Symbol’s strength given to
Guard a woman’s chastity
“Only meant for virgins”
Message was for clarity
For the horn becomes more powerful
When it’s shared with the right woman
Symbol’s strength given to
Guard a woman’s chastity
“Only meant for virgins”
Message was for clarity
For the horn becomes more powerful
When it’s shared with the right woman
Sweet and sticky
Your lies convince
Of giving nourishment
But they are only excuses
Meant to keep your heart safe
After the hive’s been vandalized
“Knock” it off, already
&
Come give me a kiss!
Like unicorns brandishing horns
Climbing to the top of mountains
Bugling their vision unhearing
Other sight having equal merit
What pressures felt to be right
Rooted in earth bound so tight?
Telescopic points of dissuasion
Difficult to budge if bargaining
Goat head-butting forcing truths
Demanding respect’s adherence
Knocking others off their paths
Chiding them for not following
I wonder if they had been raised
With more gentility of generosity
Perhaps they wouldn’t need to worry
About being so righteous in their glory
And my love for them wouldn’t be wasting
Upon sharp stones where it was trampled
Note that I too can
Brandish my horn
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(Revised from original unposted writing in April)
He found her one day
Not realizing she was
Impaled by others’ horns
& Stuck to the Tree of Life
Bleeding out in silence
Trying to hide the pain
Relying on camouflage to
Avoid alerting predators
The shock in her eyes was
Recognition not rejection
Instant pushing away flash
Had been meant to protect
Both him from her desperation
And because she had infection
Kind of hard to exhibit confidence
And go prancing to a most beloved
After unsticking one’s self without
A way to cauterize deep wounding
So he left not understanding that
She wanted most to be with him
She knew she ran the risk
Of driving his interest away
By showing more of her hand
Making play perhaps too easy
But she was willing to gamble
For love’s high stakes winning
It wasn’t for the money
It was for shared reality
Everything in me twitches
Aching to give us release
They offer to teach me singing
But my greatest song is loving
Everything about him
Wanting more to hold
He is dangerous to me
As too easily infiltrates
Passing as if unlocking
Any barrier’s resistance
Yet I am unfraid of damage
Only of his never returning
Would he come back?
Would he speak words
Needed to calm system
So we could both listen?
Honey, please unwind my
Torment-constricted body
Driven insane into rebelling
While control’s fragmenting
You’ve unraveled my coiling
Exposed writhing in daylight
Unable to retract defensively
Wearing my heart on a sleeve
There’s really no “control”
When one is falling fast
Maybe just some guiding
Yet this can help life last
If hard flail plummeting
Likely get broken pieces
If dropping in composure
One accepts “inevitability”
But one can also glide
Diving direction angles
Aiming for a trajectory
Offering better survival
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“I found my glasses lense which popped out due to the frame breaking – and then I taped it all back together.
= I am a N.E.R.D. qualified specialist in training.”
“Don’t Run Over The Pedestrian”
By Athena Stairs, November 8, 2025
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“Without glasses.”
“Shall be made…”
“Born of simple aspirations…”
“That I could succeed at something…”
“Pings my head so much and makes me constantly change directions.”
“Working out today in mid-gravity-assisted decompression-realignment exercises, my left lumbar did a hard teadjustment in a way that it never had before – which painfully ‘knocked the wind out of me’ for a few minutes.
I am hoping that it was needed, and that it will reduce tension on my right hip’s mobility constrainments.”
“In today’s neurofeedback session, correctioms were made for more unification and downgrading overactivity pinging – including, apparently, that I had a tension spiral from neck into btain chamber that I could feel at last unwinding.
An adfitional finding, though, is that afterwatds, I can feel the anterior hip flexors twitching/teactivating – which confirms my suspiclscion that although taking impact through joints and muscles definitely contributed, connective regions ‘shorting out’ is also related to brain-spinal chord injuries.”
In this room I hurt
In this room I break
Facing brain injury &
Physical disabilities
In this room I play
Briefly connecting
Fragments of myself
Blown into segments
Following music trails
Along windy highways
In this room I dream
To bridge with a man
Building castles in skies
Where promises fly high
Because love is why
Life is worth living