The Year That Was

Dear my lovely readers,

so the year of 2011 A.D, or C.E is coming to a close soon, and I have to say 2011 has been a shitty year: everything got messed up with school, I was in the hospital a lot, I lost some friends, was depressed most the year, the Vikings sucked and so on,

however,

there are some things that have made this year not as bad as it could have been, I grew closer to some people, made new friends, and found hope in 2012,

this blog is not long, because I did not want to go on about how 2011 sucked, but pretty much want to say I have hope for 2012 to be a good year :)

I love you all,
Have a great 2012 A.D, or C.E
your friend,
VPK

p.s shout out to the Waffle Crew <4

JaJa (^__^)

love's bullet

Bright light of love

Her love for him was so bright,

As he made her life feel right,

When the world grew colder,

She could always rest her head on his shoulder,

They would always talk and kiss,

This was the most beautiful feeling to exist,

His light was so bright,

No end to their love is in sight.

Until in the flash of a heart beat

the light has become dim,

In the broken feeling she can’t swim,

As she holds on to a hopeless love for him,

But in the back of her thoughts,

Is the day she had caught,

Him in the act of cheating,

Now her heart is bleeding,

her once light  heart is near black,

From this heart break is no coming back,

And for every tear she cries,

The more she dies,

Lost blackness remains 

So too must he,

From a love so brightly,

To one so lost,

Two lives are the coast,

From a love that was broke,

In which cheating provoked,

He will die from his action,

And then be a subtraction,

Never leave a women broke, and upset,

Are words he will regreat,

He never listened too,

Now his time is due,

Love is tragic

Now the  last sound he hears is that of the gun

As she leaves her last words to him “I love you hun”

the gun fires, and hits him in the lung,

with his last bit of breath he hung,

on to say these words,

I am sorry this occurred,

and all that have I have done to you,

she looks him back, and says me too,

but so coldly starers,
End of life

as another shot goes between his ears,

she would  drown her self in the tub,
as she could not come above
Tragedy.

of love's bullet 

closing open eyes

I write with no pen,

Just the blood of my fingertips,

That stains the tree’s remains,

With the thoughts of my brain,

And what is seen that is written,

Is not always the reality of the meaning,

But eyes fall for believing what they see,

And form their version of the truth,

And becomes passed down from ear to ear,

From the tongue that changes as it hears,

The stories as they are told,

By the ones that had once read,

That was written on paper,

That was stained with the blood,

That is my soul.

insert title here

I know a world of closed eyes,
Where the deep thoughts lies,
And is always different,
Never dying always infant,
They are your dreams that are,
Lucid and the light of your star
As you dream to never awake,
Day dreaming for the sake,
You wish to find some way,
So you could stay,
Out in this world all day,
Visions of the mind’s most deep,
Entering this world as you sleep,
Reality begins to shift,
Everything known drifts,
In your mind’s pysicie,
Going into new galaxies,
Never known in reality!

Death of the world

where have you gone?
I use to see you every summer and spring,
near the flowers,
were you would make love and sing,
I would watch,
in hope I did not upset you,
if I did,
my feet would move faster than thought,
but this time now,
if I see you once it's miracle,
those who know not better,
rejoice in how you have disappeared,
only seeing the sting,
but not the sweet of your honey,
and with out you,
we shall pass away soon after,
with out your buzz,
we sing the song of the grave,
unable to change the melody,
please don't die,
otherwise so too shall I,
and all that is a being,
there eyes are blind seeing,
we need you,
like love needs hate,
good needs evil,
right needs left,
joy needs sorrow,
life needs death,
please, return to us.

Daisy's Death Date

The wonderful colours,
of a world black and white,
near the mighty willow,
where the ladybugs are weeping,
and the birds mourn,
The grass surrounds in comfort,
The roses sing songs of sorrow,
The bees remember the pollen,
the sad eyes of the trees look away,
the raccoons unable to hide their tears,
the cats and dogs hug in heartbreak,
the dirty rats cleans up,
oh poor daisy,
as today is your death date
A day the animals, bugs and plants
eyes all regret to see.

hey you

Dear my lovely readers,

Have a Happy Holidays, and thank you very much for reading my blog <3

love,
your friend,
VPK

^(--)^

I have been told,
how you have grown cold,
against this individual,
and now there is a hole,
in what seemed good,
this has come to be understood,
as memories of the past,
in a time I wish could last,
longer than it was,
but things change because,
they simply do,
but I will always love you,
in a way that is platonically,
and just maybe,
you one day will be,
friends again with me,
but even if not,
you shall never be forgot,
and in my heart forever have a spot.

when I don't sleep my mind just goes random

These are my eyes,
they stare at the flies,
as above my head they swarm,
as my body that was warm,
grows colder as time passes,
surrounded by the masses,
and I lay in a slumber,
moving on to what we wonder,
comes past the final chapter,
in the after,
hopeing for a new glory,
in our next written story,
but for this time being,
all these eyes are seeing,
me as I lay here, and rest,
talking about times that were best,
that we once had,
tears streaming sad,
but they also reflect,
on memories that become prefect,
and I sit in the aisle,
with nothing but a smile,
and my heart loves them purely,
and will miss them all surely,
but now from,
the shovels the dirt shall come,
and this is my goodbye,
but please do not cry,
because, one day I will be with you again,
and a new day together shall begin.

tired vic does not think sleep matters

As I play this game of pretend,
my mind begins to descend,
into its own limbo,
were nothing is ever simple,
but everything is obscure,
as my thoughts are stuck in war,
that I can not win,
confused, like finding were we begin,
but I can not lose,
so my world is set to confuse,
but my thoughts are not set,
to make sense, yet,
only to be a translation,
from my soul's imagination,
and the readers interpretation,
of their own conclusion,
never to be proven,
and just a possibility,
of the mind that is me.

Religionious

Dear my lovely readers,

while I do believe in the Holy Most High, and believe that there are Goods, and evils simply beyond what the human mind can understand, and in essence the human life is nothing more than a trial of weather, or not you will be wicked, or Good in the life that actually matters, and the one that never ends, that of the soul, I would never say I am religious, or even have a religion. now I do read the bible from time to time, and enjoy church, but the thing about Religion is it sets it self up to make one not have an open mind, and pretty much becomes a prison. sure you can say science does the same thing, but the thing about that is lots of scientist actually believe in GOD, or the possibility of one, and while one might think they are out to prove that The Holy Most High does not exist that for the most part is false, because they pretty much know it is something that can never be proven, so they don't really do that. of course their are some who do try to prove weather, or not the universe was a great creator, but at the same time most don't knock people for believing in one, but with most people that call them selves religious they pretty much keep them selves locked away from an open mind, and never question anything, but just accept what it is. now I would never question the Holy Most High, because I simply do not exist without him, but I do question things such as what existence is, what is a year to GOD, how much of any secret text is the word of GOD, or just man's way of controlling the mass by claiming it is the word of GOD for man's well being, als I ask thing such as did GOD create emotions in humans before man committed sin, or did they come after, how much free will actually exist, and other more complex unanswerable questions that exist in the depths of my mind.

oh, and if you are wondering about what I meant by the human life is simply just a trail, well humans are born neither good, or evil, and they become one as life goes on, but truthfully no one is just one, but both, and simply one is just higher in each person, so life is a trail to see what your soul will be. now since I don't know if souls exist before we are born, or anything like that it gets complicated, just as I have no clue what happens to babies that die at birth, I mean do they get another chance as another baby, or maybe it is something else.


that is all for now,

I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

winter

when it is time for winter,
the snow flakes begin to fall,
and thoughts of summer
begin to come, and spring,
and everything becomes cold,
but then children build men
made from the snow,
and from the houses,
hang many icicles,
and the windows glass,
is covered in frost,
and everyone begins to smile,
and winter becomes beautiful!

Fall

when the summers fall,
autumn begins to call,
and life feels so goodie,
as I put on my hoodie,
and the leaves colour change,
across the mountain range,
and all prepare their year,
for the winter that's near.

Summer

Summer you are to hot,
but not have you,
I think I rather not,
as I love the feel of sand,
of the beaches on my feet,
as my skin gets tanned,
and I go for a swim,
to cool off in the water
while singing a summer hymn,
until I sit in the air conditioner,
in my peaceful home,
oh summer, how I love her.

Spring

I can't wait for the spring,
to come and bring,
me the beauty of flower bed,
and joy is high in my head,
as under the sun's shine,
the season is mine,
and I feel a soft breeze,
as the feeling never leaves,
come fast my spring,
so we can have our yearly fling.

Dear Imelda

Dear Imelda, you sung beautiful today,
and if you don't mind may,
I ask you for another song,
for my journey that is long,
so that I may dance,
knowing that there is a chance,
when life is a mayhem,
and I want to scream damn,
and all feels blue,
one day I will feel love's tattoo,
so may I have one more,
lovely song from your,
beautiful album that gets me through,
please Imelda, and thank you.

A cheetah chase

A cheetah runs so fast,
across the African Grass,
his claws give him great traction,
his tail keeps him in balance,
as he chases the impala,
across Africa's plains,
the impala is fast,
but the cheetah is swift,
and much faster on his feet,
as the spotted cat,
runs like the wind,
and catches his pray,
and makes hum the meal,
of the cheetah's day.

A silent whisper

A silent whisper,
fell upon her ear,
he spoke so soft,
only she could hear,
the words that were spoken,
put her in paradise,
you are the token,
of my heart's desire,
and I would not trade you
foe all the riches of the entire,
world, my dear,
those where the words,
he whispered in her ear,
so soft like cotton,
that all her past woes,
were in a heart beat forgotten,
she was high as a dove,
and they were in the harmony,
of the beauty of love.

oh, so you think you fooled me?

Dear my lovely readers,

As many of you know, the United States government is pulling all the troops out of Iraq. and the war is over. how nice of them, well no not really, because you see they are not pulling them out because they care about them, but rather, because they know that they will never get what they wanted in the first place, control of the oil fields, so they are playing this pulling them out of Iraq card to look good, and hide their wicked ways, and could care less about them.

The U.S government left Iraq in worse shape than it was before they entered, because this is pretty much what they did, lets say Iraq was a chocolate company, and it had one boss who controlled everything, but then another chocolate company called the United states came along, and removed that boss, so it could do a bloody take over, and get control of the Iraq chocolate company, but would just say it was still the Iraq chocolate company, but instead of being an easy task the U.S chocolate company found them selves in a war between who from the Iraq chocolate company would control the company, and once the U.S chocolate company realized they would not get control of Iraq's rich chocolate they took their workers out, and left Iraq in a mess.

now I am happy the troops are out of Iraq, and coming home, because it made no sense for them to even be there, and now they can be home with their families, and not die, but what I am trying to say is don't let the government fool you they are evil, and everything they do for the most part is evil even when it seems good.

love, your friend,
VPK

this is what happends when I do not sleep: my mind goes all over the place

Dear my lovely readers,

what is the substance of existence? Now I don't mean how we come to be as far as men and women mixing sperm with egg, because we know how that works, but how everything can to be. The truth is no one really knows, and no one can really explain it. we all have theories on what, and how we came to be, but not one person that lives, has ever lived, and will live can explain how existence started. now many believe a GOD, or Gods, but God in its self is a substance that can not be explained, but can only be theorized about, and can never be proven to exist, as it can never be proven not to exist. mathematically everything can be proven, but this maths of how everything came to be is simply beyond any math problem, and is one that can not be solved. maybe we are nothing more than characters in a film, or book. now this might seem unlikely, but think about this, do the characters in a film, or book know they are actually characters? no they do not. now some may say well sometimes they break the fourth way, but that is actually not possible, because they might talk to the read, or watcher, but they are not actually doing so, but just doing what is written, so everything we do could simply be written, and that is what our existence actually is, in other words, free will does not exist, and we are just words, or simply just seconds of a long film being watched. maybe we are nothing more than a dream, or being imagined by someone sleeping, or even just someone in class thinking instead of paying attention in class, but then again how far would existence go? if we simply a book, or a dream who is to say the author, or sleeper is not their self characters in a book to someone who is a character in a book/ it would be like when someone writes about a fictional writer, and that fictional writer writes about a fictional writer. with that said something would have to be the beginning, and the only, so perhaps nothing exist, but God, and he is just an author, or dreamer, but this gives birth to the question well how did God come to be, because nothing no matter what exist before there was something, so how then did God come to be, but like I said God is a substance no religion, science or philosophy can explain, and is beyond existence its self.

maybe I should try sleeping from time to time,

love,
your friend,
VPK

once in a while I am happy!!!!

sometimes my soul is free of pain,
and I feel this great sensation,
this I can't explain,
but it sparks my imagination,
like the beauty of rain,
and my mind burns with pleasure,
like fire burns wood,
and I see life's treasure,
I really wish that I could,
feel like this everyday,
I sing in the garden of flowers,
without any mental decay,
and be happy for all my hours,
and I bring you along,
for this great delight,
and we sing a song,
of this beautiful flight:)

The hidden water

my very lonely eyes,
by the sea of despise,
hidden by a happy disguise,
but that is just a defence mechanisms,
to keep hidden my self despotism,
my very lonely ears,
by the river of tears,
hidden to tell over fears,
so we keep this hidden,
from the world it stays forbidden,
my very lonely heart,
by the lake of fall apart,
hidden like messages in art,
so many do not see,
what goes on in the mind of me,
my very lonely soul,
by the ocean of woe,
hidden by the waters flow,
so no one sees the black hole,
and how sorrow has control,
I am too alone,
my mind is stuck in this zone,
were I am drowning in this wasted land,
waiting for the rescue of your hand.

Why can't

I trust people? why must when I trust people do they put a knife through my heart? then they run around saying they are good people, and maybe they are, but what gives them the right to murder me? it is not like I have done anything to anyone to deserve this when it happens, but I guess that is just my life, and it will go on until I am dead, and by the way who would I make sad if I died? my fried? they don't even know I am alive, so why would they care I died, ny family? nope? anyone? I wonder about this at times

21/12/2011

my eyes will not close,
and my sorrow has rose,
as it begins to close,
and any happiness that bestows,
dies as quickly as it is born,
as I go to grab the flower of gladden,
I feel the prick of sorrows thorn,
and my heart becomes sadden,
this sorrow has been my calamity,
since the day I entered humanity,
and left the fruit of the womb,
now I rest under the dark moon,
waiting for my tomb,
but maybe hope will rise,
and this life I despise,
will be worth living before my demise,
and in my life's days,
sing her beautiful praise

no sleep vic

I am in the clouds,
like the wings of an eagle,
but my wings have yet to take flight,
and my heart is in the pacific,
but my mind in the far east,
where I rest with the princess,
the most finest wine of my heart,
in which I wish to give you a cup,
of what's made from the divinest grapes,
your lips could ever taste,
but instead I am stuck here,
alone in this empty space,
as my soul soaks in sorrow,
feeling like a waste,
maybe I just have yet to find my path,
in which my feet shall take,
but many steps I have walked,
have been a mistake,
but the day shall come,
when my soul knows its journey,
and all that is written,
shall just be the past chapters,
and the pen of life,
that writes everyday,
shall write the most beautiful poems,
about the stars that rest in my heart.

Open letter

I write this open letter,
in hopes of keeping my mind together,
so any eyes that come across,
what is written of my thoughts,
I hope you understand clearly,
that I love you all dearly,
but life is not so peachy,
and I don't know what keeps me,
from closing my eyes never to again open,
maybe I am just hopein',
that the time shall come,
that I don't feel numb,
and the only thing I'm isolated from,
is sorrow's brutal chains,
and whips that leave me in pain,
with depression that controls my brain,
but as fro right now,
I don't know how,
from these thoughts to get freedom,
even though I know I don't need them,
but still my hope exist everyday the sun is in the sky,
therefore I know I can't die,
by my own hands,
even if it feels no one understands,
what I am trying to say,
to them each and every day,
so I wrote this letter,
in hopes you understand me better,
and everything will soon click,
love, your friend, vic

Sovereign love

Take Public Warning,
life is a Jigsaw puzzle,
and sometimes you work 9 to 5,
for crumbs and Pennies,
and life feels Pretty Vacant,
but at the Gatheration
the way you play the Guitar,
in your black hoodie,
erases the feeling of Blah Blah,
and you say I Got the Goods,
so Let's Be Mates,
and Fiddle with the Volume,
of my heart, and sweep away,
any sorrow I had with a broom,
and make me feel ok to be so human,
as we stand together like a Student Union,
and you say wonderful things that are so Random,
as we talk about the past, and how Those Were the Days,
and you joke with me saying I Got You Dancing,
the wonderful Tango, and we have Food Play,
which leads to A Little Bit of Shhh,
and we Bang Bang,
and you look me in the eyes,
and say Love Me or Hate Me,
I will always love you,
like I love My England ♥

18/12/2011

Inside a wonderful dream,
Wishes always gleam,
And people began to sing,
Natural as the spring,
Thoughts that bloom,
Taking you to the moon,
One as it seems,
Dreams that are supreme,
Incredible as the ocean in the pacific
Everything feels beautiful and terrific

lack of sleep

Dear GOD, I know I a here for confession
but I have so many questions,
that are runnin' through my head,
is their really life after were dead;
when does life even begin;
can we kill the soul if to much sin,
why do you allow war;
do the people that don't believe you ignore;
why is my life so bleek,
and why to the people do you no longer speak?

I see you have so many questions vic,
no worries, there is no conflict,
because I can answer anything that comes from a brain,

I must be going insane,
my ears what do you hear?
I lost my head, that's clear,

you are not losing your mind,
now listen closely to the Divine,
I speak to people everyday,
I do it in the conscious way,
that is were we speak,
your life is only bleek,
because you think it's only pain,
and can't see the sun only the rain,
I am hear for all even those not believin',
war that is a tool of the human bein',
and there misuse of free will,
the soul is something sin can't kill,
life begins when the soul is born,
death only exist in physical form.

there are so many things I need to know,
what is the right path to go,
why is earth so messed up,
can't you take away the corrupt,
why do you even allow that which is bad,
my mind is going mad,

the path has already been written,
and are you forgettin',
the earth is not paradise,
I let the corrupt live to seek advice,
and to ask to be forgiven,
besides look at how you're liven,
you are not perfect don't forget,
and everything that exist has an opposite,
if there was no bad, nothing be good,
I hope all that I say you understood,
but now your alarm is going to ring,

wait GOD, I have so many questions to bring,
please let my alarm not go off by mistake,

I love you my child now awake

Hopeless love

fill my head with lies,
write these illusions on my eyes,
hold my hand,
as I get lost in this wasted land,
never let go of my palm,
with your whispers keep my calm,
my heart softly touch,
while you squeeze me in the cobra's clutch,
let your venom seep through my blood,
until I am dead, face down in the mud,
then give me the gift of breath,
and left me up from death,
as you shed your snake skin,
so I can fall for you lies once again,
and this once more can begin,
and I can smile, while you hiss,
waiting for your venomous kiss,
while imagining a love that never did exist.

<>!

fallen like a snow flake;
in a world of mistake;
dreams are my only escape;
from a reality that's no cake;
anxiety keeps me unseen;
but my dreams are bein';
the thing that keeps me intact;
from a world I wish I could subtract;
my existence from;
but when I sleep they come;
and I go to a place only I know;
deep within my soul;
swimming in my unconscious mind;
were to nothing I am blind;
and I never have deaf ears;
and hear everything clear;
and only talk in secret tongue;
and the mind is the sharpest sword swung.

bored well not really bored

you're the most lovely flower of the garden
so please pardon,
me as I write this to you,
hoping I break through,
your heart guarded by stone,
with the words of this poem,
if I was to live alone,
as a king on his throne,
you would be the one I seek,
like ears when a prophet speaks,
if I was a man that never knew sight,
my eyes would dream of your delight,
and if I was a flower,
I dream of you like a rain shower.

:::::

it makes no sense being,
with out you third eye seeing,
like mighty ships of a fleet,
only to be left in defeat,
no matter what method of war,
the wicked shall never conqueror,
those that are righteous,
because they know knowledge is priceless
and wisdom is better than silver and gold,
and have powerful thoughts no fool can hold,
like that of the mighty pen,
that writes the formation of the heaven,
and everything with in outer space,
with out ever leaving one trace,
of the pen's mighty ink,
so some search for the link,
either by science, religion or philosophy,
some combined all three properly,
and are aong the wise,
while the rest wait to become food to the flies,
but the ones that are right at heart,
save those that are torn apart,
by the wicked hand of satan's clutch,
helping them escape from such,
a world built on wicked ways,
building mentally each days.

just sayin'

if you love someone you will forgive them, but that does not mean you have to forget what they did, and just because you love them does not mean you have to like them!

Having a dream while your dreaming

Dear my lovely readers,

so I just woke up from a dream, and it went as follows,

I was sitting in my room, and a dog attacked me, and was biting my leg,


but then I saw another animal, and thought to myself "haha" I can use this animal to chase off this dog, because it would kick the dogs ass!

this animal was a



but the damn thing just started to eat me with the dog -___-


so I decided to scream for help, but no one came, so I was pulling my body, and screaming as these mean animals were eating me, until I got to the living room, and to my amazement, people were home, and ignoring me -__-

then I woke up....

in my dream, and it changed, to my aunt finding out she has cancer, and us going to the junk yard, with my cousin for something, and on are way there I told them about the dream, and when we got there, and got out, the freakin dog was there, and I was all like oh man fuck this shit I am going to stay in the car, and I started to look around for bears

then the dream changed to the story of why the junk yard man banned a nine year old from the junk yard, and I woke up

weird dreams are amazing!

that is all for now,


I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

12/12/11

sparks from Heaven's beautiful sent;
brings my mind back to that moment;
where I would run through the fields of grass;
dreaming that this moment in time forever last;
your loving eyes across from mine;
freezing all aspects of time;
as we connect like faith and hope;
and I deliver a kiss like a letter in an envelope;
my mind sinks into this fantasy;
where I am with you, and everything is magically;
and this dream is beautifully,
perfect ♥

Angry Vic

Dear my lovely readers,

me being kind has driven me again to depths of despise, as humans are the most foul living things that this earth has ever known, nothing before, or after shall be as wicked as people, I spend my time being nice to people who deserve nothing of the word,but I should be angry, but no I show none against you all because of a love that has only gotten me murdered by your rotten ways. it is peoples fault I wish I was dead, and peoples fault I am depressed, because I know this is all a waste of time, but still I do it even as I die. never once did I take my sword, and cut you, but oh how you cut me, yet I am the way, as I am in hope that maybe a few will return the favour, but very few ever do, and I am the one left here to die.

to the very few who have not murdered me, thank you, my love for you is as deep as space is wide, and I will always be the way I am for you, and you help give me a reason to live♥

for everyone else, I love you anyway, so murder me all you want, you will not have been the first, and you will not be the last!

that is all for now,
I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

Today is December Tenth in Twenty Eleven

my joy has been risen
like a man freed from prison
no longer in sorrow's shackle
it has been smoked like tobacco
I finally see life's gift
as you have given me a lift
to be able to sit and smile
and no longer feel like I'm on trail
this is a beautiful mind set,
and you I will never forget,
thanks for being there,
when others would not care,
you helped me in my self wars,
and for that my heart is forever yours <3

12/6/2011

I was alone in my room,
with nothing but my thoughts,
to keep my company, so I looked,
into the mirror,
but to my shock,
I did not know the person,
in the glass reflection,
I sat and stared,
for what seemed like hours,
but was only minutes,
as all my thoughts,
raced through my head,
I was not happy,
I was not sad,
but in a state of numb,
as I seen for the first time,
what I have become,
and what I have let,
take control of my life,
I knew I had to be here,
this was the right choice,
so I exited out the room,
and into the hall,
enter with the others,
and when asked why I'm here,
said the words from my lips,
I am depressed, and I'm lost.