RECLAIMING YOUR DIVINITY THROUGH POETRY AND SELF-EXPRESSION
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.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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.
POEMS FROM THE POETRY BOOK, EDEN
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.
Justice
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.
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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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