How to Love a Witch (magick spell)

Be bold

To be brave

To be honest enough

To be yourself

Not the self

That you have learned

Not the self you think

But the self you truly are

The one with no past 

And no future

No strings attached

Or guilt

Or fear

Or shame

To be judged

To be criticized

To be bullied

For being funny

For being weird

For being present

For being human

- That beautiful creature

Made of mud and soil

And desire and dreams...

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Oh and don't bring her flowers

Bring herbs and berries

Mushrooms and feathers

And bones and stones 

And sounds in conch shells

And let her do the magick!

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep 
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allen Poe

The emptiness of that embrace

Between untimely calls and taxis

Eggs and capuccinos and avocados

And other fancy named 

Nutrient less snacks and gibberish

Were you even there for a second?

Have you ever been there at all?

I love your burgundy shirt

The one that looks so fancy and tidy

But needs to be covered by a sweater

Because it is full of holes and stains

I love your burgundy shirt

The one your dad gave you

Just before he died

Because he loved to see you looking

Smart and beautiful as you are

As i do...

I love your burgundy shirt

And i wonder if i'll ever get to see it again.

Ser Luzia

Ser Luzia

A lúcida

A sábia

A bruxa

A maga

A que cuida

E a que apaga

A que rejeita

Mas também afaga

A que repete

E nunca acaba

Clareza crua

Ante a vida 

Que corre nua

Implacável

Terrivelmente bela.

Who's afraid of the big bad body?

Bodyless zombies

Drifting around, numb

Crashing into each other

Looking for solutions

That will never come

For problems that never were

In their overflowing heads

So detached from the senses

They can't even realize

Their own pain

Their own smell

Their own taste

Their own touch

Bodies screaming

Look at me!

Let me guide you!

I know!

No reply

No movement

Thoughts

And more thoughts

Strategies

Games

Distractions...

Divine creatures

Walking miracles

Gifted with

So much life

And possibilities

Forgetting

How enormously

Wonderful

And complete

And wise

They always were.

The cowerdice

Of emotional sabotage

The saddness 

Of lost opportunity

The emptiness

Of fading connection

The shame

Of feared intimacy

The waste

Of love and joy...

- Oh fuck it!