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
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
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
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.
Carping sentiments cascade from you’re mouth might be reflected
From a tired mind, a heavy heart that’s been neglected
Your tiny lies piling up into a collection
As though you’re unaware to whom they’re being directed
With every bit of self doubt it’s not only yourself who’s become infected
No awareness of how an attitude so demonizing may be subjected
You say you’re more than qualified as the antithesis of perfect
Yet you fail at convincing me of you’re insignificance
You try to insist that I believe
that you must be nothing special
but if that were true there would be no way to achieve
an aura so magnetizing
Why, I must be misconceived, I must have become delusional
What possibilities are there to show you the light within you is provable
If a daisy could deflect it’s own simple charm
By measuring itself to rose or an orchid
It’s pointed out it’s own point of view has grown distorted
Stop fretting about the sun or the moon
being in the correct alignment
There are some things we may never change, like a a matter of our climate
I sway from high & low
untouched heavens I long for, but needing to feel the dirt where spreading roots may grow
In the lightness of air there may be nothing below me to keep me grounded
Frightened of a universe unfounded
But this land has reached it’s search for grounds where no footprints hide
I keep looking back to see if something new will appear from behind
it is all
but syllables and letters
rhetoric & noise
until you live and experience
true illusion destroyed
equilibrium hangs in waiting
A path no one can afford
Without letting go of
the block to hit the chord
the letters form words
falling upon deaf listeners
repeating mantra and song, but know not what toward
but the one’s who
truly understand
need no signs
nor commands
See, words they have no meaning
at least here in a sense
without finally knowing
the life they represent
~ Victoria Josephine 2014
Remember how we’d secretly slip
a tightly crafted note, wrapped like a present
on my desk, and into my hands I held
This secret letter, to know what’s inside, I felt compelled
I would run off into
the girls washroom
Excitement ran through
My mind
As I opened up your note
Anticipating what you wrote
We were to meet
Behind the gates, outside the hockey rink
Both of us agreed
we would act on count of three
Dead of winter, after school
The air was dry and cool
Couldn’t stand anymore, the countdown we waited for
Your lips as cold as ice, it was quick but nice
A first kiss in winter
So sweet
Only once more
To repeat
“You don’t need to see different things, but rather to see things differently.”
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