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August 8, 2014 / victoriaandreking

5th Corner

Some say I’m irresponsible
Just trying to escape.
From what?! I want to scream,
From my grave ‘fore it’s too late?

I haven’t really lived as yet,
My soul’s too young to die,
Not born to work five days a week
And spend weekends getting “high”.

Morality… Fidelity…
Run grab them while you can.
Security… Monotony…
Those walls are all a sham.
Where is the 5th corner?
A different point of view?
I’ve been in every corner,
Turning, turning like a screw.
Round and round I go,
I know those corners all too well.
There has to be a 5th somewhere,
Even if a gate to Hell.

I’m not afraid of Hell these days,
I’m already living there…

Living this caged vertigo
Isn’t “living” anymore.
Where is that 5th corner or the door?

You can be a dragon lady
or become a trophy wife.
There are many lovely packages,
From which to choose your life.

Just climb aboard the gravy train,
It’s all been prearranged.
They’ll even pay your ticket,
If you’re suitably deranged.

Morality… Fidelity…
Run grab them while you can.
Security… Monotony…
Those walls are all a sham.
Where is the 5th corner?
A different point of view?
I’ve been in every corner,
Turning, turning like a screw.
Round and round I go,
I know those corners all too well.
There has to be a 5th somewhere,
Even if a gate to Hell.

I’m not afraid of Hell these days,
I’m already there…

Living this caged vertigo
Isn’t “living” anymore.
Where is that 5th corner or the door?

One part of me says “WTF”,
What is there to lose?
Everything is so screwed up,
Why not forget with pills and booze?

The other “me” screams in my head,
“At least you’ve got to try!
The point of your existence cannot be
Your soul must die!”

Morality… Fidelity…
Run grab them while you can.
Security… Monotony…
Those walls are all a sham.
Where is the 5th corner?
A different point of view?
I’ve been in every corner,
Turning, turning like a screw.
Round and round I go,
I know those corners all too well.
There has to be a 5th somewhere,
Even if a gate to Hell.

I’m not afraid of Hell these days,
I’m already there…

Living this caged vertigo
Isn’t “living” anymore.
Where is that 5th corner or the door?

NYC, October 1994

August 2, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Oneness aka The All

We are the All, each of us a point of light simultaneously interconnected with every other. Blogging is an act of sharing, of reaching out electronically to family, friends and every internet surfer out there who may stumble upon your stuff and recognize a little piece of themselves in what you write. In short the world wide web is just a reflection of the cosmic reality that exists but of which many simply aren’t yet aware. We are all one, we just don’t know it yet :D

July turned out to be Poetry month here on my blog. That’s what happens when one finally starts sorting through years of accumulated files (and I literally mean boxes of ancient hand written musings on yellowed spiral notebook paper, paper napkins, take away bags…). Now my literal house cleaning has momentarily given way to virtual maintenance of my electronic spacial existence.

My first quest was to get caught up with my notifications (a futile quest, I never seem to manage to actually get caught up…) and low and behold there was one from a favourite blogger of mine: http://www.wildonewithin.wordpress.com and all my other quests were suddenly shifted to the back burner.

She had posted an animated .gif and asked her readers to share their thoughts. What follows is my rather long winded comment, inspired both by the post itself but also by several of the comments. Thank you eM for getting my brain revved up this fine Saturday morning!

COMMENT
Words are labels for concepts – until you experience and embody the concept any word remains just a label, a bundle of syllables. Cliches are what happen when words are used to sell things to people that have not yet experienced or embodied that concept, by people who may or may not have experienced but certainly not yet embodied the concept.

In my humble opinion the words (Oneness, Awareness, Acceptance, Thankfulness, Respect, Service, Strength, Kindness, Wisdom and Love) are all thought provoking. I have had the blessing of both experiencing and embodying those concepts within the concentric circles of the self, the other(s) and the All. It is the little cartoon “.gif dude” which promotes a stereotype: the barefoot bearded sage. Is he supposed to be Jesus? Heraclitus? Jim Morrison? Is the equation ‘beard = wisdom + barefoot = humble x masculine form = Logos = “The Word”?

How would people react to the message were it being presented using a “feminine” .gif – say Mary Magdalene, Hypatia of Alexandria or Mother Teresa? Regardless though of who or whatever does the presenting, those 10 concepts are vital to an healthy existence.

Expressing gratitude is a gracious art and a cornerstone of genuine communication. Most of us, myself included, don’t do so often enough. The immediacy and thus perceived “urgency” of modern communication technology has in many ways stripped the elegance from how people address one another – reducing holistic communication to a rapid fire exchange of information akin to Morse Code.

I for one am grateful every time a lovely post like eM’s provides a welcome respite from the perceived urgency surrounding me. That is why friends, be they virtually or literally holding your hand, are so important: we remind each other that the small things do matter and have the potential to inspire great happiness!

July 28, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Love Some More

I used to know you, long ago,

when we were guided by the soul.

I loved your honesty, and your faith in me.

So why did you have to go?

 

Some say the fall of many men,

Is their surrender to what’s given.

They have failed to see we don’t live life for free.

Love is the price we pay, but when?

 

Just love some more,

Then you’ll pull through.

Even if it seems the world has turned its back on you.

Love gives you strength you need,

I don’t want sympathy.

I will stand upon my own.

 

Now I am strong and unafraid,

Despite cruel and unkind things we said.

I will go on to see, what the world holds for me.

My love for you has set me free!

 

I loved some more, and here I am.

Now I think I know exactly where I stand.

It’s a warm place, I never knew.

The whole world breaks down to me and you.

 

Just love some more,

And you’ll pull through.

Never believe that the world does not love you.

Love gives you strength you see,

No need for sympathy,

The love that you have will set you free.

 

VAK – Los Angeles, 26th May 1988

July 22, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Fountain of Youth

The well looks dry.

Be still,

hear the water,

still running beneath the surface.

You must dig deeper.

 

The water is.

Cool and clear,

while the mud is in our eyes,

and hearts,

and minds.

 

Our hands,

must tear the soil,

to unearth that precious blood,

the life giving flood,

that cleanses the world unseen.

 

The light may burn,

when your eyes first open.

The darkness of mind,

is consumed.

Ashes of vanity scattered by the wind.

 

Drink deeply.

Saturate your soul till it bursts

its paper constraints.

Drink not for granted.

You may yet drown in your own ambition.

July 16, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Birth Shock

From far away I caught a glimpse,

A light my reason could not hold.

Haunting dark reality,

too bitter to accept,

too solid to deny,

mocking,

titillating,

pleading,

Pushing me into far corners,

while the known and the unknown collide.

 

Stripped,

I dove into hostile waters.

Racing with sharks and other creatures of the depths,

like myself.

 

Beyond exhaustion,

beyond pain,

I extended my fragile limbs.

With none to embrace me…

 

I,

a gorgon,

had turned all I loved to stone.

 

From the cauldron emerged a granite precipice.

Emitting eerie light,

it penetrated the darkness of my thoughts.

 

The noxious waves cast me upon that stony flesh,

to which I clung.

There I firmly planted the seeds which burst my skull.

Some distant day, to bear fruit.

 

Still that oasis showers me with razor rock.

Birds,

crabs,

other scavengers peck relentlessly at my back.

Trying my will in vain,

this too shall pass…

 

I have forged roots,

which neither stone,

nor steel,

nor vanity can daunt.

My roots reach the core of this world,

and beyond.

They drink from deathless springs which nurture through their trials.

 

I am but a part of this fierce,

flesh tearing womb.

Standing determined,

I plunge my feet beyond the murky depths.

My hands soar to caress the stars, our neighbors.

My mind conceives my own existence.

 

Here I shall remain,

till others emerge from the cauldron.

Navigate the seething entrails of understanding,

savor freedom,

imbibe the bitter sweet blood of life.

 

VAK – Athens 1993

July 15, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Fission

The wicked tricks of a clever mind,

derailing the train of thought.

Making love to me with your diploma.

 

My mind skips a beat.

 

Confronted with your persona,

I won’t dance.

I hear another vision.  Harmonious.

 

The longings of my deepest core.

 

I must dance alone,

along a blade of glass.

Slicing into the world of dreams…

 

VAK Athens, 1992

July 14, 2014 / victoriaandreking

Public Relations

I don’t know her.

We never met.

My laughter falls in place of tears,

concealing amazement at vanity’s cruelty.

 

In this ghost city,

were words bullets,

corpses would grin from each cafe,

ignorant of their own assassination.

 

Words are bullets,

which backfire.

Ego speaks and the words strike,

spiritual blood spilled indiscriminately.

 

Life drains away,

leaving fragile,

bitter, shells

behind.

 

VAK – Athens, 1989

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