Reader Of The Lost Archive

Before The Clouds Move Over Riding his purple Harley Davidson At a thoughtful controlled speed Along the dusty winding mountain top road Not long now, till he’s at his sanctuary. The power of music still revving In his inner voice, his heart and soul Unfinished choruses Half thought out melodies A musician that’s born, not made. All was quiet as the bike cooled down He sat in his favourite spot Looking down onto the lake No distractions here. A tune he knows by heart, now plays in his head His lips mime the words This tune he started working on a year or so ago But he keeps coming back to Because something is still missing He still can’t leave this alone. The sun’s rays interrupt his composing Shadow of the bike now in front of his feet Then the birds from nowhere swoop down low Heading for the lake-side trees They start a melody so beautiful, no musician has ever matched But then they argue And the tune is lost

Alligator I’ll outlive you all. I play the waiting game. I’m a leader of evolution.  V TOPP

The White Noise I have to leave this instant The vibes are forming a tsunami of evil My thoughts are cross circuiting my morality I've started a mental list of targets It's not good I need to leave now The past has to stay in the past Viruses are infiltrating my bloodstream The clock is striking thirteen I can feel the strength of an ending I can hear the noise, the white noise. V TOPP

Life Abacus I grip my intention and squeeze the meaning out Truth bleeds all over my tight bounded fists There isn’t a chance in hell letting my grip slack There's too much at stake, Too much that could be pissed away. Don't tell me what I already know Don't try and tell me what you think I need to know My mind is a canvas and I'm the fucking tortured artist, not you It's my blood that's spilled, my sweat that's worked, my tears that frustrate I see the squares in a grid formation In the air but not made of dust My life is compartmentalised and that's how I can function Going from block to block If I let you tell me a story Will I know the ending before your mouth has formed the words? Will I guess the punchline or the moral? Will I regret those past minutes in my life abacus? V TOPP

'You are watching Apocalypse TV, The latest headlines are...' Voices tell us the world is doomed It's tilting on its axis, it's imploding on itself Icebergs are melting, the seas are rising The White House declares Downing Street nods The Kremlin disagrees. Where are the experts? They are all in a room, contradicting themselves Know your enemies of the day Your Orwellian enemies to be tomorrow. Give us the earthquakes death toll Give us the murders and frauds Give us the dirty money trail and whose hands it has been passed through Give us the drug of celebrity to zone us out Give us the chains of fear to keeps us bound. 'A reminder you are watching Apocalypse TV. The headlines. A ship sank today in the sea of turbulence... V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid