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

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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

Dark paradise.

Walking through the forest just before dusk, a woman slowly
stumbles through lost and doe eyed. The air is thick with lavender
and honeysuckle staining her skin with the imprint of the forest.
The fire flies over head crescent the road, as the voice of an
angelic girl whispers below. Through the trees over streams, past
the rocks on the ground, around trees through the bushes she is
drawn to the sound. Silence creeped in, panic set in as she twists
all around. Eyes scanning the picturesque setting, from mountain
tops to the ground. Through the trees, she think she sees a little
girl billowing the sound. Shadows danced on and she crept on her as
dress flapped in the breeze. Hello? Who’s out here …silence swept
with the breeze. In the pasture near the Jupiter bush a little
figure stands out. Feet muddy, hands bloody, the woman reach her
hand out. Silence begets silence a sigh of release is exhaled.
The girl turns with a freckled nose and is greeted by the wind.
Little one all alone why did you not again cry out? To which the
girl replied: The sun kisses my skin so in the day I felt its
warmth and I’m not alone. The woman said to the child: Young girl
all alone, why do you sit out here? To which she replied: The
voices are so loud I can’t hear my own fears. She moves closer, fears?
Away from the noises I can dry my own tears. Why are
there tears? Did you know no one hears the screams, when the cries
are muffled by hello and a smile. Cloaked expressions behind a
paper mâché mask of superficial feelings dance to melodies of
silence. With the fire flies over head christening the road, as the
voice of an angelic girl whispers above. Through the trees over
streams, past the rocks on the ground, around trees through the
bushes she was drawn to the sound.
-Koia Now playing: dark paradise
Artist: Lana del Rey

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High treason (raw edit)

Sometimes I sit and watch my words take flight.
I write with no aim, directions nor vision in sight.
That feeling that you get when you have a blank canvas at your finger tips.
Vulnerable to the colors.
A slave to the stroke.
Nothing but you and the thoughts that you keep quiet throughout the day.
The thoughts that you lock down at night because they will get in the way.
The way you have the ability to layer them on and chip away at feelings.
No one to question no need to reason.
…these thoughts run one wild with the abyss.
Some statements are a near miss.
Untamed and unafraid, they seemly bare no shame.
Ink stained fingerprints.
This is my embodiment.
Willingly I dance to it…can’t seem to break free.
Each poem unique as the date and time it was written.
Many of my thoughts are forbidden.
To give in is an act of emotional treason so I shut down and live through this pen.
Unfortunately there’s a certain peace in sin.
Like a cool breeze on a hot day, you get a warning chill but you don’t want it to stop.
As you follow into a trance until the last ink in the pen stops.
Words dance.
Thoughts pass.
Today’s a new day.
Yet so many words linger from yesterday.
It’s kind of beautiful the way that the consonants and vowels dance and make love against the page.
Waves of emotions crash against the barriers of conscience and the bubbles of reality linger as remnants rape the shore painting images with words.

Ducks mallards in the hood…I love surprises

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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

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.

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