Altered States

The Intervention

“I remember asking to be helped, to be set free – and got disrupted, spaces propelled from my body into another parallel unuverse.

I keep trying to call them back to me, but they are stuck – and trying to keep going forward brings pain and gasping without their being retrieved.

Tensing, I can’t help but keep cycling between attempting to rest and renewed struggling.

Am I supposed to just lean back and let arms wrap around me from where my pieces have gone to?

If I cannot call them back, maybe they will claim me – and pull me into where they’ve been propelled to.

Maybe there could be a better life for me.

I keep feeling something, somewhere calling…”

Poetic Musings, Where Demons Tread

Behind The Mask

You make me wish
I could reappear

So far behind you now
I cannot remember

And when I strain to
Reclaim abilities

Thinking how we
Could harmonize

Beyond limitations
‘Til now imposed

My head steams and
I collapse to the floor

Sobbing and screaming
For Heaven’s vindication

For how can you love me now
As a ghost of what was before

You who have been torn apart
By power that came with you

While I was severed from cord
Nourished by Earth’s treasures

Poetic Musings, Where Demons Tread

Time’s Bleeding

Home sliding toward a cliff
Could’ve pulled it back when

Muscles were connected
And fibers didn’t separate

Mother fu**ing karmic debt
I swear
It better be paying forward

Grunting and sweating to lift
Even the most light of stones

Turning with suppressed screams
As joints tear at injured sites again

Just claim disability and become a nobody
Where any advance will forever be blocked

Next levels dealing with suffering
Conscripted to martyrdom, afterall

Poetic Musings, Where Demons Tread

Age & Injury

Trying to make
A hard case to

Just give up

No time for
Grieving

Struggling to lift
Shackled weights

Erased identities
Free will farcing

Preaching Bibles
Original sin bliss

Condemnation for
Imagined transgressions

Cracking whip
Ghost impacts

Blood boiling
Bone sweltering

Neurological haze
Compression’s box

Stop trying to win
This losing battle

Lies lies lies
Yeah-eah

Fu** this
I’m going home

But where can
Home be found?

Songs

Embodiment (Metal Song)

By Athena Stairs, May 1, 2025

Wild magic calling
Wild soul answers

Entropic intervention
Disruptions’ function

No choice but to ask
Into vacuous spaces

Mind clinging
To prior traces

Gripping necessity’s
Brandished protections

Must yield unbound to
Ground’s ascension

Elders lecturing
Claim dictates

Silver-tongue
Guided legacy

Do not think to dissuade
What’s been hard-earned

Right’s passage
Pain engulfing

Every cell ’til consumed
Dust to ashes exhumed

Higher callings
As yet unheard

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