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 –
Murdered.
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

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Wind

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

Little Bird

I see the suffering in your eyes,
As little bird fills your head with all those lies.
Wings of grace – But another in disguise.

She sits on a branch, just out of reach –
But your mind she will always breach.
Her poison, she will leach –
As it drops on your crown,
Seeping into your ears with her sound,
Singing –

“Anger and frustration will be your demise,
As I fill your head with all your failed tries.
All your lies – you will pay,
For eternity, you will be your own demise”

Floating words, seep into your mind,
Your broken soul, you pay in kind.
As you die a thousand deaths –
With each one, you take your last breath.

Head drawn, eyes wept –
Mistaken steps – off the ledge you leapt.
A downward spiral of inner demons –
Robbing you of your inner dreaming.

What you fail to see –
Is your spark.
Your light –
Your heart shines so bright –

You shine like gold.
Like the sun –
Don’t let your heart and soul fold.
It’s the pressure of greatness –
Although, you feel it’s your
worthlessness.

I know you don’t see this now –
The envy is masked,
By the pain little bird endows.
She keeps you distracted,
Head spinning –
Gut wrenching –
In circles you keep swimming.

© S. Slate 2016