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Updated: Jun 4, 2021

-An Introduction to the Poetry Book, Eden by KaSandra L. Turner, the Witch and Spiritualist of MAGICK OF EDEN

It has been quite a journey with the project that I have diligently worked on. For those of you who don't know, I have worked tirelessly on my newly published poetry book, Eden. Ahhh!! The process. The tears. The breakthroughs. The awakenings have all been extremely exhilarating and exposing. I have to be honest and say that vulnerability and accepting my emotions was the hardest part of my journey. Coming out to the world and exposing parts of my past in order to help souls like me reclaim their power is the greatest blessing I could have ever received. Having said that, I'd like to share a couple of poems with you. I hope that by reading these poems you are intrigued and called to dive within your depths through poetry as I have.



KaSandra is an American writer and poet whose mission is to seek truth and self-actualization through healing and integration. She is well known and respected for her ability to merge the arts of poetry and magick to help rejuvenate the hidden and rejected aspects of herself. She actively serves her community through providing tarot and oracle readings and provides guided messages for those she resonates with. "The art of poetry and writing is my inspiration and is the portal in which I travel through to discover the depth of worlds within my psyche. I have discovered my truth, validated my afflictions and have even overcome traumas. Poetry merged with magick has revealed the truest and most authentic parts of my being and is what I use to connect with others and the Divine." -KaSandra The intention behind KaSandra's writing is to reveal her gifts and talents to create a world of self-love. The purpose of her poetry is to reveal the intuitive journey of becoming whole and reclaiming divinity through magick and self-expression. She hopes that through her vulnerability she is able to spark a sense of purpose in the lives of others.



Oppression Maybe?

On the day where the sun

slapped me awake

I sat up feeling empty

like stomachache empty

nauseous with the fate

of meeting a reflection’s gaze

of unsatisfactory skin

painted with the beatings of them

I must have been ten

when I shrugged to the room

designed to lay away your waste

and wash away your sins

Only my sins swam secretly

from my crown to my toes

who left stains for prints

on that screaming cold floor

I opened the door

and that wind shoved me in

A coward I was

to soap my hands and hide

who exposes the fears

in my dilated pupils

things just seemed

much better looking down

at the dirt escaping

from my fingertips and prints

as it rushes through the pipes

leading to a land of vast waste

I envy that dirt

It belongs somewhere

It has its place

and I belong nowhere

except between four walls dancing

with my knowing that I deserve

the opposite of gold’s value and worth.

Nightmare of a Dream

I avoid my reflection in the river

as waterfalls rage down my cheeks

The poems of my tongue are bitter

when it’s my eyes I meet

Disgust fills the pits of their guts

when their eyes lay upon my skin

The erosion of my sin is a must

How dare I find the peace within?

The thorns of my roses slice deep

in the flesh of those who pluck

My roots wither and weep

melting memories into muck

Sprouting through cracks of concrete

seems to be what’s left for me

in this mysterious land of thought

A nightmare of a dream.

Dark Skin

There’s a sort of funny giggling

from pretty gals pacing in midnight

during streetlight hours

Their peach bodies devour the hour

Dark leather feathers

swallow silent skins

that die in daylight

They’d rather howl at night

below a heightened voluminous moon

wearing black and blue

Blue is my baffled heart when

she sees seas of curly haired girls

with good hair and skin of white silk

I sit discouraged when the mirror

reflects towards me

I bleed when I hear them down the street

mocking the worst parts of me

I often dream of wearing matching shirts

and sheets at parties to party

and talk about nails, cats and hats

Instead I’m seen as thrown away toys

to pretty little flowers

lighter than the sun’s gold.


That mid of night drowned me in waving thoughts

and scars that left me itching to my notions

Like stockings seducing prickly legs hoping

for a scratching rub that dissolves what haunts them most

Drifting and floating in a stream of Epsom salts,

spring water, lavender and jasmine flowers revealed my faults

My own raveling must have come from a fountain cemented

with clay on a day where the winds left it dented

I have searched with aching arms for a passion

that seeps through every wrinkle of my skin

I took a leap of unorthodox faith and found within

what I have yearned for in the eyes of wounded sheep

That night where the stars stared through my window

I was led to the window of my soul

I was leveled with chocolate pupils that glow

holding scars scouring and screaming for recognition

Justice tilted her head encouraging a vision

of a future that promised me wings of fire and gold

Those wintered summers ring louder than the calling

of a wounded fowl and growl of a city falling

I crawled to the holy one who hears my pleas

to be released of those burning blades of my memories

Justice wearing red and crowned carried me to my throne

where I had seen that my tears were caused by the damage of my own

beliefs of who I should have been to those women and men

Justice sat in the pits of my heart and burned when time was up

My detriments, afflictions, traumas and torments were cut

Sliced because she knew with her logic that I am worthy of love.


Internal Mother

I remember gazing through the cracks

of ground stapled with green blades

and puffy white flowers with yellow buds

The war of winds cut through my blackened

knees as I stayed out past streetlight hours

and showered in the laughter of those happy stars

The pregnant moon followed me as I pranced

and ran atop that earthy lawn wondering why

she followed me

I often wondered why I would find her there

changing, losing and gaining

her light on different days in the darkest of nights

What did she feel that I could hardly fathom

during the days I could faintly describe the reason

for the bleeding between a woman’s thighs?

I remember one crispy night in October I cried

whined and whimpered wanting to meet those dips

and dark spots of that celestial body

Anywhere was better than existing in the experience

of the crippling burn through my veins in a world

that gifted pain to clays that weren’t of tan and pretty

like rose flowers

The only ones I felt loved me with a dragon’s passion

were those stars and that motherly light because

without fail she followed and watched over me

She kissed me to sleep and made sure I dreamt

dreams of dolphins dolls and fairies

She faithfully peeked through my window on the nights

I wished I wasn’t breathing

She kept my heart beating

So that I may write this poem for you to read

and know that she loves you too,

without condition.


I hope you all are intrigued by these poetry teasers. Interested in purchasing a copy? They're available on amazon!

I set the intention that those who are meant to vibe with me vibe with me. I trust that with perfect timing, I am met with the abundance and love that my tribe has to offer. If you have read this far, thank you for basking in this moment with me. It is a gift that I will never take for granted.

Be bold. Be lovely. Be you. Blessed Be 🥀🖤


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