Writer & Poet | Escritor y Poeta
by Luis S. González-Acevedo…
North Star of the Deep Black Sky
Sacred Book of Spells do conjure
from death true lovers’ fate
severed by the ocean’s torture.
I pray: “New bonds of loving lust create.”
Call upon these gentle spirits and let them fly,
so the legend of their lust & love ablaze
becomes the North Star of our deep black sky.
I pray: “Their lustful love, do save.”
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo…
Prince Connell’s Grave
The book you seek
and the one who benefits from its spells
await at the stony feet
of royalty, protected by Prince Connell’s
Grave. The love & lust of lovers’ fate
severed by an ocean –the Book of Spells may save.
Stonehenge
Within the field and meadow
of an ancient forest passed
lies Stonehenge, megalithic echo
of heroic stories, songs and our immemorial past.
Among its magic stones recite
the final verses in the Book of Spells inscribed.
The wonderlust of love ignite
for those in love and severed by the sea’s divide.
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo…
Love, Death & Beyond
We’ve set ourselves as seals upon our hearts and lives,
but floods of darkness dawned and the waters’ forceful rise
eclipsed my waning breath from you and veiled my fainting eyes.
The mournful torrents of longing sorrow could never quench our love’s
ascending flight nor break with silence the flutter of its doves;
’cause in the end, you and I, we shall embrace forevermore:
our lips and kisses wet as waters’ flow on the joyful night
when love shall seal our hearts and lives once more.
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo…
I.
Dayton in fright…
The Book of Spells on-site…
II.
In Woodland Cemetery, the black arts rest.
Spells in a columbarium niche for the dead…
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo…
Burn the books of old
and hold the Book of Spells to heart.
Delight in the burning smell
while walking into fiery Hell.
Close your eyes… And start
the return to vibrant life once your enchanted soul is sold.
–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
