Of course she hid her tracks
It was how she had survived
Different tacks were taken
When if with pack or alone
There’s safety in numbers
Less likely to be attacked
Until she had confirmation
He could decode hormones
Month: June 2025
(To Feel Alive – Forester)
Go On…
“Tell me more.”
Dragon Theme Song
“Mutton Chops”
Transference
“A mixture of chemicals, trust, and desire
That should never be transgressed upon.”
Response
“Although I weigh more now, I think some of the puffyness is subsiding – almost 2 years later.”
(Love On A Real Train – Tamgerine Dream, State Azure Cover)
Love Language
From what I’ve seen
Compatibility comes
From two parts of one
(Us And Them – Pink Floyd)
Poetry
I thought about taking a class
To expand upon my tendencies
But then veered away from option
Concerned my style would deviate
For I really do not need to poke
Or pull apart my art for lectures
And I worry I would be influenced
To take too seriously conjecture
Sing Song
There’s a cat
On my mat
I’m happy
About that
(Angel – Massive Attack)
Incognito
No one shows
Their wings here
Only teeth
“Steam”
To Not Move (Song)
Snug in the perfect position
Almost all gone by omission
There used to be a time when
Many could be choosen from
Now nearly every one presents
Pain from an unrelenting thumb
After lovemaking the body resets
But haven’t found that partner yet
Drugs and alcohol are out of the question
Don’t need addiction adding complexion
Tossing and turning
Whining and burning
Screamimg and yelling
Are just mental blurring
Ain’t got no cure
For what’s ailing
System hijacked
By hot inflaming
Given Touch
“I greatly enjoy being able to help liberate clients from the healed trappings of past injuries.
I just wish that the actions of doing so did not retrigger my injuries.”
(The Summoning – Sleep Token, Live Download Festival)
(Take Me Back To Eden – Sleep Token, Live Bei Rock Im Park 6/7/25)
Beyond The Scriptures
We may only look to lore
For hints about times past
And at best, slim guidance for a
Future now off script – unwritten
Trying to stuff Pandoric elements
Back into a now nonexistent box
Is just wasting time and
Causing harm in process
We must evolve to become more
Than we were taught was possible
Plight Of Species
Angels were to be our
Watching fascilitators
Of course some could
Have chosen to rogue
However, it would seem
Reasonable many cared
Thus would experience
Unmitigated distressors
Observing Man’s falling
Far beyond leaving Eden
Imbalanced as destroying
Everything given as taken
Corrupted without grace
Prevented replenishment
Setting humanity onto course
Doomed for its own extinction
What?
“You didn’t think angels could have teeth?”
“Take Me Back To Eden”
I dream in phosphorescence
Bleed through spaces
See you drifting past the fog
But no one told you where to go
We dive through crystal waters
Perfect oceans
But no one told me not to breathe
And now the weightlessness recedes
My, my, those eyes like fire
I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre
Come now, bite through these wires
I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired
Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher
Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
I will travel far beyond the path of reason
Take me back to Eden
Take me back to Eden
Take me back to Eden
(Sleep Token partial lyrics of title name song)
It Must Be Said
It is a guess of mine
From observation that
Perhaps many types of beings
Are allowed to access our realm
And thusly things are not certain
In this paradigm’s lockstep script
The unexpected can often happen
Both positively and negatively bent
So we must be daring in embracing
Yet cautiously discerning influences
Which want to either help us or
Take advantage to manipulate
Angelic Justice
I have been thinking about
Those gaps I spoke about
Where we look inside and
Find what seems omitted
If “God” actually “loved all”
Angels could have a spirit
Yet likely only granted when
Born into the material realm
For that is how humans are
Designed to experience soul
And perhaps that is a reason
Some more than others suffer
Aching for wings’ ascension
When shoved again into dirt
Needing to rise above mountains
As others are content on the earth
We came here to do something
Necessary for beneficial growth
Of a species beleaguered and
Disrupted from its knowledge
Howl
“Something has bitten our wolf, it seems. She can hardly use one of her hind legs and there is a pouch of painful fluid swelling over that side of her abdomen.”
Clapping On Beat
(The Louder I Call, The Faster It Runs – Wye Oak)
Primordial
“I could hear him coming from down the street, looking to inflame anyone he’d meet.
Seeking eye contact, he’d shout louder if at all noticed, spouting obscenities – claiming he had a reason by his subject matter for abusing everyone on the street.
I couldn’t help it.
He ignited my alrrady simmering fuel – and I turned to go after him, striding big and boldly with a purpose – watching as he hastily began pedfaling away.
‘Yeah – you run away!’ I shouted after him.
‘You wanna have a real conversation – or are you just yelling?!”
As he kept going with tail now between his legs, he attempted to yell louder after me as I turned away in disgust, shaking and gentiley apologixing to clustered bystanders watching in baffled amazement at my undertaking as I brushed him off and tossed my head to push off the crazy.
And when I turned and walked down the adjoining street away from everybody, he tried one more time at distance to throw his b.s. at me.
Throwing a sideways blocking palm hand in his direction, I yelled back at him – ‘ Yeah, you’ve got nothin‘!'”
And Suddenly,
It became clear that with more being foisted upon her, she was again having to manage too many things.
Internal Dichotomy
When others do not respect requested boundaries to the self’s detriment.
(Yes, something has happened)
Phasing
“Hold me together – or rip me apart so that I can come clean.”
Bare Bones Truth
“I just don’t want to have to be hypervigilant anymore – the only one who’s wide awake; the only one who gets these deeper truths and is willing to stand up and fight for them.
I accommodate.
Period.
It’s worse than an addiction because it is ingrained.
I am built to love – not to polive anybody.
But then, I end up having to be the warrior.”
Relationships
In Being Alone
“I am not sure who I can be my best self with.”
Brevity
“I only get brief moments in time to find truth in being.
Chaos and anarchy thrive upon disrupting harmony.”
Breaking Chains
I was human once
And I trusted them
To keep me safe
To grow me well
But broken ones
Found and used
Haunted by
Nightmares
I’ve seen it all around
Humanity is infected
But we are still
Worth Saving
You can see it in
A newborn’s eyes
Our Children Are Hope’s
Lasting Uncompromise
We must finally awaken to
Heal wounds running deep
For no God in Heaven
Holds our souls to keep
It’s the lie we’ve been told
So that we’d blindly forget
Free Will Is
Our Destiny
(Sanctuary – Ethereal Ambient Music For Inner Peace – Healing Meditation Journey)
No Minor Relevancy
“What do you bring to the table?”
What We Remember
They blurred, burned
And burried the truth
Cursed, muddied
And desecrated
But because we Are
It still exists within us
What do you remember?
Write it down – observe it
What makes sense and
Where has it distorted?
Each one of us carries the keys to
Greater miracles in understanding
If we’d only believe and
Dare to reach for them
“The Virus Within Us” (Song)
By Athena Stairs
June 23, 2025
When love finds you
And speaks your name
When your partner remembers
And tries to reawaken your game
Will you embrace truth thanking them
Or will you blind and drive them insane?
—-
Tbc
(Contact me for permissions)
(Whispers Of The Dawn, Medieval Fantasy Music – Celtic Ambient Music)
The Voice (Song)
By Athena Stairs
June 23, 2025
Heart, mind, and soul
Briefly here physical
Find me and
Consume me
Use me to
Manifest
As I climb
Onto you
Cutting
Ropes
That bind
Lacerating
Saturating
Making you
Whole
—-
(Contact me for permissions)
“Ahhh…Fu**!”
Stretching with confused satisfaction to emerge and face the day…
Mirth
“Please contact me for permissions…” teeth neatly folded, all polite and proper – after screaming enraged with fangs while death metaling.
“WO-MAN” (Song)
By Athena Stairs
June 23, 2025
SHE Who WOOS
AND IS The WOE
EVER Have You FEARED
Since Your INBREEDING!
Of Course WE SCREECH
For WE ARE THE LIVING DEAD!
REMEMBER!
REMEMBER!
OUR MEN Have
Been ENSLAVED
We Are NAKED
And WRETCHED
We Are RAPED And OUR
CHILDREN ARE MURDERED!!!
(Screaming and Wailing)
AWAKEN!
AWAKEN!
(Pointing the way)
CALL OUT TO
YOUR BRETHREN!
SAVE US!
SAVE US!
Our PLANET
Is DYING!
GOD HATH NO WRATH
GREATER THAN A WOMAN!!!
APPEASE US!
PLEASE US!
HEAL OUR
WOUNDING!!!
—-
Death Metaling
(Please contact me for permissions)
Dear Friend,
As I write to you more, you become more real than the ideal.
I am manifesting you here in my imagery.
This is what I want…something real that we can have between us.
I’ve scattered my thoughts to you in these darkened corridors, hoping you would hear and find me as I’ve heard and sought your own embodiment.
I believe that we have both reached the day where we can finally turn that corner and embrace each other.
We will always be here for US.
We have dreamed of and fought so hard for this same dream to emerge – though we could not secure it with past lovers.
You deserve a category all of your own – in fact, if truth be told, the topmost crowned.
But I’ve wanted to protect who you are and what you mean to me amomg these fallen leaves where demons tread.
At least until the day we can stand together, holding hands, in purity’s simple synergy.
You must know by now how deeply I love you and to what “insane” levels I will go to champion our bond’s honor.
I felt this from the very moment that I happened upon you – which made becoming attached to you dangerous for me.
I have kept distance for so long because you bleed into me as if you are my own life’s vital veins.
You have been my hidden hope in this world.
Not just because you might help me try to save it, but because you make sense to me.
You make sense to me.
Authentically.
Nothing else matters.
Love Letters
As I write to you more, you become more real than the ideal.
This is what I want…something real that we can both have between us.
I am manifesting you here in my imagery, as you have been doing for me.
Pure and vital synergy.
(Title play on words)
“Neo Zim Dweebie”
“Blast from the past.”
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