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The Spell

Welcome back to the fold.
I am met by witchcraft and gold.
Here I am, spell in hand,
Ready to meet God's demand.
I sacrifice my blood tonight
So that I might win this fight.
Grant my wish and I promise you,
You'll have my life, my word is true.



For anyone who needs a spell with a bit of sacrifice, I'm like 99% sure if you write this one on a piece of paper, soak it in your blood, recite it and burn it, whatever you want will totally come true.  A bit of voodoo never failed anyone.  ever.
Also, this was a drunk angry poem...so you know it's like...really powerful.

Conquistadora

It seems my ship's run aground.
Time to explore the land I found.
Let's disembark and set up camp.
Hurry up, boy!  Set up the ramp!
I'll forge a path with my machete.
My name will eclipse Dante Rossetti.
We'll capture savages and steal gold.
My crew will tell you, it never gets old.
I am the blood of the conquistadora.
Whatever I want, I'll do it ahora.
I know no bounds and wear no chains.
I'll clear it all, until nothing remains.
I've always known I was meant to lead.
Enemies beware,  I'll make you bleed.




Modified English sonnet for the suckers.
Also I'm pissed as soldier ant right now.  I'm ready to prove anyone wrong about anything.  Yes, it's one of those nights.

The Final Adventure

Lay me down, bury me in the ground,
An unmarked grave, so I won't be found.
I have one request, I want to rest.
I'm ready, all my sins I have confessed.
More tired and worn than the day I was born,
I beg you to lay me beneath the Jerusalem thorn,
And let me wait for rebirth as it is fated.
Let me experience all that is debated.
I want to see her burst through the light.
Into Death's arms, I walk without fright.
I need no pyramid, no monument, no fuss.
For the living, what's left is for them to discuss.
The honest truth is that all I truly need
Is that moment when I know I'm freed.
And while to you, it seems like a risky venture,
To me, the rest is just an adventure.




Finally, a poem about death that isn't depressing and filled with suffering.  I'm fascinated by the Reaper, Valkyrie, and Death.  That's one of the reasons I love Hamlet so very much.  It's an analysis of death and what it means to the living.  Death is boring when it's viewed alone; same story for life.  I'm not interested in immortality (whether it comes in this life or the afterlife, I think it's totally overrated and most likely a curse).  However when you view Life and Death together, suddenly they're both very weighty and very intimidating (that's why people kill themselves, and it's the same exact reason people are afraid to die).  One gives the other meaning.  That is so fascinating to me...Kind of like hot and cold...or good and evil.  But just way better than those combos.

Note: No, I don't happen to be goth or depressed.  I'm just another weird poet with a fascination for the morbid.

Stillness

Sometimes I want to freeze time.

And although my plants wouldn't grow

And my cat wouldn't cuddle

I could languish in the stillness of my heartbeat.

April 18th, 2011

Rosa

Rosa - Found Poem (Click Here)

Rosa was published by Autumn Letters back in June 2010.  Check out this found poem describing one of my favorite characters from Isabel Allende's "House of The Spirits".

Great News For The Kingdom!

Whether or not future expansion takes place, the word is spreading.  My poetry has been published once again.  If you can, check me out in Tidepools 2012 when it's released in June!

Lovingly,
Your Queen