“What do you want most for your body’s viewing?” he asked her.
“I want my insides to be contored again – for them to not be protruding. But when I try to influence this directly, the impact is still screaming,” she lamented, grieving.
“What do you want most for your body’s viewing?” he asked her.
“I want my insides to be contored again – for them to not be protruding. But when I try to influence this directly, the impact is still screaming,” she lamented, grieving.
How do I get my spinal chord to
Stop its inflammation-swelling?
It’s as if by its doing so it
Hopes to undo impinging
(Title of multiple applications)
I absolutely love my work, but
I’m dealing with spinal injuries
“I think we have this in common.”
To be only human
And
Not judged for it
Instinctively, I must protect my prize as
Men have always left me compromised.
Migraine torsions as reward for work well done.
(Play on ” Mazel tov” congratulations!)
In mind and spirit’s tenacity
There has not been equality
No matter their ages limitations
Left me in frenzied devastation
“Honey, I am older than you…
Why you wanna be with me?”
“A fu**ed equation.”
I gave too much yesterday
For too little finance return
The day before gave to myself
And now my quadraceps burn
There’s little reconciliation in
Managing overcompensation
As yearning for the balance of
Heart and souls’ orchestration
They have always left me regretting
Whereas blue-eyed gifts dreaming
I was breaking away for the first time
Staying often alone at parents’ house
Carefully opening wings in heat of sun
Wheelbarrow-spreading their shavings
I loved the feel of simple manual labor
Muscles flexing while tied with nature
In the evening I dyed my hair black
Put on makeup and went dancing
At Goth night after driving to S.F.
Along 280 scenic contrasting 101
I always loved going into The City
Lured by the underground hidden
Had my first and only meetup event
Proud of such brave disappointment
I was trying to break new ground to
Become something freshly different
Met my ex-fiance online during
Later strove to create our future
Sometimes it’s like I’m just spinning circles
All that time and effort looping atonement
“I ache for your eyes and the way you breathe.”
(Sleep Token reference)
“You’re not a model, you’re a warrior.”
(Mirror love)
Not to be confused with “moo.”
(So exhausted)
“Have I accomplished anything?”
(Title ref to air sign, content ignoring many achievements)
By Athena Stairs, June 25, 2025
“For love of God”
Man creates death
To fabricate his
Killing’s validity
But God did not
Ask this of us
—
TBC
(Contact me for permissions)
2 pictures, zoom…
If one proclaims that they are
Ordained as the Hand of God
Know they are devil-tongued
Convincing by half-truth lies
Man had misunderstood
Meaning of leaving Eden
And since had killed anyone
Who opposed or challenged
For millennia the angels had been seeking a cure to heal humanity’s insanity.
“A great and endurant society relies upon the strength and protection of honor – not the scheming brutality of corruption.”
There is an untended menace
Infecting and corrupting man
No longer blame their targeted
Give justice by truth’s own hand
One gave everything for his fame
Another simply rose easily up to it
But the third wanted none of it at all
Thus more worthy and better suited
Who are you?
No one as yet
But not because you
Haven’t a Golden Get
But because your focus
Is external not internal
Thus you are
Still imaginary
Half-truth
Insinuations
Masking
Lies
Attempting
Compromise
Without
Honesty
Distorting
Reality
Corrupting
Sanity
Betraying
Fealty
Without
Clemency
And then jumps right back into it!
(That’s what cats do!)
She was sitting
Guarding valley
He came quietly
To sit alongside
She then slowly
Leaned into him
In that moment
They were One
Sometimes earth must fall to
Rise up again as a mountain
And
Follow
How to
Build it
Wounds are
Meant for
Healing
To give of the self
Is easy as whelp
Raising younglings
In all of it’s necessity
But experienced history
Including sire’s imprint
Taught males are
Prone to leaving
No matter how much
Heart and soul giving
They all left
You see?
There was
No place
For me
That once consecrated
He would abandon her
She hated how loss
Had corrupted her
The door was cracked wide open
With sign written saying “come in”
But she did not trust machinations
Within constructed houses of men
So much better to be outside
For games of Flee and Follow
Where night’s breeze was refreshing
And their howls could carry for miles