08-24-2012, 06:22 AM
The Stairs Of Caprice -REVISED
Away in the woods, a winding path.
A staircase ascending somewhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs,
I wandered.
Cross the Threshold of Yesteryears,
to the Grand Porticoes of Tomorrow.
Braced by Pillars of Virtue’s Tears,
and heartstrings of sorrow.
Behold!
Its golden welcome stands sublime,
The Temple of Anamnesis.
Afterthoughts, suspended in time.
Neath its cornice Cove of Wonder,
bares the winged Sphere of Athor.
The crest of the primordial mother,
whose legends, myths and lore, suckled upon her shore.
Cloaked in the shadows of lost and found,
Lures the Labyrinth of Jareth.
Where endless tunnels of roundabouts,
and pitfall drops, abound.
Lose yourself in the Chamber of Hushed,
the Archives of Anonymity.
Here, ancient stories in unspoken secrecy, are whispered.
Roam the Rooms of Riddles, with bolted doors, unsolved.
Pirouette down the Spinning Ballrooms,
and dance, dance, dance, on the polka-dotted floors.
Wait up by the Room of Impatience,
behind the “rooms to grow”.
Listen in the Room of Silence, echoing “I don’t know..”.
Stray along the Corridor of Sacred Passage,
Pass the roaring Halls of Fame,
then down the Avenue of Bane Knowledge, walled, in whimpering shame.
Ingress pride and honor, climbs up the Turrets of Conceit.
Spiraling down vainglorious, stumbled potholes of deceit.
Where out onto the garden, strewn wild, with reckless dreams,
Misled tall and overgrow, are the weeds of illusive schemes.
Beware! Beware! Up and down the stair!
Enter the Galleries of Phantom Faces,
meet faes in petticoat silks and laces.
Statuette Busts of Prophetic Sages,
of heroes and villains, down the ages.
Caricatures of man, creatures from Pan.
Homes of strangers feigned familiar, mystic dens quite peculiar!
Covens of Aragon, Crystal Realms of Paragon,
Phoenix nests and dragon lairs, even sanctuaries,
to abandoned teddy bears.
Away in the woods, a winding path.
A staircase ascending, "Ive been there!"
These flights of steps, these stairs of promise,
Leads, I know now where.
It beckons a choice -
Crossroads of childhood or a jaded voice.
And I know in my heart, as sure as Pied Piper,
piped the portals apart, I'm up its flighty steps.
I possess the key, always had it within me,
to unbar the Gates of Fancy.
Patience is a virtue,
I found my voice and answered a many "i dont' knows"
and have pieced the clues to the riddles,
gathered along the way.
I'm late! I'm late! Not a moment's tarry,
to my rendezvous with fate.
To venture with ease, with a hop, skip and jump,
I am up the Stairs of Caprice!
============================================
The Stairs of Caprice -
Away in the woods, a winding path stood.
A staircase, ascending to somewhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs,
I wandered, leads me where?
Cross the Threshold of Yesteryears,
to the Grand Porticoes of Tomorrow.
Braced by Pillars of Virtue’s Tears,
and the heartstrings of sorrow.
Behold!
Its golden welcome stands sublime,
The Temple of Anamnesis.
Afterthoughts, suspended in time.
Neath its cornice Cove of Wonder,
bares the winged Sphere of Athor.
The crest of the primordial mother,
whose legends, myths and lore,
suckled upon her shore.
Cloaked in the shadows of lost and found,
Lures the Labyrinth of Jareth.
Where endless tunnels of roundabouts,
and pitfall drops, abound.
Lose yourself in the Chamber of Hushed,
the Archives of Anonymity.
Here ancient stories are whispered,
in unspoken secrecy.
Roam the Rooms of Riddles, with bolted doors, unsolved.
Pirouette down the Spinning Ballrooms,
and dance, dance, dance, on the polka-dotted floors.
Wait up by the Room of Impatience,
or behind the “rooms to grow”.
Listen in the Room of Silence,
that echoes “I don’t know..”
Stray up, along the Corridor of Sacred Passage,
Pass the roaring Halls of Fame.
Or Down the Avenue of Bane Knowledge,
Walled, in whimpering shame.
Ingress pride and honor, climbs up the Turrets of Conceit.
Spiraling down vainglorious, stumbled potholes of deceit.
Out onto the garden, strewn wild, with reckless dreams,
Misled tall and overgrow, are the weeds of illusive schemes.
Beware! Beware! Up and down the stairs!
Enter the Galleries of Phantom Faces,
meet faes in petticoat silks and laces.
Statuette Busts of Prophetic Sages,
of heroes and villains, down the ages.
Caricatures of man, creatures from Pan.
Homes of strangers feigned familiar, mystic dens quite peculiar!
Covens of Aragon, Crystal Realms of Paragon,
Phoenix nests and dragon lairs, even sanctuaries,
to abandoned teddy bears.
Away in the woods, a winding path stood.
A staircase, ascending to nowhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs of promise-
I now know, leads somewhere.
It beckons a choice -
Crossroads of childhood or a jaded voice.
I know who I am and I know my heart,
As sure as Pied Piper, piped the portals apart.
I’m holding the key,
Unbarring the gate,
Up the flighty steps of fancy.
I’m late! I’m late! Not a moment’s tarry,
to my rendezvous with fate.
Up the steps, I shall venture with ease,
with a hop skip and jump,
up the stairs of caprice.
Away in the woods, a winding path.
A staircase ascending somewhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs,
I wandered.
Cross the Threshold of Yesteryears,
to the Grand Porticoes of Tomorrow.
Braced by Pillars of Virtue’s Tears,
and heartstrings of sorrow.
Behold!
Its golden welcome stands sublime,
The Temple of Anamnesis.
Afterthoughts, suspended in time.
Neath its cornice Cove of Wonder,
bares the winged Sphere of Athor.
The crest of the primordial mother,
whose legends, myths and lore, suckled upon her shore.
Cloaked in the shadows of lost and found,
Lures the Labyrinth of Jareth.
Where endless tunnels of roundabouts,
and pitfall drops, abound.
Lose yourself in the Chamber of Hushed,
the Archives of Anonymity.
Here, ancient stories in unspoken secrecy, are whispered.
Roam the Rooms of Riddles, with bolted doors, unsolved.
Pirouette down the Spinning Ballrooms,
and dance, dance, dance, on the polka-dotted floors.
Wait up by the Room of Impatience,
behind the “rooms to grow”.
Listen in the Room of Silence, echoing “I don’t know..”.
Stray along the Corridor of Sacred Passage,
Pass the roaring Halls of Fame,
then down the Avenue of Bane Knowledge, walled, in whimpering shame.
Ingress pride and honor, climbs up the Turrets of Conceit.
Spiraling down vainglorious, stumbled potholes of deceit.
Where out onto the garden, strewn wild, with reckless dreams,
Misled tall and overgrow, are the weeds of illusive schemes.
Beware! Beware! Up and down the stair!
Enter the Galleries of Phantom Faces,
meet faes in petticoat silks and laces.
Statuette Busts of Prophetic Sages,
of heroes and villains, down the ages.
Caricatures of man, creatures from Pan.
Homes of strangers feigned familiar, mystic dens quite peculiar!
Covens of Aragon, Crystal Realms of Paragon,
Phoenix nests and dragon lairs, even sanctuaries,
to abandoned teddy bears.
Away in the woods, a winding path.
A staircase ascending, "Ive been there!"
These flights of steps, these stairs of promise,
Leads, I know now where.
It beckons a choice -
Crossroads of childhood or a jaded voice.
And I know in my heart, as sure as Pied Piper,
piped the portals apart, I'm up its flighty steps.
I possess the key, always had it within me,
to unbar the Gates of Fancy.
Patience is a virtue,
I found my voice and answered a many "i dont' knows"
and have pieced the clues to the riddles,
gathered along the way.
I'm late! I'm late! Not a moment's tarry,
to my rendezvous with fate.
To venture with ease, with a hop, skip and jump,
I am up the Stairs of Caprice!
============================================
The Stairs of Caprice -
Away in the woods, a winding path stood.
A staircase, ascending to somewhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs,
I wandered, leads me where?
Cross the Threshold of Yesteryears,
to the Grand Porticoes of Tomorrow.
Braced by Pillars of Virtue’s Tears,
and the heartstrings of sorrow.
Behold!
Its golden welcome stands sublime,
The Temple of Anamnesis.
Afterthoughts, suspended in time.
Neath its cornice Cove of Wonder,
bares the winged Sphere of Athor.
The crest of the primordial mother,
whose legends, myths and lore,
suckled upon her shore.
Cloaked in the shadows of lost and found,
Lures the Labyrinth of Jareth.
Where endless tunnels of roundabouts,
and pitfall drops, abound.
Lose yourself in the Chamber of Hushed,
the Archives of Anonymity.
Here ancient stories are whispered,
in unspoken secrecy.
Roam the Rooms of Riddles, with bolted doors, unsolved.
Pirouette down the Spinning Ballrooms,
and dance, dance, dance, on the polka-dotted floors.
Wait up by the Room of Impatience,
or behind the “rooms to grow”.
Listen in the Room of Silence,
that echoes “I don’t know..”
Stray up, along the Corridor of Sacred Passage,
Pass the roaring Halls of Fame.
Or Down the Avenue of Bane Knowledge,
Walled, in whimpering shame.
Ingress pride and honor, climbs up the Turrets of Conceit.
Spiraling down vainglorious, stumbled potholes of deceit.
Out onto the garden, strewn wild, with reckless dreams,
Misled tall and overgrow, are the weeds of illusive schemes.
Beware! Beware! Up and down the stairs!
Enter the Galleries of Phantom Faces,
meet faes in petticoat silks and laces.
Statuette Busts of Prophetic Sages,
of heroes and villains, down the ages.
Caricatures of man, creatures from Pan.
Homes of strangers feigned familiar, mystic dens quite peculiar!
Covens of Aragon, Crystal Realms of Paragon,
Phoenix nests and dragon lairs, even sanctuaries,
to abandoned teddy bears.
Away in the woods, a winding path stood.
A staircase, ascending to nowhere.
These flights of steps, these flighty stairs of promise-
I now know, leads somewhere.
It beckons a choice -
Crossroads of childhood or a jaded voice.
I know who I am and I know my heart,
As sure as Pied Piper, piped the portals apart.
I’m holding the key,
Unbarring the gate,
Up the flighty steps of fancy.
I’m late! I’m late! Not a moment’s tarry,
to my rendezvous with fate.
Up the steps, I shall venture with ease,
with a hop skip and jump,
up the stairs of caprice.