Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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A Return To Innocence, A Woman's Plight, In Dreams, Myths & Legends, Reclamation, Where Demons Tread

Heaven’s Gate

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Along the river where willows part
Lying on a blanket blessed by stars

He wrapped his body around hers
Sinking to depths embracing love

Her eyes spilling over tears of relief
Mirrored his request to never leave

A promise both gave in bonding
Their souls through mortal coils

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(You & Me, My Love, as I passed from dreams into today’s reality)

A Return To Innocence

Immersion Therapy

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Oh, that’s right!

She’d had a most wondrous dream where these birds like a cross between parakeets and cockatiels had come to her from the wild blue, and played in and out of a portable cage that she provided for them mid-traveling between destinations in her and their journeying.

One especially liked to be touched and held and its feathers fluffed and kissed – it loved lots and lots of soft, cooing, fluffy kissss that she would give to it from her heart flame’s rekindled warmth and fascinated adoration.

And as she alliwed herself to delight in their not too loud warbles, she could feel the shame and regret of sticky failures that had not been her own, but were cast upon her by the dispersions of other humans and society still clinging to her from when she had lived and tried but been weighed down by dependencies in the past – now next levels expanding currently.

And she worried that she had no consistencty in routines nor stability nor funding to help care for their happiness.

All she knew was that a small flock of the most magical creatures had found her, and they were singing and fluttering all around her, landing on her shoulders, taking turns letting her touch, kiss, sing to, and cuddle them – with the male leader playing the most with her and seeming determined to claim her as his home.

Altered States, Songs

“On My Own” (Singin’ The Blues)

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By Athena Stairs, December 25, 2025

I’ve looked for my marbles
Not sure where they’ve gone

While drowsy from sleep
Thought I’d write this cute song

There are ghosts in the hall
But I keep them from talkin’

At times flick a light
To interrupt their stalkin’

When takin’ a shower
I’m careful with balance

No bars on the wall
Means slippin’s a menace

And when try to cook
I’m chasin’ ingredients

If you like your food charred
My skills are ingenius

My garden is wet
So rarely smell flowers

The hound can still fetch
But I throw with weak power

My homework has died
From a smack to my thinkin’

The synapses fire
But gaps signal blinkin’

Want to make my own music
But readin’s gone faulty

My eyes seekin’ guidance
Fight overload mentality

My logic’s alright
But I’ve fallen in love

Still lonely at night
When could fit like a glove

But I’ll be alright
It’s been years on my own

Try to live a moral life
So no need to atone

I fight back determined
Where demons encroach

Still seems human plight that
Our souls are bare-boned

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Definitions, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Discussion

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A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

The Time Arrives

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She was in a grocery isle, looking at garbage bags and cleaning supplies – of all things – and saw hum coming from her left.

Sunglasses still on to mitigate the bright overhead lights, she angled her stance more toward him and hazedly watched him approach, expecting him to turn and walk the other way.

But he kept coming, slowly, and was watching her carefully but directly.

Every step brought his visage more clearly into view as her mind scanned for attributes that would confirm his identity correctly.

Then he stopped right there, right next to her, not looking away – just as she held herself there, though swaying a bit from not automatically bolting away, herself.

He was ready?

They were ready.

To be real….

To figure out how to explain and discuss everything.

They were ready to face fears, together, with trembling relief.

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(This morning’s last dream before waking)