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

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Fork in the Road

So, I thought I would quit smoking –
I thought I could make it –
Make it in Babylon..
Like a knight on a horse –
Sword drawn –
Yep – I was mistaken.

People like me don’t fit in –
Not the picture perfect image of a Manager.
All my experience, overlooked.
My locked crown,
Diversity – Discrimination.

So I sat down, rethought the plan.
A, B, C, and now D..
Keeping tabs on my synchronicities –
Praying for guidance,
They said –

“Your soul is in your roots,
And your roots are planted in the garden.
Together as one,
No need to deny –
The connection to Gaia,
Your purpose, your passion,
You need to rely.”

My purpose, my passion,
What is my purpose, my passion?
My soul is in the garden, yes.
My passion, Yes!

My purpose is my passion.
My purpose is in the garden.
My purpose is to be a Grower.

*S. Slate 2016*