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


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

Gaia’s Daughter

Dancing Reflections,
Lit Dew of Ostara’s stretch.
Gradient sky’s –
Warm gifts to Gaia.
Seeds of Sativa,
Break ground – Blinded.

Solar offerings to Flora-
A Celebration of growth
As the seasons change,
Maiden, Mother, Crone-
Dawn’s blossoming aroma –
As Harvest nears.

Gaia’s gift of healing-
Harvested from the belly of the Moon.
Airmid’s serum –
Nature’s remedy,
Sealed with the Sun’s kiss –
Medicine for the Soul.

*S. Slate 2016*

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