Karma

Something you should know
Today has come about
Finally, freedom is here
Long ago, even though I remember well
I broke your friend’s heart
to join paths with you
Side by side
Hand in hand
I found it all within you
All there could ever be found
Love, betrayal and most of all -- punishment.
It is all mine and always was meant to be mine
The karmic spell I released
Found its way into what I called my life than
It creeped up months after even years
It quadrupled in strength
It was a giant
Like a mad woman I would ask endlessly
How could this be?
Prytell how could it?
Today I know the answer lies within me
I am the past and the present and the future too
My sins are washed away with the tears I shed
My heart speaks clearly and honestly
From it saw the misery I put another through
It was a relay if you will
A game we did not know we were ought to play
To seal fate, to balance even
I wish for forgiveness from the boy who carried an evolutionist’s name
Rightfully so, we evolved, until the karmic journey swept it all elsewhere
Something you should know
Today I have tied the knots of my guilt and pride
Tomorrow will come about
With a different scent, a fresh summer like wind will pass.
Carrying my thoughts elsewhere.
What was had to be
And what could have been
Need not to plea
Today has come about to reward my patience
I believe in karma,
Today I have signed the document of mine.
Something you should know.

12.13.06

Two Journeys

To my journey I say come on
To the oracle of choice and future I grant a smile
While there is so much faith in me
There is enormous plight in all I see
In my dreams I speak to the condors of the east
And while awake I follow the eagle’s swiftness
Circular motions, our heads spinning
The past and future come to the same conclusion
Although today the belly in my face is swirling
Swaying my eyes into the depth of my soul
Reaching for thoughts less than admirable
This state between sleep and awake
Eventually it ceases to exist
Much like all else within us and within nature
With the world far from our feet
Shall we replenish or continue the belly dance feasts?
I must agree both are at stake, my mind and the heart that keeps tingling
Until they both unite to save it all in grace.

December 2006

Memory

My body does not remember

The doorstep on my building recalls

The three unpainted bricks on Cornwall street sigh with memories

Why do I not rekindle any of what was?

Is it so deeply buried in my head?

Unsuspecting folk run by me as the water runs out of the faucet

I sulk I smile

I crave and I cave into bliss

You ask time and time again..

Reconsider and forget the fear

I attempt to plea I do not feel fear

Nor do I feel desire, love or lust

For you to reconsider to ask once more and again

To not feel or feel the great fog settling in

What is the catch in the scene between you and I?

The past I say, truth and kindness

Take you on a journey

Similarly it can rekindle your spirit

To fly and pass the unpainted part of the house

That knows you so well

And then your body will stop asking

For you and I.

11.26.06

Same Yet Not Alike

Strolling through these woods makes me smile

When I feel the playful wind breeze by me and make the leaves sing

Song which sounds the same as before yet there isn’t one that is exactly alike

I don’t mean this to sound cute or some such

Just a way you make me feel,

Always the same yet very different each time

Like a deck of cards you pick one hoping it will bring you luck in game

I no longer await that card

Each chance I ride to its full eclipse

If watching the stars at night in the middle of nowhere

While the fireworks were going up into the dark sky

Which opens its arms and accepts the intrusion as if

It was always intended

Kind of like you

Always intended and now rising to the occasion

I open my arms to your intense rising,

May you be the card or the cherry tree from early childhood memories

Time is not always kind but it is right, in any case

And the cherry story you ask

Do you see the albatross story in your days of youth as I?

It’s correlation to a new start, hope and chance in a form of a child?

I dream of less than perfect prunes filling up a deep bowl resting on a wooden porch

Sewed with the shadow’s of a man’s life

My grandfather made when his albatross has made his visit known

I shared something with you yesterday

We swung the afternoon away, it was decorated with sunrays

Which were calm and beyond gentle

Back when I was a child in Europe

We all had such a summer house

There was a huge cherry tree in my neighbor's garden

Of course a long thick rope was attached to it’s strongest of branches

We’d climb up the cherry stairs grab a handful of wine red pairs

Dress them over our ears no matter boy or girl

Swung for hours on end in bliss

There maybe you see it too, how simple and true.

Always it sings and sounds the same yet it’s never alike,

Like you, like I, like the moon at night.

On 9.5.05

NOSTALGIA

Nostalgic we may be today
Sitting in a circle and passing a tale
Tomorrow's waking will sever our ties with the past
In moments the future floats
As hope springs a new flotilla
Into the sea's hands
Knowing is not understanding
Remembering is not stalling
Hoping is not pretending
Loving is not weakening
I stood here by this tree
Shortly after it was planted
I was on high ground and almost touching
The sky's gates
Then I grew some more
And the tree eventually caught up
And grew even taller
If I saw the tree today
Could I see myself standing beside it
The platinum hair and a polka dot hat?
You think?
I agree
Nostalgia is a friendly neighbor of the soul
To say the least
Knowing fortunes is knowing when you took your first step
Remembering reasons is always second hand to gathering
An image one placed away in a well of memories
None are forgotten,
Trust if you will and the return to the tree
You outgrew then
Will take its grace in a moment's pass
Nostalgia I greet you
With open arms
Again.


By Lucie Teichmann
7/30/05 to counterpart/to follow VS's "Nostalgia"

One Year of Pashiks

Today four seasons have been
And a life has been lived
If not now then when do I say
The heart is truer than birth
And more certain than death unto us all
Thank you for 365 days that will remain
Always
Four
Three
Two of us
One thought


I love you today as I have loved you now for a while
More than I ever imagined…

From Pashikus
The second
To the pashik the very first


9.4.06

CREEPER

Could not hear past the grinding of my thoughts
Not yesterday who knows if today will go any different
But one extremely burning thought has risen swiftly
It has yet to fall and retreat to the woods of the unpleasant
Creeper I may name it for its existence is now more than ever
Present and although a future one may never arrive
To demolish what has so soundly been built for months
Can it but take a creeper for a night?
Blank lines, empty sheets and what is bound in between
My pen has not dipped and my inkbottle has dried up
Today I aid to the creeper and just for now
Tomorrow although is it as uncertain as any part of life
It will shine through on me and then on the creeper
That I am and you are and we are one
Creeper dearest I hold you dear today
And welcome you amongst us
Because you are me and within and part of
Never do I ask to withhold any of what has become
Creeper of mine
I ask you humbly to flee
So I can pick up my pen and refill the pages with countless flights
More eloquently you say?
Be gone!
Speak no further and create no delays.

Take a bow

Let me take a bow

I want the tips of my hair to touch the ground

In your honor

You don’t require

Allow me to celebrate

All the benevolence within you

Throw some fireworks into the air

On a cold April day

Chills you may experience

But how could one compare

I stand tall to call

You one of a kind

To sit calmly and deny

Would only be a way of a fool’s mind

Today is rolled out for you, smile

Don’t stop, create and continue

May it never end, your patience

And bravery alike

I look to the sun and to the moon

Thereafter today has gone by

And you have seen both

Finding what’s important

Your one and only true heart

Knowing your steps

Will lead you on and here on out

May you never stop.

For Brian K. celebrating his bday

April 3, 2006

Smoky

Smokey shades of you appear in the daylight

They are welcoming and still

I know not of you or into you

Who you are or may be is as unclear

As the day’s after today agenda

Soldier of your wicked mind

You dare to deviate from a thrill

Recalling your own fleeting will

Soaking your elbows in your past

Lifting your prose into the future

I do heart your stories and

Shameless act of random inappropriate jokes

Which speak high in fantasy, torture and violence

Even if I may not see it they are rich in fortune

Might you be the boy that pushed

The hot dog stand down the subway stairs?

No need for lavish or the beautiful

Only the eyes see

These truths are forbidden in the tower of the victorious

You remain without a staple

Without a trace of alteration of any kind


3.27.06

Devil's Own (from my older files)

Devil's own way it has become
I have been through it all
It seems so,
Picture perfect
Hell on earth
Now I am wondering and crossing the two lines
Stuck between a rock and a wooden tile
How can I forget?
Why wasn't it said?
Like the clouds before the storm unleashes
My mind is dark, gloomy and senseless
Ungrateful is truth when it comes too late
Frightened I am to seek it again, from you or someone else
Cruelly I learned of another world
World so close to mine, almost identical
No longer I feel identified, pure if you will
The tree's branches are heavier by many giant birds
They look far into the horizon
I follow their stare
In hopes I will see what they see
And will be able to flare
My heart to believe in you
Once and again
Before I met the king of heat,
The feisty underground man
I knew nothing of fear,
I was not aware of who I really am
But then I faced a meeting of a lifetime
Devil's own I became into what I am now
Creature of full might, I don't blame you, not a bit
Closer to home the fierceness hits
I could describe the place and time
Somewhere between oceans and rivers which are unkind.
Now you and I are meeting for the last time,
Or perhaps not
One can never tell future pages of the book unwritten
If you see me in your way, walk on, as I will do the same.
Devil's own private sale.

11.13.04