell the story.
But…they loved you.
i watched you grow in stages, like pages of a book…you cant see it but there are volumes within you.
Beautiful and pure…untainted.
A blank slate was left here for you, the mold is no clone.
so innocent you were.
Our words and actions dye your skin in shades of grace.
Stripes and strikes placed on you by unknown faces.
…while allowing you to tread in unsafe places black and blue…we still broke through despite broken actions colored in we love you.

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Dollface

Glass child…glass child where have you been, your dress is full of cob webs and dust covers your skin.

I did not know the time nor place for time had no breath there. Thoughts float lowly in the darkness like feathers in the breeze.

Glass child …lovely glass child your clothes though worn are not tattered…where is it you have been?

High from the ground, I waited for the door to open…for the light to creep in.
Down the rabbit hole…slowly wading in the darkeness I was content.
Posed and Poised…each layer heavier than the first.

Glass child…dear glass child but where have you been…

I heard voices at times…the silence was laced with laughter… muffled sounds in the night. I tried to remember what their faces looked like. Imaginary memories and mere manifestations of the heart, for we all love to be included in the secluded thoughts of others.

Glass child …my glass child where have you been your dress is full of cob webs…

Silence was 24 karats, and what a sight to behold! …now if only someone was looking… like the stories had for told. Cleverly placed just out of reach…no one thought look there.

What was to become of you?

Star light and rain would dance against the pane, I would dream so many thoughts to lay before a King.

Glass child… glass child where have you been, your dress is full of cob webs and dust covers your skin.

Casted upon the shelf is where I was left to dwell. Star light and seasons both I knew well.

Glass child…sweet glass child… what did you make of it all.

… to break free is to awaken thee. Trust that the light will guide you and the darkness will break your fall.

-Nyx

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Chandelier (tbc)

Make me the high light and you’ll never know 
the cloak of darkness for love casts flames to 
lifeless flickers bringing warmth to the dormant cold
It’s a sight to behold 
the melting of ice that is slowly
seduced by gravity as it pools at the base of the root
cavities in the grooves of the soil exhale softly as the drips
moisten the very basis of its cavern 
Fortifying and strengthening that which they can not see
But it’s still there
Interlocking ever-changing with each pulse
…growing breathing living
Succulent fruitage it will produce because dormant it is no more
Entangling enchantedly rich, vibrant and secure.
It is the only cure…
Make me the high light and you’ll never know what the
Darkness brings.

-Koia
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I Was There©

March 11, 2005

I don’t want your hand this time I’ll save
myself I stepped it to the abyss for you for you to let me fall I
walked into waters of deep for you for you to let me drown How can
one person be so cruel? I would have walked through brimstone to
come and get you I was with you when nothing was your name I heard
your voice when all else were deaf I saw you for you when all
others were blind How can you say love me? I kept you cool when
anger consumed you I had faith in you when your own faith lacked. I
believed in you I would have never hurt you I loved you I always
had your back, yet you like so many needed more. There is just so
much that time could not erase And because of you I now must wear
the shades Shades that protect me from others like you Shades that
set me apart, and make me watchful Shades that block the fear Fear
that you’ve given me A bequest from you to me that makes me look,
at all of your kind sideways, Since trust is hard to find, not
easily given, and not easily shared How can I survive when all I
see is the darkness because the luminous light that once glowed.
within is now gone. How can I now trust, now that I know that there
are ones out there like you? How can love be so blind that I
couldn’t see your truth?

Old one but a good one. Koia Nyx

Poetry

🔥Phoenix 🔥

Let the night be my salvation it cloaks me, concealing, and protecting as I lay here.
Dormant
Waiting for the chance to rise like the phoenix from the sand from which we came.
How eager am I to show you what I’ve learned.
You said that my wings were not strong enough. You said that my wing would never lift me off the ground.
And I believed you.
You said that this world has no place for a person such as me. You called me meek and fragile.
And I believed you.
You mocked me as I told you that one day, I would fly to the heavens showing all my beauty.
You told me this world has no place for someone of your beauty…Look at you your feathers they are the color of mud, look your hair so thick and wavy the color of tar…look at you eyes, they look like coals in the snow. Your eyes, and beak are amplified so different so distinct…who shall believe you to be beautiful? No one
And I believed you.
You told me that I wasn’t smart enough; you said it was a waste time to teach me to fly. You told me that my kind was ignorant that we shouldn’t even attempt to try.
And we believed.
I spoke my mind and challenged you and you caged me, telling me that society is safer with me locked away.
And they believed you.
You conditioned me to think that ugliness and idiocy were my only birthrights. That walking in your footsteps was the only way to trot, never along your side and never in front. You said that it was no place for people like me. No one will follow you.
And I believed you.
It was here that I was reborn; it was here I had a revelation.
How dare you confine me to these walls?
Enraged I felt my fist grow tight, as I broke the shackles and chains. That you once told me was my only protection.
Let the night be my salvation. The night cloaks me, concealing, and protecting as I lay here.
Dormant
Waiting for the chance to rise like the phoenix from the sand from which we came.
How eager am I to show you what I’ve learned.
You said that my wings were not strong enough. You said that my wing would never lift me off the ground.
As my wingspan pressed against my cell, I felt the blood and sweat drip.
Like white ink you tainted my thoughts, watering me down straying me from my objective.
As I leave my cell, I go to those in the dark giving confidence to those you have made weak with words. I shall be a savior tonight, and every night, until my armies wings grow strong, all of us eager to pass the word along. The only ignorance is believing, a obvious lie.
Like the Phoenix I shall blaze all those in my path, who dares to stop me as I teach others how to fly.
You said that my wings were not strong enough. You said that my wings would never lift me off the ground and yet here I take to the air.

Stripped the good (vault digging)

I’m placing myself here naked unclothed and unprotected from you and your elements, Laying here, upon this alter giving you the rope and the knives, and the flames to consume me as you desire. I bear the lesions place down on to me by the hands of those who conspired undesirable pain. Murdering my thoughts of serenity, replacing them with what ifs, how coulds, and whys. Killing me softly as I sink, submerging into an awakened catatonic blackout state. As my eyes are watching, my heart has grown stronger, building valleys and roads in between him wanting to get a closer look into myself. For him I’m willing to be stripped, groped and confined into his world releasing my emotions and physically giving on my impulse to be his girl. To others It may seem stupid but stripped of my ability to leave and dodge the aim of the arrow shot by cupid. I’m here laying bare so enveloped in him my surroundings I am unaware and for that reason I could not care whether or not I’m his or if I’ve earned the right, because stripped of reality in a non fiction world he is mine for just one night.

Nakoia
2004

Thick skin (2010 vault digging)

No one is as strong as they say they are.
We all have crumbled.
At some point we all have been weak.
Sometimes the blind see more than those who can see.
Yet this tone of mines seems to fall to deaf ears.
It is as if I’m on the outside looking in through a stain glass door.
Thick, mahogany, and heavy it is.
The color is all watery and the sounds are almost mutters.
The only voice I can make out is my own.
The only crying I hear is my own.
The only frustration I see from the pacing shadowy figure is my own.
How can this be when I know that there are two of us there?
Sometimes I can sense a third, but I can never really tell.
The door is locked from the inside and though I can’t get into comfort me, I can’t let the voice out either since I hear it all too much.
Banging on the door hasn’t helped.
Yelling say something to me, I am right here hasn’t helped.
The sincerity of words these days seem some what bleak, the weight of them has changed and at times of intoxication callus seems to be a virtue.
The deaf one can see, but the blind one can hear.
The sober one never forgets, while the drunken one rarely remembers.
People are only as good as they want to be, while others just don’t care.

Home Grown

Twister of truth
war torn eyes
What lyrical truth does your word hang high?
The breeze bellows and legs sway
Air gasps are all the remain
Short bursts of adrenaline begins to kick in while you swing
The last moments you tried to savor slowly seep in
Things you wish you had done differently
Things you never said
Your visions getting blurry…your eyes are turning red.
This rope made of words sting the creases of you neck
caused by sweat mixed with scrapped skin one would soon bet
Words choke you slowly tightening
Pores releasing stress
Your day is darker now your body is being put to the test.
Heart is pumping slowly fading…sleep is drawing near.
If your words were backed by actions you’d had nothing to fear.

-Nyx
4-10-13

Ballet

Shape shifter go get-hers watch her dance on a string.
The weight gets heavier with each spin you can’t let her win.
Days after day with a puppeteers smile…slowly you spin her as you try to break her down.
Each spin builds muscle and each twirl breeds strength. Tbc

The flame dance

You cant help but watch it as it moves.
Vivid lights of orange and red hues.
Deceptive…
Tempting yet dangerous.
Fused energy has never been so seductive.
Its allure is deadly.
Slowly it pulls you
Slowly it schools you teaching you right from wrong.
Is it wrong to touch something so beautiful.
The heat is like a cure.
Enticingly ingenious in its design.
As the wick kisses the cotton the flames
tango in the darkness of this darkened space.
Even a flicker shines bright when amongst total darkness.

Faraway

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Watched from afar.
Nameless.
speechless.
sightless.
A ghost of yesterday.
Voicelessness begets silence & your words would you weigh them against gold?
Nights are forever cold.
You wanted to save her from the world, but who will save her from you.
Often there in the background.
Often a phone call away.
Actions empty yet you are full of words.
So many dance on your syllables…they jump and they sway and they lay.
what makes her steps any different?
Studying you has often given her the answers before any word flow through parted lips.
You underestimate her ability to read you.
You so wise in your ways, showing her only enough to tip the scale.
You so wise in your ways, thinking this should have passed.
You so wise in your ways, needing no pathway and no beacon.
You so wise in your ways, wishing she could erase ink stains and start anew.
But without any light how can you trust your own path…you who do not direct your own steps.
You know her, but not what she needs.
She who freely bleeds.
She who is pulling thorns from her heart and fingers so that the scars fade.
You who willing hand her roses night after night.
She dials reaching for you…silence.
But you don’t see what we see in the shadows.
You don’t hear the footstep against the leaves.
The moonlight glistens as dark hair bellows in the wind.
Love seems to be our greatest sin.
You don’t see the frost on her lips.
You are not the one who chips sweat and tears from the faces of those unsheltered by the cold.
The wolves have come out to play and in the Forrest of her mind they sulk.
These thoughts she can not shake.
Pacing increases as pressure release and you cannot understand why she still sees red.
Your presence is food placed in front of her, but she is still underfed.
She waiting for you to stop running.
Place light in your heart and the food on her tongue.
We all need or strength.
The wolves are lurking in the shadows.
But you do not see what we see in the shadows.
You cannot hear the quickening steps with leaves underneath.
Majestic and beautiful they are.
They circle and wait…watching from afar.

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