
See the darling top clouds playing? They have long, puffy tails like squirrels. A little one on top upper right and a larger one below it to left, looking over its shoulder at the first as they frolick and gambol.

See the darling top clouds playing? They have long, puffy tails like squirrels. A little one on top upper right and a larger one below it to left, looking over its shoulder at the first as they frolick and gambol.
When I visited my grandparents as a child, for most of time the television was on in the background of whatever we were doing.
From Mutual Of Omaha to golf and game shows, I Love Lucy, Hawaii Five-O, and Disney if I was lucky, there was another world to turn to to compare and contrast our lives against.
This influence in my life taught me to question everything due to Walter Cronkite Jr. and to analyze “fantasy” vs. “reality” by exploring romance, comedy, action, and thriller movies.
Now, when I toil at a mass of dishes, discomfort is relieved mentally by watching a Netflix series. If I cannot fall asleep, I am lulled into complacency with a show running on loop, volume down low next to me.
The only consistency in life that we can count on is what we put into it of our own.
No one to show off to
Or parties impromptu –
Just black on black
And color reclused.
Flowers to enjoy in
Gardening venues,
Poetry to write, and
Star-bound reviews.
Being among the first to ride the crest of a new wave, it is easier to look back upon the force that is coming and to recognize that nothing can stand in its way.
It’s a mentality plaguing every nation, rather than embracing complexity and improving on diversity.
She realized she was designed to help others when they were in need. It was time she aligned herself with those who would have her own back.
(Title play with words, Sole vs. Soul Provider)
They will soon be extinct – and instinctually, they know it. This is why they flood forth now in numbers.
Their time is over, for they are not God’s Chosen – but a throwback to ages even “He” is ashamed of.
In quiet of mind’s heart,
Creation becomes art
Normally unattainable
By external motivations.

Zoom in…
I am “a wreck,” clinging to belief
Because Love is why we’re here –
And we are caught in a nightmare
Of others attempting to unmake it.
If God is Love in Expression,
Love in Expression is Divine.
An anti-inflamatory supposedly more gentle on the liver causes more muscle spasms when come off of it than had before, and body swelling.
Oh yeah…and likely “may cause death.”
Russian Roulette.
It doesn’t really matter, even if I’m fatter:
There will come a day it will melt away.
That day is jusr not now
As I balloon like a cow.
I can’t help it if adrenals can’t get
Their needs met in reinforcements.
Days blend into each other
Where there are no breaks.
She realized this is what she always gravitated toward, and needed.
“Do you think you know the difference between Fantasy and Reality?” she asked him.
“Of course I do,” he replied, a bit surprised. “I walk that line of demarcation nearly every day of my life.”
She looked at him as a quirk of mirth twitched briefly in her eyebrow, and a hint of a smile formed on her lips as she waited for him to ask for clarification.
When she cried quietly, her muffled, breathy sobs sounded like a swan’s soft calling out for her long lost mate.

By Athena Stairs, 2016
There was daylight in the night time
And it drew me from my sleep
Others were out, the horses came down
And were playing on the beach
There was a selfish queen
Whom no one seemed able to please
Her wiseman called in strangled tone
My mistress – be at peace!
He pulled from inside his vest
Into glowing light for her behest
One drop of gold-purple elixir
With youth as final trickster
I descended onto the sand
To stand before the man
Then bent my head – extending tongue
Until upon he dropped the sun
This shimmering, vibrant orb
I fought to not absorb
As sought out one fine mare
Deep glossed and of regal air
Then kissed her soft velvety lips –
This love that I was born to miss
In passing through – the old age flew!
Replaced by hard bone, muscled sinew
Her status now to rule the expanse
Her daughter, my duty to suckle.
By Athena Stairs, February 27, 2016
Once is not enough
I cannot kiss your lips
Can’t weather through the pain
If get more than just a glimpse
Of your candid smile
Holding hands the while
Through the pounding rain
I’d come back again
I’ll learn from you
Enjoy your wiles
Absorb the view
Of your every smile
And when comes due
They’ll be no fear
A love that’s true
We’ll nourish here
Many times
I’ve fallen before
To burnished love
Upon closed doors
Not this time love
I will hold true
I’ll be myself
The same to you
I can’t explain
How important it is
To remain clear
And hold this bliss
I’ll not regret
Staking this claim
Opportunity as this
Rarely comes again
I’ll learn from you
Enjoy your wiles
Absorb the view
Of your every smile
And when comes due
There’ll be no fear
A love this true
We’ve nourished dear
+++++++
Intent: I will love you and build something real, with healthy boundaries
Romantic, slow wistful longing that gets swirled into hints of light playfulness and humored chagrin sharing “ah – if only!”
Emphasis changes on the word “dear”
First time through as “tender,” last time through as “my dear”
Big band, of course.
The part “not this time love” done in such a way as to be speaking to love itself and/or to the person being sung to.
Thinking about using the chapstick while reaching for the roll-on, I almost applied deodorant to my lips!
His Pledge To Her:
“I dream of a woman clothed in white. She wears wings that shine with golden light. Her hair is fine like that of an olden wife. Her eyes hold a vision of the road of life. She whispers love through the winds.
Then rivers of love flow to my heart and my spirit ascends. I grow embraced by heavenly heights.Then glow rays of warmth and light. I wait only for her touch of the purest. I fall to her holding of love, of spirit! We become one in loving presence together.
In love, we come to heaven forever.
Like two doves we sing and dance.
Love of a queen and king.
Love will forever last.”
Her Pledge To Him::
“Your words are weaving my being’s existence into your promise’s devoted tapestry where knights of old are again bold, called forth to fulfill their destiny.
Where a maiden fair no longer need care if darkness has held supremacy, for she has at last found her king who has chosen her as his queen.
To you, my life’s purpose and devotion is freely given – surrendered for the hope of ever receiving your kisses.”
(February 2022)
A wide, sap-happy grin
I’ve never worn before
As I duck my head
And lower shy eyes,
Thinking about how
I love you even more.
(February 28, 2022)
She knew that in balance
There’s giving and taking,
But, throughout formation
They were disrupting her
Sense of self, imposing
Their needs insatiably –
Leaving her bleeding
Without recompense
And little reserves
To allow recovery.
A place to go she qualified for:
Student housing one semester.
A five month gift of reprieve
Ensuring finished Bachelor’s.
Pressure at last removed with
Finances covered / life secure.
Such a short time only needed,
Giving decade soul’s ache cure.