The Dawning


A feeling rising –
Like the smoke filled lungs of my 14 year-old self.
A feeling I thought was lost.
A nostalgic yearning of energetic bliss –
Like the sweetness of Love’s first kiss
Washing over my body –
Like the ocean kissing the sand.
Like the sunset kissing the horizon.
Engulfed within the flames of desire.

A lifetime seems to have past since then-
Like I have died every day,
And I had been reborn every night.
A bleeding heart –
Only knowing the blade of sorrow
Like the crimson tears of the Virgin.
An existence in the shadows –
Fading into the darkness, losing ground –
Like the sinking hole of my heart.
My Soul shattering –
Like the fragmented prism of twilight.
Into the night –
Enveloped by the umbra of a broken heart.

A single moment –
Reseting time –
Like an antiquated program –
An execution of my sorrow.
The sweet aroma of bliss is
Like the Universe rising up in you –
Like the first breath of life.
The heartbeat of my Soul –
Resurrecting –
Like the burning rays of daylight’s first blush.

(C) S. Slate 11/19/17

Image Credit: Helen Nelson-Reed



The wind whirled a sorrowful moan.
Vayu whispering thoughts that seep into you –
Moving right through you –
Chilling to the bones.

Turning tides and roaring oceans.
Deep within the water roars like an ocean on fire,
Cyclone of smoke-filled lungs
Exhaled –
Releasing the tragedy into the atmosphere.

Fueled hurricanes heading to the surface –
Getting closer and closer –
Right to the edge –
© S. Slate 2016

The Flu

Curled up with the flu –
Not even the weather for stew.
Body aching,
Temperature rising –
Feels like I’m dying…

My heath always sacrificed –
Just keep pushing,
Just keep pushing..
No slowing down,
Because if I do..
Honestly, I’ll drown.

A single mother –
Always running late,
With no help or support,
I just have a lot on my plate.
I do my best,
And keep my chin up high,
Getting through life,
Following my mind’s eye.

It gets hard and it takes a toll,
My only comfort,
Me and my bowl.
Got to get that green in me –
Helps me think and clearly see,
Even helps with pain and PTSD.

Life might be hard,
But we will get through..
It just sucks when I get the flu.

© S. Slate 2016


Photo Credit: Justine Pretorious

Ghostly Predator

I see you trying to hide,
In the corner creeping.
Spying and eyeing the little children..
Licking your lips –
Ready for the feast of Energy.

There you are following,
Like a shadow that stretches into the distance –
Coming closer and closer,
About to grab –
But each time just beyond your reach.

You will never get them,
For I see you –
They will wisp through your fingers
Each time you prey..
They are protected
By the Light –
And the Dark will not survive.

© S. Slate 2016

The Beginning of the End

Your energy is my medicine,
As it fills my heart and my head –
Breathing fast,
Heart racing,
I will always remember what you said.

I feel you come near –
Embracing my soul my Dear.
Wrapped arms, wrapped lips
Into oblivion our toes dip.

I feel you seeping into my veins,
Our heart’s set off
As we take the reins.
Floating into oblivion –
The world crumbles and laments.
As we rise into the heavens –
Life as we know it ends.

Birthing our destiny.

© S. Slate 2016


I curl up in a ball,
Intricately woven together –
Like a ball of yarn.
The kitten of pain –
Pats and taps,
Taunting my encased soul.
“Feel”, she said.
“Feel the pain.”

This incessant nudge.
Trying to hide –
How can I hide when I’m already drowning in my own tears?
My ball is filling quickly –
Death is inevitable.
Either drown in my own tears…
Or face the pain.

© S. Slate 2016


My heart races,
My breath quickens.
I close my eyes –
Here it comes…

A rising ocean,
Like a tidal wave implosion….
Crashing on my shore,
Destroying –
An internal war.

Grasping for comfort,
A food, a drug, a drink…
Why won’t anything work?
Fuck! I can’t even think!

With the initial blow over,
The next one comes…
It’s not just one wave..
Oh fuck, here it comes!
Just breathe… Just breathe…
You can do this..
Just relax.
Just find your internal bliss…
You can handle this.

What calms me down,
Is when silence prevails –
A time of meditation,
A time of contemplation.
I breathe and im ok –
This feeling fades away.

My eyes open,
Again I’m calm.
Time to live life –
With a smile and a charm.
I won’t let it control me,
I’ve found my peace –
Grounding, meditating,
This way – I achieve my peace.

*S. Slate 2016*