Reader Of The Lost Archive

Nearly 100 Years Old   Nearly one hundred years old One hundred years of a life spent well The days stretch further now The diamonds of life's DNA still dazzle Friends are still here with him, just not in flesh and blood Their words still echo, their faces like the moon or the sun In a world still where dreams are not grown, they're sold now But still he lives, with both feet touching the ground A real vision he possess Aged eyes, yet still with the curiosity of a child Wearing a smile like a comfy robe With the knowledge that when you are in doubt You are the most alone, alone he is not An audience of curiosity watch the old man As he stretches out his body and balances his mind Life expectancy is to be cherished not expected. V Topp

No Just Counting Sheep For Him He made a pact with Satan He kept quiet about talking to God too He wanted his time on earth to be productive Even if the price to pay is a shorter time than most have He didn't want to become a name that fades. He beats friends black and blue Loyalty is harsh, when here comes the black moods He embraces his enemies close to his chest To know who they are lets him live a life without fear. Gold records in the safe Guarded by the portrait of his mother Not a day goes by when he doesn't hear her criticise Sleep is sleep when a friend closes his eyelids for him. Harmony and peace cling to the top of the ladder That he is trying to climb up No just counting sheep for him. V Topp

Pack Better Dreams You enter the gates Push the rusty hinges with their old groans And walk into my world Your choice to enter was free will But it was a manifestation of my gift to you. The silence is turned up, the thoughts are stacked up Waiting for the first push, the motion of momentum You were not the first of the flock to return home Following in the light of forgiveness And you won't be the last But for you there is still sand in the timer The candle has not burnt down What did you want to be as a child? Has it come true for you? The bully that is life Has claimed another victim So i will give you a reprieve I want you to meet your destiny So take what you need and pack better dreams V Topp  

Mental Wealth This is my place, This is yours You can come back to who you really are here The dreamer stays To taste the rain The nature's rust Tans the skin As the birds make music again With the only conductor being the new day Home is here. Here is always home Do you know where you belong? I do, I do Watching a grey squirrel pat down his buried treasure I saw him pretend five time before On his dummy runs, to confuse the competition This is where the real x marks the spot It's what i can see It's what i can hear It's what i can feel Flickering white glimpses of light The cracks of surprise Like timid ghosts Rain broke the silence of thinking The vibration is ringing like a bell Give me this beautiful vaccine For the sake of my mental wealth The only wealth I want V Topp

Making The Next Life Easier Is this our one and only life, right now The only life, The only life we’ll live? Have I been here before? Have we been here before? Do you keep coming back until you remember? Born with a purpose not with sin to work off If we fail the judgment in this lifetime for this lifespan Are we sent back down? What I said, What I didn’t, What I did, What I should have done What I thought, What I tried to forget Could I do it all over all again Should I do it all over again, Do I have to do it all again? Is déjà-vu the sleepy acknowledgment Of a past existence God’s finger is on the reboot button As I near to remember my failures If you blink as fast as a thought is born Could you see the truth’s parallel spiral Could you remember a little bit more than you’ve forgotten To make the next life a little easier for you V Topp

Long Time Awake The mountains scratch the sky Birds of prey shield the sun from unprotected eyes Nature is secure, Nature is the ruler. Clouds sprinkle rain with magical restorative powers There's fortune in this land, above and below the ground Everyday is a gift, Natural fulfilment the reality. The seas are high but the waves are mellow Everything's in order, everyone has their own space Eternal unity, Sensible philosophy 'One day at a time, One day at a time'. The hours go slowly by, Long time awake V Topp

Human Kind Reluctant boys and girls, this is your call from the discreet universe, do you want to accept this call, human kind? everyday till now has been your training your education, your real education, pulling up weeds from sanity's concrete face Toeing the line, waiting your turn For this moment, which is now Time to stop the roleplay, this is real, no console required Time starts now, belief can have a home You will get the right guidance from the universe If only you ask the right questions V Topp

Drinking From The Sane Water Where has all my time gone? It's like I blinked and lost ten years I yawned and another five disappeared I lie awake at night Trying to reach the arms of sleep But I can't I'm thinking of time that's gone Time I want back Time I will never get back again Does it exist at all? Do we live in a time bubble that traps us inside? I shouldn't have counted the time Hoarded the time like it was loose change for a rainy day I shouldn't have clock watched so much Time is what owns us Time isn't real Time is control Is it a fiction we make believe true? Whose timeline is this we're on? They say There's no time like the present I think they mean There's no time in the present I'm haunted by the clock on my wall By the watch I wear on my wrist Why do we need time to be our babysitter, our boss? Why do we need time at all? Time is what owns us Time is our repression

The Loneliest Man In Hell The rain that falls here is biblical Hosing down upon us sinners by an angry God It is as much a part of this city's character as the people are This city seems like it's cursed, cursed to constantly live under doom and gloom. In my neon signed home I am free to be myself With my adopted family of fallen angels To live up to my fate, to be the loser that I am. I sink into drink and watch as sweetness is asphyxiated by bitterness Not blinking an eyelid because here I belong Between these damp walls it is our den of forgiveness. Earthquakes could take down the rest of the city But this place would still be standing And I know I wouldn't be the loneliest man in hell. V Topp

The hero's eyes sparkle and glitter The words they say resonate and flutter Many a heartbeat Off their pedestal Fall all the way down All that glitters aint gold Can I have your autograph Can I, Can I i look up to you I want to be you Go away with the eyes No words are wasted What do I want anymore I will always remember I will never regret The lights come alive Flickering colours, spectrum illumination Life is real isn't it? Life is real? Is the money worth it To live like a hamster in a cage Is your housedust made of gold Did you get where you are by selling your soul As the snow falls And the boy takes the slow walk home V Topp

My Castle My Castle Has; The room where I can sit in my cynics’ chair, And moan the world to rights. The room where I can turn up the decibels of silence, Babysitting my imagination. The room where I can store positive energy, For when my life force is running down. The room where I can sit at my desk and open my rejection letters, And laugh at them till my laughter gets tired. My castle is, The place where teenage dreams grow up into adult nostalgia. V Topp

I, The Shadow I am the shadow. I am the solar hermit. But I want my day in the sun, I deserve it. Overstayed, with this derelict shell of a supposed human being, Loyally I followed, mimicked his slow reactions, But no more. No more will I be the understudy of a nobody. I will not stay as the dark side of a fool. I have a dance in these heels that needs fulfilling. V Topp

Maybe From my own mouth The words fall out But no clank clunk sigh this time In order, magnetised to sense and reason This is unusual for me But an imposter I will welcome to stay indefinitely. There is no overlapping dialogue No 'how are you doing, what are you up to?' It's a natural spontaneous Q and A One that takes me beyond previously explored territories. Normally my journey involves catching my train... Then realising I should be still waiting at the platform Waiting for my train of thought, my ghost train of thought. Through all the sciences and realities This is not 'Did you watch the match last night? 'Isn't it cold for this time of the year?' The lights are on and there is somebody home. Have I swallowed a fly with thesaurus DNA? Have I joined the dots for my drawing of clarity? The past, the present and the future Discussed in all of twenty minutes Maybe it's the yoga that has tur

Director Of My Own Life Story I'm the writer of my own life story But making up the plot as I go along I'm the only actor in my own life story No feeding of lines, I'll improvise Obsessions Reflections Questions, but not all the answers A beginning, but no ending Someone else gets to finish my masterpiece I can say what I want to say There'll be no censor's scissors snip My use of silence When words just aren't enough Like a quiet riot I'll be contradictory But that's me, that's me I won't put a palm tree in the background When a hedge is my backdrop, honesty, honestly. I'm the director of my own life story I will cut out all the false takes not the mistakes. I'm not in it for an Oscar, my moment in the spotlight Just a cinema, with an audience of one. Arctic blast of reality if my feet try to leave the floor Sins thought of and sins done I don't want to save the world

Architects Of The Future The crime is in your own personal betrayal It will never come gift wrapped by loving precise fingers Exhale your fear, inhale some courage It's in the unseen, as well as the obvious. Never require an audience as your god Be a knight of the lie slayers, protectors of truth Don't become a punchline to a joke Show that eternal optimists have a right to a place at the table. Years will disappear off the end of the horizon, The sheer drop to the history pile Find the future you deserve It's in the risk, It's in the chance Kiss the gorgeous, Beautify the ugly. Hope is always the last to leave the room Find a muse, Find the performance of a lifetime All the luck in the world, is floating as clouds above your head You just need to stretch Top of the mountain where you plant your flag of achievement. Find the frequency to your own personal heartbeat That makes it all come a stirring to life.

Scattering The Past   On his birthday he rose an hour earlier than normal He wanted to beat the early morning rush hour traffic To a place where he spent a lot of his childhood Good thoughts, pure fun, good feelings To a place where he could feel those feelings again. When he got there he sat in his car for ten minutes or so Collecting his thoughts hoping for deja-vu It was there he could feel it, thank god. It wasn't a suicide trip, A last look at his favourite places But he was down as low as you can go He needed a spark, a sign, a lust to carry on. This was a service This was a mass This was D-day for him An invisible urn holding all his bad thoughts and memories Were to be scattered into the air Scattering the past and starting all over again. V Topp

Mirror I watch my own face dissolve into others Past generations, the DNA string is unravelled Previous lives I have lived, it's there staring back in their eyes I implore the memories and feelings to come through me The successes, The failures, The praises, The curses Let the story go from tales to truths Do you really judge me yet? Or is my time to be judged when I'm the second face to appear in the mirror. V Topp

Can't Face The Silence   Silence is deafening, When it's all that's left to take in; I know this to be true. Insanity and paranoia breed, As the walls move closer and closer in; I can't look at the face of silence again. I can understand why TV and Radio, Become surrogate family to some people, I've been there too. Time to kill, but you can never murder it, Like a cartoon character that no matter what the odds or peril, Stands up straight, dusts itself off and comes right back at you. Constructing a skyscraper with building blocks of fear, The tide always comes in for me every day, just deep enough to drown me. My head is an aerial only picking up the screams of silence, Someone else is living life to the full; But that's not what I want to know. V Topp

Smile The Smile The great refusal, is us using our stand up to be counted card No is a swipe clear of inevitability No breaks us out from our invisible prison No has more value than yes Freezing question marks above our heads One person's opinion is another person's knowledge It's empowering You can swing newton's cradle as you decide your truth Kiss the unknown Smile the smile to kill lingering doubt. V Topp