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Living in a Fish Bowl
*************************** Playing by all the rules Grow a lifetime of debt If we can’t meet our needs It’s time we all protest! Climbing up the ladder To the next level above Makes us all feel proud Peers even envy our luck But! Those who thrive at the top Want to hold onto their height And the greed in their pockets Weighs down their need to fight So, the great American dream Can be had if we dare to risk We can win, or we can lose Based on the power of the rich The middle class blame the poor Who barely exist on what’s left And if their Obama aid is cut Can you imagine the unrest? There are too many people To employ without the jobs With each slice of the pie gone It all adds up to equal loss! So, do we hedge our bets Only on games we can win? Or keep wheels in motion Hoping for a positive spin? Our decisions match our efforts That can make or break us too Thinking big in a small world Is the gamble worth it to you? Copyright © Athena Rose 12/03/12 |
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Each and Every Road
************************* When you find that special kind of love Breathe it all in, and give it all back… Fill your self up to your very core Until you can’t stand it any more Know it may not come your way again And relish every moment until the end Never think you can have it all your way Always keep an open mind, and pray... God will show us the way our feet should go Are we ready to walk each and every road? Copyright © Athena Rose 12/04/12 |
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Domination - to be cont....
********************************** Vita is of two minds, as she lay transfixed in her nightmarish slumber on the eve of the full moon in December, when Luther, the devil and father of the underworld will stake claim on her soul as his right to progression. She must become his bride before the dawning of death and rebirth of all humans during the Feast of Transformation that will cleanse the kingdom of all pagans that lay wasting in wait of eternal damnation, or she too will be subject to death and transference. On this same night, in the darkest recess of her mind he came to her. Devian, a vampire of the first order in the full measure of his pride and lust, the scent of Vita’s lifeblood driving him mad with an insatiable frenzy to feed on her, to taste her sweetness, devour her goodness, to gnaw away at her mortal soul weakening her magic that likewise keeps him spellbound and reckless. Throughout the centuries Devian has walked in darkness, existing only to satisfy his need and greed for blood and power. Taking and destroying every female human in his path, desiring to remain faithful to none, until now, until Vita. This strangely captivating creature from the outer world, and he’s determined not to let Luther deprive him of the power he has over her now. In her sleep, Vita feels a cold hand caress her thigh, and she quivers. Copyright © Athena Rose 12/04/12 |
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Domination - still to be cont...
************************************** Throughout the centuries Devian has walked in darkness, existing only to satisfy his need and greed for blood and power. Taking and destroying every female human in his path, desiring to remain faithful to none, until now, until Vita. This strangely captivating creature from the outer world, and he’s determined not to let Luther deprive him of the power he has over her now. In her sleep, Vita feels an omnipresent hand caress her thigh, and she quivers. Luther will not be undone by his eldest son, Devian, who seeks to overthrow his father, and usurp omnipotent power in the kingdom of darkness. The death of the innocent in the outer world has taken root in Devian’s heart, and he must have Vita by his side, with her own power to mesmerize, her skill he can use to restrain any and all of the undead that will stand against him to protect the kingdom of Luther. Deeply entranced and unable to wake, Vita can sense, but not see the image that stands over her. She can feel in the touch of her thigh a craving, intent to take her, to make her know she belongs to the underworld, and that she must endure unrelenting consequences for her disobedience to Luther’s command to be his faithful bride only. Yet, Luther’s undeniable love for this bewitching mortal only intensifies as he looks down at her sleeping, then slowly he pulls the sheet back from around her creamy pale body. As he gazes at her naked and magnificent form, laying there helpless before him, his state of arousal begins to grow hard against his thigh. Without a word, he reaches with his right hand to caress her face, his fingers slowly move across her cheek to her succulent lips, as he brushes ever so softly against them, his fingers trailing down her neck, where his heart, so connected to hers allows him to feel her pulse from within her jugular as it begins to climb up and out of her soul to throb against his finger’s touch. From her neck, Luther deftly follows the curve of her feminine peaks, one by one, as he bends to capture a tip in his mouth he gently takes hold sucking and nibbling until they become as hard as his own erection. Physically connected, now his tongue probes inside her mind as it becomes frenzied. Her body begins to burn and tremble as his mouth takes hers, and together they taste the world they will rule together. In Luther’s mounting excitement his sharp and claw like nails tear at her skin as his heat compels him to continue his task to punish, and he sets himself upon her. Now that he has her in his grip his body quickly fuses with hers and he forgets his hatred of her betrayal, willfully he closes his mind to his anger and lays her open, his firm and muscular body eager to take and break her will. Sensing her entrapment in her dream state subconscious, Vita tries to escape, to close herself off before it’s too late. Instinctively she knows the man behind the power she feels surging through her prostrate body. Squirming, she pushes against him with both hands, but he holds her still with his legs, he’s strong and determined, pinning her delicate hands with his as he stares into her face, her intuitive eyes are now wide open as he moves his body skillfully allowing his throbbing member to push against her strength. Searching for the deepest part of her, her inner self he can master with each maddening but skillfully aimed movement he finds her, and with one hand free he guides his manhood into her soul, watching the look in her eyes as her body gives in to the pulse of his skin between her bewitching lips, dripping to meet his control. Silently he takes her, never looking away, always intently focused in her eyes as he claims his victory. Slowly, he pushes inward and even slower he pulls away, softly he probes her exterior cleft with the head of his massive relentlessness covered in the milk of her passion. He makes her hunger after him until she involuntarily moves her hips upward, searching for him, begging him to return and claim her. Luther, knowing her thoughts, boldly violates her, this time with such force that rocks her, over and over, again and again, he drives his fire deeper and deeper into her depths until their bodies and minds in unison explode as he implants his power firmly into her weakness. As she remains beneath him, Luther’s subdued anger turns to satisfaction as she becomes his, right then and without a word, Devian has met his match. Or has he? Copyright © Athena Rose 12/05/12 |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 03/14/13 03:30 AM
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Is Love Really worth It?
****************************** How many chances should we get before our luck finally runs out? 
How many times can we ignore the obvious before it finally disappears? 
Love, with all its passionate boundaries holds us accountable for our actions. Do we truly understand the damage we cause in our own lives by neglecting the love we already have? If we say, “I love you,” “I need you,” are these just words that really mean, “I want something from you.” 
Whether it’s an action or a thing desired do we base the extent of our love only on what we acquire in return for giving it? Do we sometimes wield love like a weapon, giving or withholding it until we get what we want? If love is a feeling that compels positive action, how do we explain jealousy, when we seldom have one without the other? 
How do we keep love strong if its possessive power makes us so weak? Once we find “true unconditional love” are we able to make it last forever, or only for as long as we can handle all the extremes that can go along with it? 
Is love really worth all the effort it takes to find and keep it? heart Copyright © Athena Rose 12/04/12 |
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Stayin Alive
***************** You said you cared Said you’d be there But, you really don’t And then you won’t Now I’m here alone Nobody else is home Depression setting in Feelings getting ice thin Like a needle on an old 45 Playing a song, “Stayin Alive” I try to sing and dance the beat But, without you there is no me When today was tomorrow I was racked with such sorrow Until tomorrow became yesterday And you kissed all my pain away New love with such strong possession Filled me with such a lustful obsession That nothing could extinguish the fire Burning me alive on old memories pyre But, now I know there will be no you and me And “Staying Alive” has no relativity... Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 |
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Shiny New Gifts
******************** When I am weakest, I become strong I accept my fate, even when wronged Suspicions and caution rule my thought Faith in God is what I’ve been taught He will protect my innocent heart Opening my mind to do its own part If someone wants to be in my life They will have to treat me right I give everyone the chance to be true My instinct lets me know what to do It takes some time to build up a trust Important alliances will not be rushed Mistakes are lessons that can be erased Courage grows with each trouble faced All the answers will come in due time Or I’ll close the door to all the sublime When we open a gift all shiny and new It’s fun until we get another one too Our attention is held for seconds at best The favorite is chosen, we forget the rest The only way to know your soul mate Is to experience love, as well as hate Emotions give us the power to thrive As together we learn how to “Stay Alive”! Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 |
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Stage Door Friends
*********************** In us we felt the deepest part of our soul Much light we followed to find our footing feet In darkness now we stumble, no where to go Numb, lost and humbled in this wretched defeat Ever the consummate play, it’s pretend to the end Smiles bring excitement; love is what we’re all after Curtains close, applause forgotten, stage door friends Echoes blind our eyes; shadows hide and find no laughter How can we finish with no beginning, life is so damn cruel! Being alone, always and forever, seeing what fate bestows Her paths our imprints only for others to see us as fools? Finale’s dance over, loves lost, chances gone, end of the road Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 |
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Our First Fight
******************** We had our first fight, can’t you tell? Neither one of us got sent straight to hell Detouring off the straight and narrow way Found us losing sight when we forgot to pray Love and hate, up or down, 2 different directions Both can fester and ooze like a bacterial infection Unpleasant thoughts can drive people insane Ripping the scab before healed causes pain Neither one of us got sent straight to hell We had our first fight, can’t you tell? Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 03/14/13 03:38 AM
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Scrambled Eggs & Ham, I'm Toast
**************************************** Did I see you standing over there? Did I see you sitting in a chair? Were you lying naked in my bed? Are these just pictures in my head? Was it your fingers gently cupping my breast? It was your prints that passed the test Did I feel your tongue tangled up with mine? Am I insane, eternally lost in all the sublime? I don’t know what’s fake or what’s real In my mind you deftly helped to steal Robbing my senses and leaving me void Yes, I can see me becoming an android Electrical shock waves rampant in my brain Kissin it goodbye while watching it slowly drain Wits took a leap frog fly through windows free Lost in this world and that of make believe All over the pages drips my dirty thoughts Daring eyes looking, shamelessly caught Such sweet scent arousal hard as stone Raw and tender you filleted me to the bone Throwing me on the grill you cooked my goose I’m wide awake now as you cut me lose Ropes, chains, cuffs, even puppet strings I’m ringing bells that all of freedom brings If I’m a good girl when Santa comes a knockin’ Reckon he’ll surprise me some sexual rockin? And rollin in the HEY! DO YOU HEAR ME? Is that you in my head still whistling for Dixie? Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 
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 I don’t know how to get the words out!
I see them like a viewfinder in my head I feel you gripped tight around my chest My stomach is nauseous as I try to speak I’m frustrated how you make me feel so weak Is this love that portends me to think I might die? It is madness when all I can do freely is thirst and cry My soul craves your touch so much you brought me luck Since you’ve been gone I’ve realized on you I’m hung up I try to forget how you make me smile with your eyes From my heart teaching me to reach for the sky You appeared with confidence on your face Reflecting pools of light a heart of grace Showing me what it means to be a friend Our lives go on now but to what end? I don’t know how to get the words out!
Copyright © Athena Rose 12/06/12 |
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The Lost Art of War
************************* Silent eyes do watch us as we breathe Sharing in our passion we climb to ecstasy New heights and old peril maps to destiny The future bares all we now conceive Memory collects dust from life’s cradle Old friends and new take part in our fable As with guests we invite them to our table Appetites surrender under love’s label Jealousy and obsession restore to life Long hidden feelings aching to bear strife Cloak and dagger tongues cut like a knife Nothing honors when hate can be rife Chivalry reawakens its lost art of war As beauty lays naked conspicuous allure Dueling egos vie for the master’s whore In victory’s battle reap a just reward Copyright © Athena Rose 12/07/12 
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 03/14/13 03:43 AM
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The Poseidon Adventure
***************************** His eyes twinkle in Orion’s skies with ease he leads so much wants to please her clouds cover mysteries hover incomprehensible how he teases her in youthful exuberance they dance for amusement two steps forward one step back side to side they quickly lose their stride he controls she bestows kisses in unison soft wet lips parting ever so slightly her thighs grip his… first taste makes him crazy for her devotion he will climb mountains swim in her ocean stroking evoking under sea motion diving in at his leisure deeper darker drowning his mind in a whirl how will he escape this sea creature’s girl with visions in his head she won’t let him be never set him free in the balance of time they’ll come to rest in Poseidon’s depths
Copyright © Athena Rose 12/07/12 |
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Closed Caption
******************** YOU……. are my first… my virgin ingenuity YOU take… I can’t fake excitement… I give it away eagerly freely and YOU take ME… marry my soul YOU…….. protect and respect never neglect… I am so happy YOU are YOU and I am ME alive on the precipice ……… on the very edge I CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD! day after day entranced calling your name… then suddenly a whisper on the wind catches my ear and this is what I hear… “we’re playing a game”… “and you’re it”… ARE WE? AM I?............ just a pawn on this board of your life to use, abuse and amuse…. YOU! or am I the queen with free reign and skill moving in closer until… you’re king backs into a corner GAME OVER! …………………………….! Unwilling to accept defeat unchallenged… YOU come back for more this time… with your influence to control my fate YOU urge ME to play with your superior intellect hunting ME down following ME around YOU capture ME! isolate my knight in shining armor doing to me all manner of unspeakable things indiscreet… taking everything from ME until in the silence I feel such hate slapping ME in the face... opening my eyes I have to cry for only a moment though because now my part is over so………… it’s the end of the show… “Closed Caption” Copyright© Athena Rose 12/08/12 |
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A Love Story - In the Beginning
************************************** She remembers his face the seriousness in his eyes when she pushed him away but the longing in his mind convinced him to stay he has to have her he already does he knows how it was but can not live without her love she gives him… every wall she ever built came crashing down and he loves her still as she wanders around all over town looking for what? for whom? she can’t even see her thoughts are not free they’re as confining as jail while she’s locked in her chair wishing on stars that shine on her there enlightening her mind in faded hues of colors so bright he arrives in the night holds her so tight nothing feels more right until she says no she’s got to let go… but he stands in her way he will not be swayed as he stares at her face she’s ripping his heart out and he can’t help but shout “Is this what you want?” as he too gives it a squeeze “NO, DON’T!” she cries “It’s now your heart and mine they truly combine two are now one there’s a song to be sung with a rhythm so sweet without yours in me neither would beat we’re just not complete words, they don’t flow your eyes lose their glow we have to go slow tell me you know this is our time this is our place but for true love’s ballad we can surely wait.”
Copyright© Athena Rose 12/08/12 |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 03/14/13 03:53 AM
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Death Has Been Resurrected
******************************** That which was dead has returned to life lurking in shadows staying out of sight hunting and hungry to soothe his appetite waiting there quietly for a chance to strike plotting >>>>a>>>>course for revenge and strife an obsession so intense it needs no fire it feeds on itself steeped in hellish desire the object of possession matters not her purpose to be owned as a virgin that’s bought paid for in blood lust is a must he won’t be denied as he shakes off the dust from the travel around the world and back he plots a new and varied attack from his clutches she will never escape now that he’s found her the death knoll awaits her presence to nourish the ground where she lay on this cold December day smiling contented his plan now fulfilled if he can’t have her nobody will 
Copyright© Athena Rose 12/09/12 |
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Love's Growing Madness
**************************** She takes a wider stride today as the woods signal her a warning… behind the trees and underbrush he hides early and every morning… obsessed… watching her move he waits… contemplates in silence… his plan to have her is brewing… with lust filled eyes and a placid face he will never concede to losing… for months he’s been stalking her becoming familiar with all her ways… patterns true as clock work there will be for her no escape… she wishes upon the northern star to guide her life towards some meaning… but against the dense dark night stands he whose reality is quite deceiving… his madness grows within his chest starving out the love and happiness… and only when he feels her life finally drain through his hands and fingers… will he have an inkling of guilt to seek or need her forgiveness…
Copyright© Athena Rose 12/09/12 |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Thu 03/14/13 04:02 AM
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My Reaction to Jealousy
****************************** I was asked recently what my reaction to being made jealous in a personal relationship would be.. So, here I am, in a nut shell.. figuratively speaking, of course.. lol… SO… You really are A CHEAT!! 
I see…. Your pretty words and flashy smiles they aren’t meant just FOR ME! “You’re the only one I see!” you proclaimed convincingly… Yet in my darkness where I can’t see 
you flirt ever so shamelessly, to garner attention whether good or bad stooping to levels that make me mad! 
SO… If this is the way it’s going to be it’s about time I set you free! 
I don’t play second fiddle in your orchestra of girls where you can pick and choose from around the world… dancing you romance to make each one yours how many times have you already scored? Never mind! I don’t give a shyt what you do follow your own path and I will too! WHAT? did you expect a different response from ME? Really? sorry to disappoint but this is all you’ll get… I’ve never been interested in what’s widely spread around like the flu for all to catch… look at us now such a bleeding mess... and a waste of good energy it’s true… we could have spent it on us until I found out in you I cannot trust! SO… before you go spinning pretty heads your way… remember my words I speak here today… I don’t look back after I move on… there’s too many faces to focus only on one… especially if he doesn't stop to consider... before doing me wrong and making me bitter… Copyright© Athena Rose (12/10/12)
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I'm Better Off Dead
************************* Trusting my instincts I followed you into the night where you first declared affection from a withering height… Memories our golden years would to us be like Spring together forever enjoying what happiness brings… But now I lay anguished an invisible knee on my chest there’s no love in me after you took what he left… How could you do this you’ve broken my heart with my feelings all trampled I’m falling apart… My thoughts think of nothing with a resounding hole in my head where once played our music is heard silence instead… Pity me not as I remain here at rest for with a love like yours I would be better off dead
Copyright © Athena Rose 12/10/12 |
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Don't You Want Me
*********************** I don’t know who you are unless you show me won’t you plzzzzzzz… you know me just show me... why must you keep me guessing confused always searching for you… exposing my tender underbelly to the stares even glares of onlookers who must think I’m crazy… but they are to me like so many ghosts appearing before my eyes to see right through them… always and only looking for you… how long will you hide this way… why? don’t you want me...
to see you don’t you want me...
to hear you don’t you want me...
to be with you loving you madly giving of ourselves completely in vulnerability being so free… opening eyes releasing our spirits to fly so high we materialize come alive… you are the unknown unseen 
light of my life… Copyright© Athena Rose 12/11/12 |
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