Just sippin’

Guardian Candles (an original spell)

This is a candle for you to light whenever you are worried for someone. When lit, it will send them positive energy, protection, or whatever your intent behind it states.

Tools:

a candle

healing oil of your choice

incense

Method:

Take a candle that reminds you of the person you want it to represent. It can be anything from their favorite color to one they chose themselves.

Light your incense. Let the scent fill you with calmness as you channel your intent into the candle. Take your oil (I use lavender or chamomile) and anoint the candle by tracing the first letter of their name onto the wax with the pointer finger of your dominant hand. Keep an image of the person in your mind. This oil will provide them with healing. 

Hold the candle over the smoke from your incense, turning it a few times to cover it completely. This will help to bless the candle, the smoke acting as a shroud around the person it represents, to protect them from negative energy. While doing this, recite the incantation:

“Candle guide them,

Goddess guard them

Keep them in your sights.

Spirits lift them

Ancients teach them

Surround them with your light.”

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I know there's good in the world, but the bad effects people differently and at this point I feel this country is getting louder, and we can't always block it out anymore. We protest, get shut down. We peacefully protest, get shut down. We make petitions, shot down. We sue, told to stop complaining. We silently protest one last time to catch the eyes of many, but then many bypass the cause of our outreach and instead twist the gesture we'd shown to them. But then there's other who see our outcry with clarity and kneel with us because when we stand, we get shot. When we act, we get shot. When we don't act, we get shot. When we speak, we get shot. When you're black, there's the undying fact that someone wants you shot. When we cry, our children tell us to stop because the noise of pain just might get another black mother shot infront of her child. We've been disrespected in so many ways for hundreds of years, yet some feel it once and they don't stop to question our motives, but would rather want us all punished, but we just want to be safe and proud of this country like so many others already feel. But it's not like that for us. We get shot down and and get no justice, silence. I'd rather kneel with a man who's willing to stand for equality than walk in silence through this life and watch my Native and Black brothers and sisters fall victim to the racism and hatred around me. I don't want to be scared of cops because the good and the bad look the same and I'll never know until it's too late. I don't want my eventual kids having to deal with profiling, and stereotypes because of the melanin in their skin. I want them to be proud of their roots and not have the idea of skin bleaches in the back of their heads as a plan to make them less of a target to the down falls of being a colored kid in America. I'll kneel if it brings attention to issues that I care about. I love this country for the idea that there's equal opportunity to all, but I'd love it more if the racism and hatred to colored people from supremacists ended and if the idea of equality in America was true. And if I have to kneel to let people know that. So be it. It's better than getting shot down.

Camille Billie

This is my son, Kwali.

Inhale. Exhale. Walk away if all else fails.

Detached.

Heart breaker, Life shaker. Try to catch her, She'll leave forever.

Gone Cold

Each one teaches me a hurt that damages me more than before. The first- physical and basic psychological abuse. I was hit once, told to horrible things more than twice, forgiving him was my vice. Left vulnerable to a destructive force. I thought I couldn’t feel anything worse.

But the second showed deception and thievery. I was stolen of truth and lead to a trap. I love you, I’ll be here, I’ll support you, I’ll build you up and you do the same for me, we’ll get out of these towns together and go to college somewhere better. We’ll be together. 200 million feathers can drown a human under it’s weight. I’m drowning in his lies and this pain is my fate.

And the last. The last wasn’t real. But I wished. I wished for a connection, a simple kinship. I just didn’t want to slip. I didn’t want to fall. I couldn’t take any of it at all. But I cared. I cared for the last, but the last revealed to me what it felt like to be stabbed in the heart by tossing away an act of kindness. I felt my big heart go cold. I felt the light in my eyes burn out. The hope in my essence had run out.

A river run dry.

A sunflower had died.

Fuck wasps

Baby satans, demons

To science, they’re the heathens.

A great mistake. 

Murder sprees they partake.

Disguised as the bringer of honey,

but all these bitches do is sting me.

-C.A.B.

Suns

A million suns blooming through the valleys. To be gifted one should be taken kindly. The withering of one means the birth of hundreds. A million more suns seen from across the sea. I wanna gift you a sun. Take care of Them for me.

A love story

You smiled, I reflected My ideals, you respected. A bullseye in every target, an ammunition belt of words. A chorus of bangs and pops, trailed by the smell of smoke. Sparks from the perfect match.

You became silent, I reflected. My feelings, you disconnected. Shot in the heart, coughin up love. Cryin out to the gods up above for healing, my soul is sick of this feeling. Insecurity’s smirk growin from ear to ear. Feeding off my fear.

She overwhelms, I overthink. I reassure, she sends me to the shrink. Something’s wrong with me Always takin advantage of me. Love and compassion now comes with a fee. -C.A.B.

Thick.

My love like red wine: heavy, deep, bittersweet and intoxicating. Free flowing straight from the entangled vine.

Sip me till I'm gone

Lust.

Permeates my mind, Dogs my vision. Fuck the morals, My deadly sin has risen.

"Me and my head high, and my tears dry. Get on without my guy. You went back to what you knew. So far removed from all that we went through, and I tread a troubled track. My odds are stacked. I'll go back to black."