Release the wings behind you that lie tucked away
Collecting dust from neglect
They long to be outstretched
“let me out to play” they say
Discard your solemn perception
that you’ve outgrown
and awaken the light you’ve come to know
Explore the depths of trust in your heart
There are promises to be kept
and new paths to start
– Victoria Josephine 2016
Brought to you by The Faries Oracle: Brian Froud
Cards: Ta’Om the Poet; Mikle a Muckle; Nelys the Alcheyst and The Fee Lion
– Part II –
Which callous villain has taken up this game?
Gathered powers from a witch without any shame
A magic that has been conjured from the depths of hell
No escape in sight, she’s been compelled
Like a hook sunk deep, she’s been sired
The situation so dangerous, it’s dire
Uncontrollable desire
like an unquenchable fire
Whenever within her sire’s proximity
feelings rise to the surface
Inescapable misery
Trying to ignore it
trying to forget
The memory that their lips had ever met
But when a spell binds you in the same vicinity
Burning electricity does not to flee
Desire left cold, the strings that entwine
Your heart are fray
I struggle, tug, and pull harder
Yet you go further astray
Sparks circled the air and burst into fireflies
Continuous flashing, burning inside
Sets my emotions into a haze
Erupting a fire ablaze
Now these delusions are incinerated
An abyss I’ve merely created
Days pass, you’ve faded
becoming colder
Continuously jaded
Uncertain if this current runs through you as well
But your dark brown eyes won’t ever tell
Walls made of stone cannot be penetrated
And still his heart remains unpersuaded
Infatuation gone
unreciprocated
Call it maddening
Crazed
psychotic, deranged
The current washes in this maddening drive
Drowning through these rough waves
A rescue must be
contrived
– Victoria Josephine 2015 –
Hand picked lilacs
settled briskly into a vase
positioned in the windowsill
as its aroma fills the room
Fresh dew drops from each petal
As I catch a bluejay gliding into the pine tree
which a mysterious fungus is growing too far unnoticed
From the corner of my eye
Off-white pastel seeds drift in front
of my windshield on the highway
a ride at a carnival makes me feel alive
being present in your body when death is too often on your mind
Fireworks spring over the Red River on the first of July
clouds waited until the evening to spill sunshine
Graffiti sprawled on a prairie train as cars wait in the July heat
the wheels squeal and scream, heavy rust built up from long travels through fluctuating climates
there’s certainly no need to turn my head left crossing a one way street
An old church stands reflected onto a downtown building plated with metal
the sidewalk is warped along it’s tall mirrored reflection
childrens laughter echoes throughout the suburban neighborhood from an open window
At 1:41 am
shades of cool is blasting on the car stereo
as emergency sirens pulsate
through us
Just this one time I won’t wear my seatbelt
That howling is haunting me
Driving down Pembina Hwy a yellow billboard creates a neon shadow
on wet concrete
green lights melt into puddles as you
drive me home
gliding over roadkill at the midnight hour
I won’t leave this show until the last song is played
And won’t get off this ride until it’s done
I’ve been telling myself
next time
instead of plunging head first
I’ll take it slow
Step by step
keeping my heart
in line, in check
No more going out of bounds
pacing slowly, taking time
not crossing any lines
How do you not play games
without being outright
without putting all your cards on the stand
Not saying too many words
no appearance of eagerness
not revealing so much so soon
How much I want to
leap right in
for something to last
and not beginning a script
with an end in sight
Because the last time I took it slow
nothing ever happened
Sometimes
taking it slow
turns into
nothing at all
– Victoria Josephine 2014
My perceptions
have all
been changed now
All my thoughts of you –
used to be light
but they’ve created
such a heavy
weight now
From floating
to sinking
and for the first time
in my mind
doubt has been raised
that someone
is not often
who they portray
I should have looked
two times
It turned out
the light glow
creating that misty haze
I had mistook
For light
Had been surrounding
a deep pit in the center
An all consuming
darkness
I’ve tentatively
walked up towards
your windows
and took a peak inside
What I’ve found is how
what lies behind
an exterior
is the corridor towards
a vastly divergent interior
Victoria Josephine 2014
This world is full to the brim
with imitations
and mere shadows of
true creations
Victoria Josephine
How can I say
I’m surprised
In my bones
I knew
But still
wanted proof
Well now
I’ve summoned rage
And
oh boy
what a shame
Drive out to the outskirts of the city, on a cold winters night, running down the highway. I stop and gleam into the midnight sky. A realization comes over me.
I’ve got an audience.
The milky way galaxy in all it’s splendour fills my eyesight and I am at loss for any words.
Whatever is troubling my heart at that moment, I’m immersed in a vast unknown and it captures my imagination. I see bright lights above me from a moment in time reaching me here and now. Caught in beauty and wonder.
Orion shot an arrow into my heart. His latest victim, I’m captivated in infatuation.
– Victoria Josephine“You look at me, it’s like you hit me with lightning” – Starry Eyed
When a deep connection is made through eye contact, the heart may beat rapidly. This may cause an electro-magnetic shock sending waves to the brain. A recognition is made. You are made real through an enlightened awareness. You are truly seen for the first time, and a spark lights within both souls.
It’s magnetic
Enveloped in a glow
Start Crossed Souls is about that connection. That cosmic event.
Tell me how it feels to fall in love and the depths of loss. Because this is a universal story, how the universe works through us all and let’s us understand ourselves.
So tell me, who or what is your passion? Past, present future, what you’ve seen, what you feel and what you desire to feel in the future. I wanna know.
This terror creeps inside of my being
that one day you’ll be
soaring above, over head
I might snatch you up and imprison
your glass, frail walls
Creating a concave fist
with my eager hands
Not wanting to set loose
what I’ve captured
For it rarely passes by
With these
clutched fingers
secured tightly
the sheer force would cause
a crack in the glass
spreading
until it shatters
Causing you
to cease to exist
let alone
ever flourish
There’s just no way
I could let that ever happen
That delicate bird I call love
must pass on by
I cannot strive towards it
It must land softly
on my shoulder, whistling into my ear
Of how this is their favourite
place to be
Because you’ve made a decision
you belong
not where I make you stay
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