I fall in love with people who dance with the moon.
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@poem-spells
I fall in love with people who dance with the moon.
Nils Brandstädter (Journals - How it ripped out my heart)
Working on poetry books is tedious at times. Today required self love. #selfie #poetess (at Elko, Nevada)
*scribbles* She scribbles words And fevered visions Talks to the angels Her heart Devine Ancestral spirits Haunt her waking She channels visions And hearts breaking Holding steady She’s no one’s bitch “Fuck your box” She screams at the moon Inside she aches With rage, Mind racing But she won’t give up Her fears she’s slaying On a bedsheet canvas She burns down Babylon Conquering dictators And destiny You think she’s crazy But the inside of her mind Is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #writersofig #wordporn #poetry #poetess #scribble #poemspells #photopoetry (at The Fucking Desert)
at The Fucking Desert
*making* One sturdy needle From a family heirloom Two sea shells, One pink one blue Two scraps of cloth From the robes of the shaman A palm full of juniper Harvested at Samhain A dried piece of Amanita And a pinch of Mary Jane A small herb pouch Made of a witches stalking Four beads made of pearl Two beads made of brass Four cut like prisms, Beads made out of glass All of these things For a sacred making The object you seek Is inside you waiting But what about the seeds That I left in the jar? One seed for each point On the chaos star Plant one near Plant one far away Plant the third for a child Plant the fourth to find your way Plant the fifth little seed In your sacred place Keep the last three in the pouch Until your dying day So when they plant your body Six feet in the ground Bursting forth from your chest Three stalks of maize will sprout One for your body, And the legacy you leave Two for the universe And it’s duality Three for the spirit Traveling infinity Eight seeds to remember Death speaks In threes #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #writersofig #wordporn #poetry #poemspells #magic #making (at The Fucking Desert)
Sword fights at dawn in the desert #poetsofig #dawn #landscape #photography #nevada #elko (at The Fucking Desert)
Beautiful night in the canyon. 🌕 #fullmoon (at Carlin Tunnel)
Full moon, first snow #poetsofig #fullmoon #shaman #firstsnow (at Carlin Tunnel)
The mind... it’s more than you think #mind #manifest #bendreality #mindpower (at Elko, Nevada)
The universe is inside of my minds eye. Infinity is underneath My hat Like a rabbit Wandering along the edge of chaos Arranging what will be Adaptation To the mayhem Flattening out time, compressing spaces The butterfly effect Spread my wings Create changes Just one breath that’s placed perfectly among us Can destroy or manifest It can make Or erase us There is no book of fates, God can’t play us There is only what will be From what we’ve made, Prayers can’t save us. Arrange your house of cards, play with madness Destiny, just a scam Keeps us locked In the blueprint Shed the chains that bind up your thought process. Stirring dreams into the future With your sighs And your silence So if you think That nothing can save us Remember you can control all From the edges Of chaos. #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #writersofig #wordporn #poetry #chaostheory #edgeofchaos #poetess #poemspells #photopoetry #photography (at The Fucking Desert)
And witches shed the chains placed on them by society
They breathe with the earth
sing and dance to the tune of the moon
they fly with their wings at night
when their feet is not bound to earth
their spirits soar to places accesible
Only to those who’ve awakened their magick
“I often have to remind myself that you’re not a part of my life anymore.”
- My Heart Bleeds Poetry #37
Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
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From my upcoming book ‘Poem Spells Volume One’