Category: Poetic Musings

In quiet of mind’s heart,
Creation becomes art

Normally unattainable
By external motivations.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Merit has become cheapened –
Sold like a drug on the streets;

Valor is long forgotten –
Only allowed in fantasy.

Morals are tales at parties
To get you popular acclaim;

Pride that owns legitimacy
Is bought by money’s name.

I put myself into a test
Observing abdications

How I could develop self
Into real form of past relics.

Imperfect in near-prime:
Scrambling to keep time

To behaviors we were designed
To embrace as evolving humans.

Bows that break…
Hearts left crying

Struggle to overcome
Fears in their quaking.

A long lullaby
As a goodbye

Leaves children
Alone – forsaken,

Begging for sight
Of making alright

What needs
Redemption.

There’s no end to loss –
Just a brief staying of

The hands which wield
Life-to-death command.

What chaotic anarchy
Once angels broke off

Blessed path their God
Charged them to keep?

Wars, famine, corruption –
Greed’s eruption feeding

While we as a population
Bow to our own suffering.

Why does progress seem to drag as
Try to create positive associations?

Heaviness has become more dense
As emotions press down – resistant.

Baggage that’s aged and molded
Still carried for unknown reasons

Propagates gloom in atmosphere
Despite efforts to discard the past.

Having not yet found a man available who is worthy of me allows me to take myself more seriously and settle into my own patterns deeply as I relinquish this once cherished quest to others.

Invested conversation,
Genuine participation.

I lead with my heart which gets me in trouble:
Perhaps, I’m overgenerous and too genuine.

Men either love mystery or are ill-inclined
To commit to a woman of worth’s caliber.

Of parties far between and few
She kept to self a point of view,

Fascinated by mass persuasion
On behaviors and genuflections.

Though at times tried and judged –
Mostly understood, pride budged

With her heart opening into delight
At the prospect of joining such fun.

It is better to love as a friend
Than to lose life’s connection.

Where there is a void of love
When one is deserving more

And then love comes greeting
After forced to close the door,

Desolation rescinds its position,
Allowing new hope’s acquisition

Where dawn rebirths light
Once night had overcome.

It was always there, underneath the surface – quietly screaming.
She could not understand why ground didn’t hold to get better.

An entire lifetime in some sort of denial or struggle that
Just would not resolve no matter what she put into it –

Until she finally accepted this would just be as it was
And began focusing on what she enjoyed, instead.

Determined to reembrace joy,
She splurged despite worries

Purchasing flowers and vegetables
For having her transportable garden.

They only last as long
As we keep pretending.

Sometimes we are in denial or
Absorbed into learning aspects,

But, eventually time’s experience
Reveals lack of common values.

Makes thoughts insane
As makes losses regain

What positivity uncovered
Where once undiscovered

That could better manuever
Into reconstructing purpose.

Her growth was not dependent upon others,
But it longed for forums to expand her roles.

How does one
Handle issues?

Look at their past
Response patterns.

See beyond face
Value to outcome.

Tracking while
Seeking signs

Of a heart gone
Into deep cover,

Not realizing that
You can’t find one

Unwilling to be found
With buried emotions.

Positivity acknowledges worth,
Negativity demotes promotion.

Being able to positively contribute
While having space to live joyfully.

Youthful curiosity
In well-bred mind

Beyond singularity,
Unbound by time.

Constant analysis
As only male mind,

Spontaneous leaps
Entwining with mine.

If the effort required engages
More vexation than tolerable,

At this point, no matter reward,
Preference is “avoid if possible.”

For I’m done with aggrivation’s
Entangling in processing loops:

I just want to feel serenity
In everything I have to do.

She was not a control freak – but,
Having one’s mind turned against

While categorized public enemy #1
When existence was exact opposite

Left her feeling brutalized and twitchy,
Unsure she could ever trust a new man.

She had promoted her family of
Children and husband laughing:

It was always her dream to nourish
Any space where hope was lacking.

To see their smiles engaging wiles –
Witness intelligence overcome trials;

To cherish them where she’d had none
Was definition of love’s purpose above.

But, to have every effort bent to match
Man’s subconscious brought damnation.

Sunlight seeks through pinholes in blinds
Where strung slats need spacing as align.

Pressing in its brightness to awaken my duty
Comparing once relationships to own beauty.

I am an innovator – never a dominator, though
Dealing with his checking-out forced me below,

Firming my desire’s requirements as struggling
Against a partner’s “high” deflections mitigating.

I cannot explain what it is like to be thwarted
In every attempt of honesty’s vital functioning –

Except that its like a cloud suppress-engulfing
Momentum into stopping, rendered obsoletion

By a brilliant mind bent upon promoting stoic
Anarchy against structure to appease demons.

Don’t ever commit to a relationship with such
A person determined to avoid all participation

For you will find yourself confused and enraged –
Where before promoted mutual benefit inclusion.

Just because I saw some
And was allowed at table

Does not mean that I know
Their purpose or I am able

To divine their inclinations
Nor why they then included –

Except empathy helps
Others feel understood

Perhaps I have been too active
At work, shopping, and the gym.

Perhaps I will no longer schedule
Doctor or any other appointments.

Perhaps I will minimize paperwork,
Do home workouts and our cooking.

Perhaps I will reboot all my lost energy
By promotion’s slow-down repurposing.

Am I sick or very weary?
They’re the same: dreary.

No payment for confusion;
No refuge in any disillusion.

I’m not being negative, just
What to do has mind hectic.

Learning that bias dominates
Against logic and good grace

Has me worried over everything
And unsure what I can rely upon.

One could think frustration
Is something easy to beat –

Especially when you have
Access to new resources.

When mine were stripped,
Rage flared to immobilize.

I fought severe lockdown,
Recognizing the dangers.

I kept myself from screaming
At circumstances preventing.

I rallied valiantly against the
Depression smothering Hope.

Once we got away, I thought
All that influence dissipates.

But, muscle memory dictates
Until you train it to new things.

There is backlash when
Similar thematics repeat.

Time for quiet’s solitude
Is needed for processing

Before new confidence
Improves associations.

Managing work flows,
Sometimes getting sick:

There are times to move –
Slowing down if too quick.

Looking for your truth, I found me, instead:
I was the one who was my own best friend.

I saw myself just now in
A mirror, looking proud:

It’s so strange how my
Pieces were scattered.

Be careful what you say to people
Because they misconstrue easily –

Allowing their fears to misdirect
Your original positivity’s meaning.

As pressures pushed to overwork,
She felt she never had enough time.

Then, she realized the solution was
To slow down and let time find her.

I must face that there is only one of me
And that though I provide healing therapy,

Each session expends in incredible efforts –
Which drains my energy, needing recovering.

Therefore, in my current commitment pursuits,
I am limited in how much money I can generate

If I am needing to retain sense of personal space
While giving so much positivity to my community.

If I wear makeup and arrange hair,
If I buy Gucci and pluck or use Nair;

If I fit a slot or allow others into mine,
If I give up values and submit to grind;

If I close my mouth into agreeable smile,
If I desire only others’ happiness in Style;

If I stand by while others make Hope bleed,
If I submit to narcistic, consumptive greed;

If I am available every day for your needs,
If I get stepped on so that others succeed –

And so many other messaged debasements –
Then, I am worth loving without chastisement.

Integral to her health was balance –
Which is what she kept reaching for.

But, when conflicting pressures arose,
She couldn’t find herself behind doors.

When this happened she became sick –
For only then would world slow turning.

How was one person to handle so much
While ensuring identity was reemerging?

Loving acceptance.
Truthful congruence.

Caring for the masses
Instead of such abuses.

When you think it’s guaranteed, don’t bet on it.

The more you reach to grab it, the more it evades.

It’s got to be seen as a side benefit – with only a casual glance noting its attainment.

For if you are really hungry and in need, something conspires to take away its dependability.