arrabella.anastasia.penelope.monique.amore`

....also known by th fairic name, 'forest storm'.



ARRABELLA THE CHANGELING
arrabella woz th 'naughtiest girl in school'(character from an enid blyton book i read at 7) and william began 2 identify more as her as a boy; william startd 2 die thru incompatibility with my persona & soul when i woz 5 1/2;i got caught with my sister dressing in her clothes;my parents went bezerk; my father especially thru fear wot his 'frenz' would do. i wouldn't stop; i felt wonderful wen i dresd(felt more comfortable & natural, hornier as i sexually developed later, an affinity with & caring 4 myself as dressing az a grl ment u took more attention 2 your whole self-th 1st time i read pornography i got more turnd on by feeling th fantasy of being physically developed az a woman & wearing the clothes, makeup & lingerie they wore 2 attract men;having men want me sexually) & secretly did so whenever i thort i cood get away with it;my sister chickened out as i started 2 get beaten for it(pretty serious 2, no shit-i'm not making this up). but william, being th william they would hav luvd sukkd...how boring, flat, one dimensional...arrabella.....

but life got reeeeellly scary at about age eight-my father/mother startd catching me with regularity...beatings got more severe; getting thrown around a room in2 wallz, being threatnd with a lump of wood swinging fast near my hed....my frenz who i had told my preferences 2 startd 2 turn(1st signz anti-hom in my social grouping-every1 competing for masculinity 2 impress grlz now we were moving 2wards relationships)..sorry 2 bring u down with this but this iz th way arrabella was born...so arrabella went secret & thru th persecution, grew stronger....with later years she added other middle names as her femininity burgeoined & she blossomed from a cd 2 a tv(mayb 1 day she can liv this way full time...)with dreamz & hopez of gender reassignment thru hormonal assistance; anastasia 2 represent her spirituality(witchcraft), penelope 2 represent fully her affinity 4 femme homeliness(ie;crafts & cooking,etc), monique 4 her femme style & artistic flair.

she truly iz wonderfully pleezd 2 meet u;2 make th acquaintance of another woman such as herself...

ciao,
amore`....

butterflies r free...
so 2 should b we.








SUM POETIC WASTE 2 TAKE UP SPACE


changed title/bastardized 2 'arrabella.nobody'[orig. an amazing Emily Dickinson piece]


....arrabella nobody....

XXVII

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody! 5
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson, poem from the series ‘Life’ in The complete poems of Emily Dickinson




& a modern piece bi moiself.......


..UNTITLED..


i'm new 2 the craft but old 2 it of the soul.........
born of a solemn swearing,
a long, a mournful moan;
i gave & sold my very soul,
a promissory pledge
repeated since times of ol`-
-
-

to the light voided darkness
which dwelleth within-
for the lust & greatness of magic
& evil
& to the glorious fae din.




[ where, oh where, do I b-gin? ]
[ letz start at the end ]
[ witch iz the b-gin ]
[ letz start at the end ]
[ where the darkness b-gan…………]
[ letz start at the end ]
[ at mah detri---ment ]
[[………this is the end, beautiful friend the end……………………………………]]

{Jim Morrison…for the dead can never end}

yeah jim, yeah






at seven lonely trite years old
My mind, my heart, my soul...

was cold.
was old.
through the abyss of our collective spirits
cold wind did blow..
...to take me home
for it’s chosen own.

come take me home





it’s barter so cheap
and trade not long-
a swindled sale,
a dirge as a song...

the sale of my spirit
for a simple song
for a simple song..

Won’t you sing along...?





yes u can make
your merry rhyme;

make the witching hour...
your sacred,
craziest
& maddezt
of all timez..
(sista, hav u got a dime?)

if u can take
the faeic time;

make the wing-ed waifs...
your only,
entrusted
& harboured
of kind..

(butt, thizz iz th end..)




then u can chant
a spell in time;

and dance with folk sublime...
fly away,
move your feet
arms & mind
in time..

(beautiful frend, the end)





yes u can die az if u liv
if 2 I
your iwn eternal soul
thou doth giv
doth giv
doth giv
doth giv………

do u fukkin diggg? do u fukkin’ diggg?

(man)

??????







[[heyy, mistuh tambourine man, play a song for me- i’m not sleepy and there]]
[[ain’t no place uhm goin’ to…………… heyy, mistuh tambourine man, play a song]]
[[for me- in thuh jingle jangle morning uhll come fo-llowing youuu..]]

{who sang that????}









so yeah

i'm new 2 the craft
but old 2 the soul-

born of solemn swearing,
a sale centuriez old.




[[she walks these hills]]
[[in a long black veil]]
[[she visits muh grave]]
[[when thah night winds wail………]]

{{Nick Cave}}





i giv & sell my very soul,
in return
no ritches, no gold

a promissory pledge-
and the knowlej (& visionz)
once heard (& teachingz)
once learnt
now known

THE GIFT OF A FAIRIC SOUL & A WITCHES’ BLACKENED THRONE..



to the light voided darkness
which dwelleth within-
2 the love of all witchcraft
that never shalt end
2 the glorious fae din
& magic therein.






***Anastasia Amore`***