swaggoddess

[swaggoddess]

pantene humanitas

what is the human condition

expound on the state of affairs

hands rubbed together, my answer i prepare

i think its the time of year for

hair repair

that deep condition

the kind where you

pull out every raw oil

you can find

a fresh aloe plant

and squeeze it on ya head 

wrapped up high

to bring your closer 

to mother earth’s bosom

and sit there 

30 minutes to an hour

to pray your damaged 

heat stripped ends away

breakage from pulling it up

too tight

and you kinda know it’s in vain

because the only thing 

that would make it whole again

is cutting it all off

and thats the human condition

-make curls great again

[swaggoddess]

meditations of self 09.20

im always the 

best friend but never

the one they choose

being within

yet without

invited to the party

but still gotta

leave

when its over

cool enough to have around

but not to hold 

late 

when the lights are off

and the people leave

and the dancing ends

and i go home

i walk

i crawl

home

[swaggoddess]

human becoming

when you smile, beloved

the stars smile back

in desperation to reflect the light

of your pearly whites

back on an unenlightened earth

and when you breathe

the earth gasps in

windy gusts

blessed that your life force

met with hers

and when you cry

the rain answers back

to comfort you with pitter

patter like a mother’s

hand on your back

and when you walk

the earth mother dips and molds 

her clay into valleys 

and canyons

to provide foothold

and when you run

rivers chase you

thirsting to get even

a drop of sweat-covered effort

met with theirs in molecular embrace

and when you sing

birds rise from their nests

as in a call to prayer

beckoned by the holiness

released from your belly

and when you sleep

the earth pauses rotation

just to lay next to you

and feel your heat

on her hardened exterior 

you came from her

and she lives in

knowledge of you

and the magic you embody

in becoming and in being 

human

[swaggoddess]

birthday party

i am wild honey

and 

shattered glass

a bee’s dream

with

sprinkles of bad luck

[swaggoddess]

puff puff past

how many blunts been 

inhaled over

yonder window break

enough smoke-filled bubbles blown

to decrease past pain intake

i used to blow bubbles made

of soap and water

now i inhale their black sheep cousin

to cleanse 

i find peace of mind by sacrificing a piece of mine

[swaggoddess]

heavenly body

celestial bodies 

comfort me 

at night

who knew the farthest

beings would bring

the most light

i cuddle with stars, beloved

[swaggoddess]

fusion

wood planks wobble 

when we

walk off the edge of the sky

have you ever seen the point

where the world ends

and the sky meets 

up close?

i’ve met it 

at the exact line it 

links with the sky

a brief moment of creation

where definition 

goes awry

tans and pinks, clouds and blurred lines

meetings that must happen

and future hopes misshapen 

in a climactical embrace

of legs, arms and waves

physics and round earths

goodbyes and glorious rebirths

[swaggoddess]

the life of pie

i exist to do more than just be

i exist to live in fullness of humanity

i exist to be whole

like a pie cooling in the window

am i

and i am

and in my i am 

i am present

i am permanent

i am fleeting

at the crossroad of a meeting 

between lessons from the past

a future starry and vast

and the ever-present impetus that is my now

i am the culmination of things

dreamed of 

and hoped for

thats a charge, no credit

with my potential the debit

i swipe in my waking moments 

every sunrise an opportunity 

and responsibility 

to be more

to do more 

to see more

to live more

than the day before

and i stand for account

[swaggoddess]

promised land

you spoke words 

of berries and sugar and cream

and i put them on a plate called trust

you showed me milk and honey 

and i saw and believed 

and i put them in a bowl 

i called letting you in

and then i checked one day

and the plate was intact 

but the berries had shriveled up

and the milk had left my cup

and the honey had granulated

then your words started to sound more

like stones

until my plate couldn’t hold

and it fell

and it broke

and it shattered

your actions turned to lead until the bowl

came overfed

and it fell

and it broke 

like me

how do i eat now my dishware is broken 

cause it seems its out of stock

[swaggoddess]

nebulous

galaxies are just breadcrumb trails of sparks that tell a story

and they tell mine

for I was formed in the belly of a meteor shower

and if you squint real patient

at the work that sprouts from my hands

the black holes latent

in the lines left unpainted

curves of my pencil are

swirls in the milky way 

laying into surfaces met with my eyes

shooting star covered bullets of who I once was 

making it whole, muscle and sinew

as I paint my 

ability to

trust 

anew 

Sincerely,

The nebula stole my paintbrush and it’s time I steal it back.

A birthright.

[swaggoddess]

mosaically written

I am the seed of the tree that fell on my mother,

now that’s a burden.

I want to apologize as if I am responsible 

because my genes are stamped with little knives 

that match the scar pattern on her heart.

do you know what it feels like to bear the weight of being betrayed by a part of you

and

realize she bears the same

so I carry my mothers burdens as they fit within my scars 

they fit tighter than a glove but a million times more heavy

my words aren't cute or pretty or really all that elaborate 

but in writing them, I pick up my pieces 

and they pick me up too

[swaggoddess]

oceanz

how can I comfort you as you weep for a collective loss

you only want the arms and words of the Double-cross

all I can offer you is half of the one you lost

so I’ll cry instead,

hoping somewhere in the fifty percent of my DNA that is yours

my tears will wrap you in a warm salty embrace

because it’s all I can do

seeing you broken breaks me too

and opens me up to wounds anew

[swaggoddess]

prideland

I have a great habit

of finding the right things 

in the wrong people

and the wrong things 

in the right people

and looking for the things I lost

in men who can't offer them

this is me learning to move differently,

s    l    o    w    l    y 

but surely

sincerely,

I will no longer go where the light doesn't touch to find what I need

[swaggoddess]

blinding auras

I fuck with you heavy 

like 

my 600 pound life heavy 

but I am terrified 

that when you see the hidden

pages in my open book

you will take one last look

and not think 

I am an artist anymore

a façade of sorts

I just don’t wanna fuck up something

that feels more organic

than whole foods

or healthier 

than the pounds I probably

should lose

your brain is thicker than me 

and I want to explore it

like the galaxy

lets just get a spaceship to mars

where gravity 

can no longer tell us what is ours

[swaggoddess]

this letter is the only thing about you thats open

This is an open letter for everyone whose father has not fulfilled his role, in whatever capacity that may be. 

Why should you get a day

when you left on one

Why should you get a day to celebrate you

when the only thing you celebrated 

was the new life you made

brand spanking new

Why should I celebrate you

when you are the one who took the day

in your own hands

Why should I celebrate a day

that commemorates 

what broke

Why should you get a day

when you made my life a nightmare

from which you never awoke

Why should I give respect 

where respect is not due

like an assignment with 

no deadline 

thats on you

Why should I love you

when all you’ve done is show me what 

love is 

not

Why should I look up to you

when you stand on a platform

ridden with rot

So give me a good reason you have a day

Because theres no day for the scorned now is there?

I’m sure I never cross your sugar-coated prayers

Sincerely,

I am tired of writing about you

And letting you live in my words

Inhabiting them 

ironically.

P.S. I write of this because my keyboard is the only ear I trust to not talk back to me.

[swaggoddess]

Relaxation (Where is my mind?) by Kaethe Butcher

[swaggoddess]

too short for your weight

if heaven had heights, you would be that tall-

if love had depths, i would watch you fall-

if grace had seasons, you would be them all-

if family was worth fighting for, you would be a brawl-

if it was the only way i could get to you, i would willingly crawl 

and----- 

if heaven had heights, you would be that tall.