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What's the point
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 Athena Rose © 01/16/13
To have dreamed you were already a believer And then I wake up...
sleep is insignificant to belief |
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"Citrus Passion" Remember last summer, lying nude after playing love games... Hot salty night, our skin the same… Glistening bodies, slippery loves sweat… Drifting together, legs tangled, wet… You leaned over me, your kiss was sweet… Then you whispered I'm thirsty, I'll get us a treat… I didn't want to let you go, let the moment die… I didn't want space between you and I…. Gently you disengaged from me… Explaining you'd be back so patiently… My eyes were heavy when you returned to love land… Bearing your treat , an orange in your hand… With the very first tear of the orange peel… The spray of the juice on my body I feel… We laughed in unison, the citrus had flare… The mist felt delicious, heaven scent in the air… You pulled off a section, rubbed it gently on me… Then licked the juice off my thighs and tummy… Urgent kisses now tasting of orange… Lovers in heat, citrus passion reborn…. CITRUS PASSION REBORN! |
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PIGS
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I hear you bo, and I feel your feelings too. Seems like we're in the same boat, and neither of us has a paddle. 
What's your plan to save us from drowning? |
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What's the point
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Ever in my quiet mind I’m all alone with time Eternally you bewilder me And all I can do is cry Every ache that ever was Rages at once in my voided soul Forcing me to admit defeat I no longer have control Life spirals me endlessly I’m always too dizzy to think How will I ever find you, or me With hope dangling on the brink Bravdo and wit might save my face But nothing rescues me from the pain Now I fear it is too late for us As my will is no longer the same Day after day I repeat my steps Like a machine obeying commands My feelings are irrelevant now As I forget there was ever a plan Going thru the motions that’s me Is the only path ahead I can see So what’s the point to all this fantasy When only believers rely on their dreams Athena Rose © 01/16/13
To have dreamed you were already a believer |
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The green eyed monster
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once upon a time we were on the same path having fun and lots of laughs until one day we got mad stopped talking, it was sad since then, looking back we can still see the tracks even though we didn’t last we’re always there, in our past well, after we went our separate ways we both began living just for today knowing we can’t wait ‘til tomorrow because time won’t let us borrow so, we worked to forget about us closing our eyes to all there was though it might still sting some what we had to move on from lost love then, we came to this fork in the road both trying to decide which way to go should we move forward pretty fast or keep traveling along nice and slow either way, we get out and go to Mingle after all, life is now, and we’re still single so we joke around and begin to flirt making new friends, we dish a little dirt when all of a sudden we’re on red alert! the lover’s past has come sneakin back and it wants to take a bite out of our a$$ as passion and envy mix, there’s an attack cuz, dying embers can reignite an old flame it’s a natural occurrence nobody to blame even if our lives have drastically changed once hearts connect, love’s there to remain besides, when a broken heart is on the mend without time we haven’t gotten over it yet and watching us have fun could get them upset leading them to actions we all could regret because in the heat of passion we often forget green eyed monsters don’t play with a full deck well, what do we do in relationships like these how do we move forward safe and independently and, will the next person understand this history even sticking around when/if the s#it gets deep I guess it just depends on the level of intimacy that a new relationship has been able to reach  Athena Rose © 01/14/13
The end of your love is the end of love |
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PIGS
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I just want to be heard
I just want to be found HELP! IS ANYBODY THERE? OVER HERE! WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER ME? Am I screaming or Am I paranoid? My voice of reason forgotten Away in the dry fields So faint and tender; fading away I see THEY CAN HEAR ME YELL THEY APPROVE WITH THEIR HEADS I’m confused JUST AS FAST THEY LOOK AWAY A common site? Am I a criminal? Another victim of mistaken identity! Am I cursed to be abused? TO BE USED & STEPPED ON Am I a life or a stone? So I close my eyes; Erase, Forgive, Forget My open conniving eyes refuse to be deceived I SEE YOU PIGS |
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This View
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Sited like a bewildered king
I stare at the world before me the randomness of every frame the different shoes & unique steps Dirty, New, Filthy, Ugly, Clean the ways of my race A figure at end of the race Position & wealth; Humanity’s Purpose This kingdom of haste & hate At my sight She shrugs in disgust Maybe its the stench Maybe the drenched clothes Maybe the dirty toes Sometimes there’s just bigger things This street, this world, mine These sky ceiling my roof my home. |
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Future Past
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His reflection so faint in the depth of my eyes
Have you lost weight? Or are my eyes this far gone? All I see is a Shadow Like a thing discovering life So frail and afraid Hiding within itself, in that shell A shy curious smile & a puzzled gaze But something sane remains Giving its place away The rhythm of its solid heart growing tight Sounds like a tortured soul about to break Squalls of Anticipation reduced to showers of rain Like a broken man broken again I believe I had a stand-off with ugliness itself I was puzzled & amazed In the filth & insanity I found a face Like a scene from a movie I’m staring at myself Waking up to the squeaks of my teeth It’s warm but I am cold inside It’s the dreams preying on my peace of mind So much commotion, confusion & effect ‘Am I an excuse or of use?’ A puzzle As complex as abused kids getting off on inflicting pain Who to blame? Are they being dumb or is it Consequence? BURRY THE PAST Arrest me !!! for the murder of whoever says that next future & past are tied to the hip Past without future is like good without bad So I leak my wounds & suffer regrets Hide the scars & look presentable |
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A war of words...
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{speechless} wow.. thanks for not speaking then, KiK... lol...
LINES LIKE KICKS TO THE GROIN ........... |
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A war of words...
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{speechless} wow.. thanks for not speaking then, KiK... lol...
LINES LIKE KICKS TO THE GROIN ........... |
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JUST LIFE
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looking at this long list of what happens in our lives it's amazing what we all live through.. some go thru more than others... it's just life... excellent write, bo...
Thanks |
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JUST LIFE
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looking at this long list of what happens in our lives it's amazing what we all live through.. some go thru more than others... it's just life... excellent write, bo...
Thanks |
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JUST LIFE
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looking at this long list of what happens in our lives it's amazing what we all live through.. some go thru more than others... it's just life... excellent write, bo...
Thanks |
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JUST LIFE
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looking at this long list of what happens in our lives it's amazing what we all live through.. some go thru more than others... it's just life... excellent write, bo...
Thanks |
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JUST LIFE
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Sometimes we cry;
Sometimes we smile; Sometimes we laugh; Just life. Sometimes we die; Sometimes we survive; Sometimes we feel like dying; Just life. Sometimes we love; Sometimes we hate; Sometimes we mate; Just life. Sometimes we dream; Sometimes we sleep; Sometimes we live our dreams;; Just life. Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we bleed; Sometimes we achieve; Just life. Sometimes we kill; Sometimes just for the beef; Sometimes we are just mentally ill; Just life. Sometimes we run; Sometimes to keep fit; Sometimes after thieving; Just life. Sometimes we marry; Sometimes it’s just the money; Sometimes it’s just the dick; Just life. Sometimes we think; Sometimes we are stupid; Sometimes we think we are stupid; Just life. Sometimes we smell; Sometimes it’s roses; Sometimes we didn’t bathe; Just life. Sometimes we war; Sometimes it’s freedom; Sometimes we are racist; Just life. Sometimes we work; Sometimes to make money; Sometimes to make bombs; Just life. Sometime we live; Sometimes our dreams; Sometimes to die another day; Just life. |
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Naked and Exposed...
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this is what he says to me… I give you to the count of three… to get your story straight my dear… and… I want to hear it loud and clear… tell me why you pose in the nude… your naked body exposed for his view… why you give him what is mine to see… how you could do it all for free… you’re acting like a dirty slut… just like a whore… who can’t get enough… you talk filthy trash like one too… I’m surprised anyone still speaks to you… you’ve made choices… I don’t respect… listening to the voices… in your head… we each have principles… morals too… so how can you live… without any rules… you answer to no one… this you’ve said… so alone you’ll stay… while I’m this upset… so upset… I want to turn away… make you feel the shame… point the finger of blame… at you… I don’t understand why you did it… why you would take such a risk… don’t you care what anybody thinks… your sinful nature… I swear… it stinks… 
who are you… my judge and jury… how I live… is not your worry… as an artist… I capture my flaws… as an artist… I expose my flaws and all… there is so much beauty… in all the ugly… to understand… you have to see… not every eye will agree… that’s fine with me… but… to know an author… you read her book… to know a photographer… you see the pictures she took… to know me… as a woman… open your mind and look… I’m not asking you for anything… I’m not asking you to like me… I’m just practicing my freedom of speech… and my self expression is free… until I decide otherwise… how you react is what you’ll do… but I won’t hold your choices against you… and I’d appreciate you showing me the same respect too… we’re all adults in here… and I hope I’ve made myself perfectly clear… ©AthenaRose01/09/13
Loud & Clear Love. |
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A ménage a trois...
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she asks me why I like to play… hey… no way… this isn’t a game… this is serious today… he’s looking our way… the one I want to see naked… be naked with… our thoughts exposed for all to see… uncovered and shaking… quaking the ground… unsteady minds all around… waiting for walls to come tumbling down… why frown… smile… laugh… revel in our gaffes… art is to be enjoyed like that… unrestricted… and yes… even conflicted… it can be overwhelming… relentlessly compelling… both magical and free… seeking to please… created between us three… a ménage a trois we can be… you… me… and him… and them… one… two… three… four… no telling how many, many more… secrets begging to be unsealed… longing to be revealed… hidden in darkness… silent and daring… ready for sharing… why hold back… does it feel like an attack… an attack on our senses… breaking down all our defenses… are we worried about denigration… do we fear alienation… for who we are… for proudly wearing scars… scars that defy our bleeding hearts… we are who we are… we are all rock stars… each… in our own way… let’s not be afraid… let’s say what we came to say… let’s write and portray… lets’ be ourselves… always… ©AthenaRose01/10/13
i'm in love |
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A ménage a trois...
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are we worried about denigration…
do we fear alienation… for who we are… for proudly wearing scars… scars that defy our bleeding hearts… we are who we are… we are all rock stars… each… in our own way… let us not be afraid… let us say what we came to say… let us write and portray… lets’ be ourselves… always… silent and daring… ready for sharing… secrets begging to be unsealed… longing to be revealed… out of the darkness & into the light while waiting for walls to come tumbling down… why frown… smile… laugh… revel in our gaffes… art is to be enjoyed like that… unrestricted… and yes… even conflicted… it can be overwhelming… relentlessly compelling… both magical and free… |
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Falling out of love
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when we met… we were a triple threat… he said… she said… we said… everybody placed their bet… how long would the magic last… when illusions vanish fast… our hands quicker than our eyes… we weren’t surprised… what we saw… is what we draw… conclusions vs. delusions... egos suffering contusions… from envy to scorn… happy to forlorn… that’s what happened to us… we began falling out of love… all our feelings… going… going… gone… what went wrong…? cold to hot… when unaware… hot to cold… like we never really cared… when we talked… it was heavy… dead air… empty stares… we hoped the other would say goodbye… and… nobody would cry… try to save us… why… that would be a lie… now… we’re moving on… bygones in the past… we ask… is acceptance worth the task…? no… yes… maybe… it is… sealed with a kiss… an unconditional kiss of familiarity… wakens the sleeping beauty… in all of us… who do we trust…? communication a must… or a bust…? who knows… what the future holds… as we travel the same roads… again… and again… and again… unfettered… refusing to pretend… ©AthenaRose01/10/13
we ask… is acceptance worth the task…? no… yes… maybe… it is… sealed with a kiss… an unconditional kiss of familiarity… wakens the sleeping beauty… in all of us… WOw!!! acceptance isn't earned it's given so NO it isn't worth the task or maybe depends really sometimes we have to dig our own way out of these dark holes just for a moment of sunshine so if your sunshine is away fight your way into the heart |
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Robot Or Human?
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I’m always conflicted
between what is expected of me & what I really need? Do people just live or Do we get to Live? If you ask me I’d say we waste all our time satisfying other’s needs; I do not dream, I have no dreams; I lost my foresight; somewhere between being a father and a husband, Responsibility caught up to me; Dreams became too luxurious to keep There comes a point where a man decides; To make his family’s up keep first priority Or to sleep in his shame & drown in his stupidity. Does it matter what makes you happy? Or are our paths already drawn before our grand appearance? Is it worth it? To always be the kind quiet one To have no arguments & no satisfaction To be tasteless; not bitter, not sweet; Being neutral to what’s nice & what hurts ; All because, it is expected of you. Do you ever feel Angry & tired of being so in control? Do you ever feel like shouting? Hitting someone? Going out to drawn in Foolishness? Are you never frustrated? |
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