Crisp-edged apple-cheese pancakes.
So good, you better believe it!
(Contrary to perfect fantasy, the making of which will likely occur in the next two weeks, as my schedule in already too overloaded!)
Birthday Dreams
Shoved too close to him and his girlfriend, I found myself in his car with them.
I was in the passenger seat and she was on the center console, legs across his lap and arm wrapped around his neck while she ever cozied into him.
As streams of never ceasing “I am so great at everything I do, don’t you agree Honey? – and so are you!” poured from her mouth enspelling him, I suddenly found that my clothes were completley gone in the bright daylight, yet luckily found part of a sheet from the car floor in front of me to drag up over my voluptuous naketude.
Embarrased does not quite describe the feeling – and I could not afford to dub it mortification.
Once we parked, I carefully got out and walked carefully backward away from them with the sheet still held in front of me until I reached a nearby bathroom and could change into a lightweight one piece jumper.
As I emerged, it became clear that many men and women were using these back rooms for sexual hookups – and I was relieved and surprised to find him at the front of the building, waiting for me at the entrance to a huge video arcade.
His girlfriend had already gone inside, I assumed, and he stood tbere smiling at me.
Until now, I couldn’t figure out why or how I was dreaming of him because the dream had come without my asking, and he was so real here right in front of me.
As he then went to go purchase us tokens, I realized his being there was a birthday gift to me.
One By One
After the wild mixed tiger and leopard breeds came to visit me indoors for scritches and the farm help and I made sure the huge, muddy sows with their young piglets were doing well, as I went onward from there a small red hen, then a gray speckled, and then a sleek black one had me carry them around as wished me well while coddled.
Dear Alex,
I’ve needed a man that I could identify with.
Somehow, it’s always been you.
Thank you.
Something Difficult
After I have pushed myself to break past internal barriers, I have a hard time accepting that I need rest for rebooting.
(Take Me To The River – Annie Lennox)
So Dame Good!
The Night Shift
Groping around for any sense of familarity, she felt confused and bereft because she couldn’t feel how she used to be anymore
“Propagation”
Dreams Come True [1] (Script)
By Athena Stairs
First Drafted April 2016 / Rewrite In-Process as of February 2024
Present, Late Morning:
A tram slows to round a long curve in between the narrow channel of two raised banks of dirt formed like the inner sides of a canal.
As it straightens and passes through parts of an industrial low-income part of town, two tough-looking men are roughing up a young man along the upper edge of one side of the bank, and a woman dressed in layered robes brandishes a thick and gnarled wooden staff at him.
She seems to direct the men to push the younger man off from the top of the bank – and they grab him, knocking off his glasses, just as the tram rounds another curve, blocking the passengers’ view of the outcome.
Dusty, golden-hued sunlight filters inside the cab and a rippling of nervous tension and loud chattering breaks out as passengers call out to one another.
“Did you see that? That man on the bank above?”
“I think they pushed him off the edge!”
“No, it can’t be true!” whispers a young woman sitting next to a window with an open view to what has just happened and an expression of shock and dread upon her face.
Abruptly standing up in a state of panic, she turns and looks around frantically as a crowd surges back toward the rear-facing window, conjecturing and jockeying to see what is happening.
A few specks of glimmering dust settle briefly upon the woman’s coated shoulders as if to console her before they are whoosh-spiraled away by another passenger’s quick jogging past on his way to tell the operator to stop the tram.
Fingers white-knuckle-gripping the aisle poles in front of her, she begins pushing hard through the crowd to also catch any glimpse of the struggling young man…
Hyde’s Bride: Valhalla
Whilst we might not experience the progress we desire to see and are striving for in our own lifetimes, by being aware and present – by being diligent and contributive – we may turn the odds to future generations’ favor, and live each day knowing that we are heroes.
(She’s A Rainbow – The Rolling Stones)
Hyde’s Bride: The Rage Of Injustice
It’s not so much anger, but of trapped energy stiffled and swelling as the gag is shoved into the victim’s mouth while they are forcefully raped and pillaged.
Anger comes later, when it is often too late.
For we have been bred to be lambs for the slaughter.
Come On
Much of my life seems a continuum of pain, pressure, and pushing forward against odds.
Silken Wind Hound
That Part of My Brain…
Still On Hold
So far, any attempts to address the injuries to my neck only bring more destabilization with increased pain and nerve flare.
“Girrafes”
Reaching For The Stars
I can’t stop reaching for that next hand and foothold – or even dragging my body forward when I can no longer climb or walk.
Out Of Body Experience
I try to be present in my body and reclaim internal territory that I have lost.
But it is hard to gain a center amongst so much nerve pain and structural injury.
(Joy – For King + Country)
Dear Alex,
I keep maneuvering to stay within the eye of the storm, but it is difficult to not fear the destructive power raging all around me.
“Eye On The Sky”
Zoom…
“Dragon’s Landing”
“Sprightly”
“Valentine Cheer”
Visionaries
We can show the world what it needs to see.
Dear Alex,
Sometimes when I see you speak, it is as if directly to me – and I am struck through my core and reinforced on my quest to be free.
Perhaps indeed we mirror, after all.
“Dragon Waves”
Plaster on ceiling.
Possible repost.
Zoom…
Dragon Flight: Homeward Bound
“It’s been a grueling road
Nurturing precious load
Of a youngling half drake
Growing wings to partake
I could fly only so high into
Azure-deep beckoning skies
Held earthbound for kit
Who learned how to flit
First in smallest circles –
Now loop de loop tricks
Looking back now years fleeting
Our valiant hearts kept beating
Among foes while protecting
Our dreams feeling neglected
Of wide open viridescent lands
Giving grace to gentler humans
Whereupon once we found
Praised as hallowed ground.”
Justice
Sometimes, no matter how much it is greatly needed or wanted, it is better to just even the playing field and restart toward better horizons.
(A Song For You – Ray Charles)
“Soft Contours”
Zoom…
Dear Alex,
I am confused regarding how to manage my situation.
I can’t discern clearly which priorities to focus upon.
They say “look within for the answers,” but I am too bogged down internally.
Or “give it over to a higher power,” but there is not one that I trust implicitly.
I have an external support team, but each person helps with only a fragment of my “dilemma.”
Ultimately, I am the center; the designer; the full weight-bearer.
I am also being argued with where it is not helpful, which is agitating.
Meanwhile, the disruption of the accident has caught up with me regarding finances.
I have been addressing this by staggering bills, but it feels like my grip is slipping – which has been causing me to panic.
While the insurance companies pressure me in attempts to prematurely discontinue responsibility, I also feel my own instincts trying to ramp me back up into going out to make my own money.
This is how I have primarily functioned until the accident: adrenaline bursts into intensive activity, spurring innovation for my family’s continued survival.
But I can’t currently perform in this way in order to overcome the challenges that I am facing.
My mind and body are unable to comply performance-wise – though spirit is struggling to keep willing.
These “multi-verse” pressures are jumbling up my instinctive impulses and skewing abilities to focus on what I can attend to right now.
Time is running out for my somehow being ready for launching into a new career by end of summer, if not forced to do so sooner.
I had hoped to use this recovery time to also finish my script and Bachelor’s degree while proceeding with the career retraining I am already halfway through.
But external resistances have been countering my worthy attempts.
And survivalism again conscripts.
“Halo”
“Solar Flare”
It’s Friday!
Poverty
Makes it difficult to buy food, pay for (or even find and secure) housing – and definitely forces creativity onto the back burner in the struggle for survival.
Working On It! :D
(Easy – Seinabo Sey)
“Stumped”
Discouraged and “down in the dumps,” I’d say…
Flagger-tee-lee!
If I stopped moving long enough and really took stock of my losses, at this point I would just lay down and stop trying.
Dropped Like A Stone
Somewhere in my support chain, something behind the scenes was not done in time to secure the one credit full session course I petitioned for in order to make progress toward completing my Bachelor’s degree.
Unparalelled
I am beginning to work directly on my injured nec, spine , and leg regions.
Incident On Walnut Sreet
This time, we will not run.
This time, we’ll fight the lion.
Intimacy
To seek it anew after it never grew is a dicey venture.
“Evening Tea Leaf”
(You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman – Aretha Ftanklin)
Mountain Warrior
Self Determination
Repetition is key to overcoming obstacles while climbing.
Be assured that there will be slides and lost ground in attempting to make progress
But only by persevering will these all eventually be overcome.
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