Poem: The Book of Spells | Page Five | I. Prince Connell’s Grave & II. Stonehenge

The Book of Spells is a short series composed of six poems, or six Pages.

The series’ themes are love, magic and dark arts.


Poem: The Book of Spells

Selected Verses:

Page Five

I.
Prince Connell’s Grave

…protected by Prince Connell’s
Grave. The love & lust of lovers’ fate
severed by an ocean –the Book of Spells may save.

II.
Stonehenge

…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.

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Poem: The Book of Spells | Page Four | Love, Death & Beyond

The Book of Spells is a short series composed of six poems, or six Pages.

The series’ themes are love, magic and dark arts.


Poem: The Book of Spells

Selected Verses:

Page Four

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…

~ ~ ~

’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.


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Poem: The Book of Spells | Page Three | II

The Book of Spells is a short series composed of six poems, or six Pages.

The series’ themes are love, magic and dark arts.


Poem: The Book of Spells

Selected Verses:

Page Three

II.

In Woodland Cemetery, the black arts rest.
Spells in a columbarium niche for the dead…


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Poem: México-Tenochtitlan

Poem: México-Tenochtitlan (translation of México-Tenochtitlan)

Selected Verses:

México-Tenochtitlan

(translation of México-Tenochtitlan)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

The night reigns.
The sun sleeps in the depths
of a blue mirror.
His eyes don’t see…

…In the countryside’s darkness,
running naked,
making way through the tropical flora,
desperate and anguished…

…Drops of dew kiss your emerald eyes.
They bring dreams and landscapes;
and even if you want to forget them,
your stained soul cannot.
Moctezuma, my father…
Who will tell your glory?…

…How your countenance changed!
When your powerless informants
revealed the dreaded news
of gods marching
toward your throne:
México-Tenochtitlan.
Sitting on the Aztec throne,
you lowered your head without words,
without weeping, without tears
and hurled your mortal cry…

…Cuauhtémoc, redeemer of the Aztec kingdom,
in your delirious struggle under the fire of arms
and shower of arrows,
seeing your people dead and injured,
you surrendered because your
México-Tenochtitlan no longer existed.

Cuauhtémoc suffered:
“I’ve done everything in my power
to defend my kingdom;
and my fortune has not been favorable.
Take my life; and with this,
you’ll bring the Mexican kingdom to an end.”

Don’t say to Cuauhtémoc:
“Don’t cry like a child
what you couldn’t defend like a man.”
He paid the price of freedom with his life.

…The sun glares at his mortal face
from the blue mirror as he illuminates the world.
Rising to his feet,
he sees his blended soul
stained with red mud reflecting in the water;
and he understands the dream…
Humans:
Black humans
Brown humans
Red humans
Yellow humans
White humans
Blended humans
Daughters & Sons of Cuauhtémoc
Heirs of paradise: México-Tenochtitlan

 

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Poem (translation): Princess

Poem: Princess

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Princess
(Translation of Princesa)

Princess with porcelain skin and crystal eyes,
accept the poem of this poet and noble…

…From the king’s court, I observe you
–from a distance in the tower that attracts my gaze.
And from that distance, your figure corrects my wrong;
because desiring you is not a sin.

Few are the days I’ve seen you close.
As your gaze penetrates mine,
reflected in your eyes I see my world.
Hold me with your lips; and through your eyes, I’ll enter…

…Torture me with your lips’ sweet graze
and the softness of your tongue…

Through my emerald eyes, you entered.
Around my mind, you stroll each night and day.
Tonight, I’ll capture you; and as you kiss me,
you’ll tender the lips that mine invade.

 

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