by the Slow transfer of the moon to sun's light

Before the Dawn,
there is goodness in us all,
our sleeping beds,
our pillow cocooned heads
retain the last images of our dreams before we wake.

Before the Dawn,
unconscious humans, united in peace
connected by similar journeys,
those stories that humans never speak.

Before the Dawn,
evil intentions are separated from sight
by the slow transfer of the moon to sun's light.

Before the Dawn,
we are all innocent, all possibilities
limitless, one urge important, clear.

Before the Dawn,
beginning beautiful light of the day shyly finds its way to my cheek,
Life kisses me good morning.

Eyes and body half aware of sensation,
mind uncluttered, unabashed- there is only one need:
and The moment I wake there is Love.

Waterfire Stories: 9/11/2010.

Waterfire Stores: 9/11/2010.



I do not know what life is. It must have something to do with a traffic light reflected on black water beside the white fire and a child in a stroller and the popcorn-flavored smell of smoke. I do not know what love is. I do know how it feels to walk hand in hand with you inside the echo of an ancient tune with the moon almost full and the fire I long since thought had died coming alive somewhere inside me. -Kenneth Slaughter

6 months- t be posted

The first 6 months were nothing
I guess I forgot that punchline, well...
the hardest part for me to open myself up to you was
just bargaining time in your eyes

The first 6 months were nothing
Then the next 6 months were hard
These 6 months have been interesting
and the next 6, well, if I am lucky
Will be held by you in some regard.

Forgive for trespassing on your
times that missed the mark
the first 6 times you kissed me
Were times that lifted me, hard,
it was not easy., but thank God
I awoke aware.

To how the first 6 months were amazing. and
all the days in front of us could be shared
In months I ay be all alone or I may be tired and done.
I just want to be in love with uou.
And you take it so very hard;;

IN PROGRESS!!! Amnesia is a Lunar Cycle

(IN PROGRESS)

The Night sheds my sorrow
My minds empty when I wake
My trust in God and nature's whole,
For one beautiful, selfless moment
I see the beauty in all the world before I completely wake.

I am open, I am living I am still your
princess for you to take.
I'm left alone to wake and dream for
Your strong arm to
reach, and want me hot,
roll into each other and
be One Body again.

The Night sheds my sorrow
My minds empty when I wake
For one beautiful self-less moment
My palms feel freedom, the weight of power
to tune my fate

My morning breath exhales purpose
Bringing air to my mind
it's reminded me why
I am lying here-
why I hit PLAY and not REWIND.

Your heated chest pressed against me,
rising and falling to some time
I know those songs
are about me but
why I am all alone when your by my side?

But I'm too full of
hope and love
and your too full of losing yourself to me
you tell me to stop
touching you, like that's expected, like
I won't be sick with shame.

of Loving, loving you

You must be a magician
And this love must be
a trick. Why is something
that I took the course to nurture,
blossoming inside of me, for you, just for you
a sickness, not a gift?

The Night sheds my sorrow
Erases uncontained hysteria
over mourning for passions call, yesterday no despair
How many sleeps
have I been washed in this-
Lunar cycle amnesia

How many more days can it help me
find a way, to see my purity
My mind's empty when I wake

Maybe you'll come to me
in my Castle where I Stay,
each day, the lines seep deeper
I've dedicated more to you-
I'm your Princess,
sadly growing old, emprisoned
to you, lovingly, love.

each
morning I pray you'll
Make me a lover, again, and at night I'll
press so rested so close to you.
The love of two people will mean
there is is nothing for Mother Moon to salve
and take from me,
just my dreams coming true.

evening Prayer

Come down
Come down
From the stars or
from the sea

Come down
Come down
Come down to me.

I need some salvation.
I need some peace.

Two eyes

God did not give us two eyes so it's Him you'd only see.
I wasn't born to be loved, but with time you let me free.

So, you have two hands and feel how much you can do
You're a healer, you're a symbol, you're a messenger of what is true

Let the tears fill my eyes to make two tiny silver pools,
stare deep deep within me and find I was carrying, you.

I mourn the long years of life absent from your side
I'm no fool I know a soul mate is a word, not something I can find,
There are things you do not question, there is a peace I cannot accept

You'd know this if you had more strings, not as a puppet or a pet
I was a Mother before a daughter, though a family was not repaired,
I did not have time for spiritual embellishments, there was no Father there.
I made up stories for the young ones, pretending his absence meant he cared.

God did no give us two eyes so it's him you'd only see
The eldest born protects the flock, thank God a blessing I did bear-
Brother, sister I made you strong no matter what happened to me
I would not have changed a thing, my love, except have you there.

Crossing this Threshold

I'm a creature out of habit,

I'm a song in need of shape.

Sure, the signs are right.

The doors been left Unlocked,

but you knock, anyways.

Oh, we are two of a kind,

But

We're much more than a Pair.

whatever the mirror reflects tonight

I know its one thing I will bare.

post-Termination initiation

This hole gets heavier as

it drains, the silence relieves some pains,

the nights, they darken, they dilate

shorter- when no one complains.

The less in me the more there is to hide,

I mourn not those I see but what I

felt inside.

Sweet, sweet are your lips-

I taste them fondly when I close my eyes.

Will this, too, leave my mouth, my taste

like that first bloom breeze, this memory shakes me Whole-

Gentle moment, missing friend

this time please stay for awhile?

I Am dangling this in front of you,

thought it's not what I wish to admit;

I've learned to suppress these lustful thoughts,

but without them, will I exist?

heart Concussion

heart Concussion

limp wrist protest

sullen thoughts

Remember, I'm a mess

There's a pill to be happy

There's a pill to be strong

There's a life to Conceive

and a Confession to be sworn.

he Plays guitar

The quieter I am the

faster he goes the Farthest he

is away from his inhibitions, concerns

I stay quiet because even if

I don't need help badly he

is so concerned for my

welfare and conscious of

my presence when I just

want to look at him.

I guess I would need my

own room, too. A room

where one could not

just "open the door"

onto your space.

It is hard to feel the

flow that way.

Scratch Ticket Baby

5 $1 1.00 for scratch

tickets give it a chance

How much money should be

invested to uncertainty?

4 chances a day - minus gas money

Blows luck through her lips with

her breath.

4 matching numbers 5, 9, 11, 7

If Probability were dependable

It would bot be psychiatry's math

Slippery 7's sing a chance.

A $1 1.oo more gets me a closer

what Signs are born from

Breaking Even?

Lucky 7 is a Mistress of the Muses

Laughing behind the numbers at a

fool's chance

Slippery 7s, mommy millionaire's

give birth without hesitation

You pay for what you play for

Breaking Even, Breaking Mind.

refreshMan

For a time,
i bloom to one piece.
In a shape of love.

home again

I see the road to home again.

it's course and cruel and hagged

i see the road to home, again.

It's lackluster, it's comforting smooth and hollow.

I borrow these painful shoes

from My Mother, they don't feel right

I feel as though they cause my feet to put one

footstep print in front of another

Creating trails, deep prints that never should have

been made,

be walked, by no creature, no poet, certainly no child.

last ride

I thought this was my last ride
I threw my shit away
I thought it was my last ride
I threw it all away

da truth

Pleasant, dark stormy nights with consistent, gentle rain is nature taking its medicine for manic-depression.

quote from "Paths of Glory" by Jeffrey Archer

"You are of the opinion that that clever women, the ones with degrees from Oxford and Cambridge, should be given the vote?"
"No, sir, that is not what I was proposing," said George. "I believe that the same rule should apply to women as it does to men. The stupid ones should get a vote as well."

slash

grapefruit-colored chopped comet spattered pattern
XANAX RASHES UP MY WIRST, EYES CLOTTED BY POT-STOPPED TEARS.

x evidence

There are stains on my carpet from sweat, fire, ash and tears.
My mirrors are cracked and my stories full of holes I don't like being filled.
The blood stains are the spots that never leave my skin.
The spots of exhaustion of yearning, different from solitude.
Seen behind my glares and indifference in short timed pools of reflections.

cyclical soul -bottom Numbness

Out of Respect
I exclude myself from my
Usual exclusion. The
carefully-layered, spine-breaking

diy-Dug bunker of cyclical soul-bottom Numbness
to breathe a sigh of relief

but the sigh is a stab
cutting me deep
I'm exhaling just because,
somehow, the pain is lenient, lets
me breathe.

Sadness and the Visual
embrace of your deep, watering eyes
pierces my mind whether my eyes are open or slammed shut.

I may be lost to you but
I let you enter and hurt me with
your unintentional memories shaped
like out-of-body streaming media.

twothousands

twothousands ut seems everyone is afraid of showing what they wrote lately in twothousands like a virus. That's why I wanted to put my twothousands together)
twothousands
my thoughts are strung out and perplexing
my minds signed, left on its sabbatical
won't be back to see the paperwork there are dishes to do and children to pet and in this fucked up situation I'd be blind if I was not upset.
Black op cops pimped out chameleons stenciled against once trusted pink walls. I am alone and in company but right now I shiver wondering what I'd do if it was you who was the one to find me.