A Manifesto

I am me.
My authenticity is raw intensity. 
I am magic. Powerful. 

A force to be reckoned with. 

I am love and light. 

I run with wolves and dance with the moon. 

I chase butterflies and open my heart to change. 
I am wildly loyal
and love with my raven heart.
I am opening
to the universal order and trusting my self. 
I am a writer.
My witch and my craft are not mutually exclusive. The pen is my wand. My words will heal. Alchemy is real. 

The map of my hand fills my life line with poetry. My heart line is no longer beating itself up-my fists have come unclenched from the things that are no longer meant for me.  

I am work and working
Process and progress. 

I am learning. 
Not all things require my energy. 

Not all people think the way I do, and this is a blessing. 

No is a complete sentence.
I am learning
To be gentle with my confusion. 
My feelings guide me, but do not rule me.
Asking for help does not make me weak. 

My shadow does not scare me. 

I feel fear, but I am not afraid. 

I feel angry and hurt. 

I am allowed. 

I am joy and pleasure. 
I am unlearning and
I am healing. 
          I dream

                      And

                             believe

In magic and music and the power of tiny puppies. 

I am yoga. 
Strong and bendy.
Slow and balanced. 

I am embodied. 
I am on purpose. 

Two Magics

Warm intention

Turns to cold

Abandon she

Couldn’t hold 

My magic right
I loved her 

Fierce and steady

Through all her

Not yet ready
Collecting lucky pennies

To throw in her wishing

Well turning around well

Wishes forever missing
Time knows nothing

Of two broken heartbeats

Held tight together by 

Voiceless retreats
I am looking for more

Space to run free

Screaming truth 

My happy knows more

Than she ever cared to
I want to be held

Like a crystal ball

A soft gentle knowing

That this is where two

Magics become one

Scars

I wonder if

You still have that scar 

From that burn

Hiding under your watch

On your left wrist
And when you check the time

Do you know if it’s right?
There is a vein that runs

From our heart straight to our left ring finger. 

That’s why we put our 

wedding rings there. 
But that was as close

as I could get then.  
I told you I burn everyone

I love. Sometimes

On purpose. Sometimes 

By accident. 
But you were different. 

You were always different.
I wonder if you have that burn mark

I wonder if you ever think of me. 

I wonder if it’s time. 

 

Boomerang

Esoteric

First kiss fireworks 

Independence Day
One line

I am magic

Kissing on a chair

In the middle of

the art show
Trains and

Rooftops

Sunrise kisses
I was Cinderella

She pulled a Switchblade

It was Love at first light

November

Night rain 

Leaf collecting

Promises
I know the secret to 

shaving around the knee

Relax
The scream

Filling sheets with sun

On a winter morning

Solo adventures
perfect company

Her smile 
Isn’t the same

Christmas full moon magic
Maybe we could be

Something brilliantly different
If we’re brave enough 

To catch it

If we’re brave enough
Something brilliantly different

Maybe we could be
Christmas full moon magic

Isn’t the same
Her smile

perfect company
Solo adventures

On a winter morning

Filling sheets with sun

The scream
Relax

shaving around the knee

I know the secret to
Promises

Leaf collecting 

Night rain 

November
It was Love at first light

She pulled a Switchblade 

I was Cinderella 
Sunrise kisses

Rooftops

Trains and
The art show

In the middle of

Kissing on a chair 
I am magic

One line
Independence Day

First kiss fireworks

Esoteric

Exorcism

I met the shaman’s hands

Bending at my own crooked will

My need to heal all the pain I had 

Taken from her was imminent 
Years she possessed me 

Draining me of all my passion

Replacing it with poison

In my head and heart
I collected dusty remnants and 

Called it love. Her lust for power and 

Everyone who wasn’t me

Extinguished my inner light
These demon lovers

That silence our screams
I ached to get her out of me

So I could find my voice again
The shaman’s hands working with my own

Magic inside I expelled her

 demonic prize 

A green mass from deep in my guts. 
Cured. 

Amulet

My heart is made of fire
Pushing flames to the tips of my fingers and the edge of my lips.

Reminding you of all the times we
Had nothing left to burn.

I keep time in my back pocket
Reminding me to never look back
Pushing me always in forward circles.

My body holds all the power
I will ever need.
The magic is in the way
You move with me.

Hold my fiery fingertips
Lick the flames from my lips.
Cradle my charred heart

Memories fall like cinders
Waiting to catch again.
The burning keeps me alive.

A flamethrower’s lungs
Breathing harder and hotter
As you move with me.