The curse of the Gods and the Fates I’ll take over any assuming joy in life with you
Lose my keys
They can be replaced
Lose my peace
It’s not worth your face
An apology
It’s not worth the wait
For my dignity to return
Disrespecting my decision for the incision of a sewing needle stitching up the cursed apple’s cut
I’ll bake a pie with every cursed apple’s slice and eat it whole before I look into your eyes
Always dead and cold
Trying to control and mold
I know you see me skies
Defying your intentions
Your cursed direction
I won’t follow
You want to break glass so I can limp
As a call from a wimp
I’ll take those shards and make mosaic hearts colored with my foot’s blood
Magic creators want to do good by invoking my name to heal the wicked presenting themself as a victim or perhaps the root workers know the truth and see nothing wrong with involving themselves in
None Of Their Business
Don’t ask your 4 corners to come see me
We may end up friends.
I dance with ghosts Embrace dark entities Laugh at mysterious noises Ride karma’s boomerang Protect my nest and Umbilical Extension
I see setbacks as a few step backs to gain more speed and height as I jump over
A Curse
Self inflicted or Sent
I know it’s worse
Returning to the source
Of misery
I rather live with the inconvenience of 7 lit wick days and nights
I got time
To pray for you and your dealers
I got time to welcome and see out your feelers
I got time to bless space and continue to erase
Your Source
The Gods and Fates can’t stand that I uncovered the Will they hid in me
Little Bitch
Yes I Am.
I don’t play with energy or manipulate existence
Because I’m mad
Or hurt disguising it as blame
You know my name
Say it all you want
There is no haunt
Than You Being What I Want.
My being in your palm.
The Gods and Fates must draw the curtains closed and separate
The Stars Crossed
Karmic knots
I’m leading the Way.
I’m a disrespectful victim
In every lifetime
Which makes me a very centered Victor
In every Lifetime.
What awaits after the coming of my day I’ll meet with full humility
As I said No to a life lived doing as I’m told. I ignore boogeymen and monsters under my bed.
I do not run scared into commanding holds.
I’m a human experiment
Gone rouge.



Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.