blackdalia

Voices in the whirlwind
Screaming sighing singing
Hands reach out from the ether
from out of the swirling fog of never-
land, to grab onto a false prophet
He sings praises to a God who is not there.

I am a lost soul in this time
raging against this beast of mine
I've locked it in a steal cage
it burns up the page in a fiery rage.
The whirlwind swirls around us
Souls lost among the dust.
Crying out to a God that is not there.
long lost he is somewhere in the ether.

Athena

I saw that face you made
like you just drank sour lemonade.
You're one pussy whipped willow,
growing on a stick bush in a meadow.
dandilion hair on a green stem.
I ain't buying those looks none of them.
You can keep those sour faces
for the celestial high places
I ain't buying none of it.
I see through your act
Pussy whipped willow in a meadow
Swallowing these words now
I saw that face you made
like you just drank sour lemonade.

Athena

I can still smell the dandelions
spicy and sweet on the air
the day I went out to chase a dragonfly
metallic blue green and sparkling.
Down to a little babbling brook
where the bull frogs croak.
childhood quickly passing
I never did catch that dragonfly
I brought home poly-wogs and dandelions
mud sullying an immaculate floor.
Out dancing under a rainbow
in a summer time sun shower
bright yellow and black wings
decided to chase butterflies instead.

Athena

Rat tat tat knock on the wood.
No one at home in there.
the voice is an illusion
I don't really exist here.
what is the price of love?- blood?
I am certain I heard some one call.
Insanity-walking through a crowded mall.
everything moves like a slow moving film
Why is that woman crying?
chaos reigns here-(knock the wood again).

Can I get an instant replay from above?
I was crying in the bathroom.
then something made me laugh
I don't remember where it came from.

I am nothing coming from nothing
substance I once had something.
I lost it some where after this
meaning is lost in feverish madness.

I would like a strawberry banana smoothie
a faery whisks by suddenly in the moment
On ward with the cart I have a bus to catch.
People rushing in a hurry going no where.
The faery makes me laugh at something absurd.

A sad thought passes again I shake it off.
People chattering on the bus.
the weather is a hot topic.
Snow is on its way again.

It's all a jumble of words now.
words to convey a feeling
I had in a moment of time.
I can hear my bells chiming
Perhaps the only thing that
proves I exist that sound.
tinkle jingle tinkle jingle.

Why was I crying in the bathroom?
What is the price of love? Blood?
It's nothing really-nothing but words now.
So if it is nothing why does it still hurt?
A dull ache now in the left chamber.

No rhyme or reason here in my tower of babble.
I am seeking something to prove I exist.
something beyond substance-stuff-matter.
A soul perhaps-in the heart-in the brain-
A voice singing in the blood.

Is love the answer?
Or is it the question?
What song of love is sung in the blood?
Is it love, or something else?

I am nothing-come from nothing
(I am nothing if not insane.)
something to prove I am something?
It is an illusion finally.
I will go on after these words.
Is that illusion too?

Insanity-are these words,
this my tower of babble ramble.
Because I have nothing else to say.
Now please go-no don't go away.
I can't bear to be alone
Here among these little thorns of words.
( knock on the wood again-no one in there)

Athena

How is it you can not understand the rhythm of my heart?
can you even hear it as it beats?
Perhaps it is not innocent enough
doomed to a hell of my own design.
I haven't the words they've all gone
wasted on my youth of many years ago
When my heart was young and vibrant
when it was young and innocent.
It has lost the luster of youth.
And so I am nothing, and no one.
A quiet voice in the wilderness
a heart that one day will no longer beat.
And if you ever do hear it may then be too late.
For the sound you hear will be nothing but a faded memory.

Athena

I wish I could find some light in this darkness,
Or find some wings so I could fly away to a far place.
To a land that time forgot to hide amongst the faeries,
Nymphs and the unicorn with it's one lonely horn.
I could stroke it's soft white mane and pose my query.
Innocent rare beauty that no one understands,
do you ever wish you had a kindred among this land?
I wish sometimes I had a kindred soul who knew my Heart.
Someone who knows what life is like in freakish art.
I'm a freak who is above the normal status of talking cats.
I don't accept that one must eat cat nip with the queen.
Peace among the red roses is it even possible these days?
Love really is only in the faery tales where I would like to stay.
So help me find wings so I can fly to that special place far far away.
~Athena

The devil's card game

Hickory dickory dock,
the devil is in the clock.
the mouse is dead,
the cat is well fed.

The clock strikes nine
the game is mine
I'm holding five aces
he has five faces

Merry queens all in a row
dancing around to and fro
The devil thinks he could be winning
the cat who ate the mouse is grinning.

Aces high and I've won the hand
the devil he tried but I'm still standing.

Athena

Moving to Uranus the pretty blue planet in the stars.
When I see it I taste bitter sweet blueberry.
When I see it I smell pink morning glories.
A blue lollipop tastes bitter sweet melon.
It sounds like a girlish mischievous giggle.
Moving to Uranus the pretty blue planet in the stars
When I see it I think light blue crayon on white paper
When I see it I smell sweet masculine aftershave.
a girlish giggle tastes sweet pink cotton candy.
It sounds like tiny tinkling blue bells in the air.
Moving to Uranus the pretty blue planet in the stars
It's feels like fireworks going off in my mouth.
It tastes like bitter sweet blueberries
A blue lollipop and a girlish giggle with tinkling bells.

Athena

An eclispe of the sun early midnight.
darkness clouds what once was light
Dragons have come to collect my soul
what lies left of something withered and old
down they drag me to the very pit of hell
there is no hope here chimes the constant bell
lost the day I met you in the garden
now my heart is forever hardened
A wound to the heart that festers and bleeds
the thorn is now an infectious weed
a dove weeps for the pain and loss
Friendship no more among the roses
I no longer can smell their sweet scent,
they are now symbols of ill intent.

Athena

Restless heart song

Soul be still, but for a moments peace,
the eye of this hurricane must pass.
Let the past rest and forget the sins,
I wish I could but I am always pulled in,
to the past by a floating memory.
Blood poured out on a wooden cross
what is that to me, but an ancient story?
An image, a powerful image perhaps
Crown of thorns, blood and water
It is but an image painted by a multitude
Beads, blood red "hail mary full of grace.."
Divine Mercy Sunday prayers to the king
My soul can not be still enough to sing
Not anymore, maybe once upon a time
An angel get's it's wings when the bell chimes
An old wives tale that carries little meaning
Such stories have lost their power to heal.
So I go on in search of another divine meal.
Something else that can calm the soul
But for a moment to have some peace.
What voice has the power now to speak?
What voice can say the words I long to hear?
Who can sing a song that will charm the serpant,
that has wound it's way around my heart?
Questions with out a definitive answer,
falling on the deaf ear of the universe.
What beauty holds the truth in their hand?
Would the truth satisfy a restless spirit?
Or would the spirit continue to question truth?
I can not resolve this in poetic art.
So peace will not come to this restless heart.

~Athena

The magic is gone.
there is nothing left,
the stars no longer shine.
dead inside, lost ,empty.
There is nothing to believe in.
My gods have all disapeared,
in the dark abyss of nothingness.
Those heros of the past,
they left me too fast.
The sun has gone down on me,
a prisoner to this darkness,
I'll never taste sweet freedom.
Where are my angels of light?
They are now demons of night.


Athena

Words swirl at the bottom of this glass goblet.
Mixed in sweet wine are metaphors and couplets.
Etheral images swirling inside my drunken mind.
as I sip on the words and drink the sweet wine.
The words paint a choatic picture of my life,
I wish I may put order perhaps with insight.
I sip on the wine in hopes to find an answer.
I take in the words trying to bring out order.
Desperately searching for meaning.
I am very close however to nothing,
and the glass is near to empty.
I will smash the glass,
into glittering mass
this heart
too
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The vowels become slurred
When you empty the bottle.







~Athena

The demons threaten with the past
haunting nightmares in the night.
So unreal and far way,
I don't remember screaming
" Go on take everything!"

The devil forced his way in,
broke open the virgin gate.
He left me with this hate,
Pain so deep I can not reach.
I want to wake up from this dream,
but no one can hear my screams.
The black devil kills with great delight,
thrusting violently with his sword.
My breath stops short I have no word,
as the black devil feasts upon a virgin soul.

Demons threaten with a past,
unreal to me now and far away.
They catch up so very fast,
I don't remember screaming
"Go on take Everything!"

The black devil has a toothless grin.
He knows my soul is black with sin.
He left me here broken to die,
A withered rose on a grave.
I am this memories unwilling slave.
The devil knows and bides his time.
Soon I will loose all that is mine.
The demon sits with contract in hand.
The virgin feast is at an end.

Demons threaten with a past.
A nightmare plays inside my head.
of a black devil feasting on virgin flesh.
I don't remember screaming,
" Go on take everthing!"
" Go on take everything!"
There is nothing left.

~Athena

Thirty four years old and I'm still a child.
Naieve about the world and it's cruelty.
I still dream of prince charming,
My knight in shining armour.
will he ever come to rescue me?
A candle dances on my window sill,
Curtains fly in the breeze.
I sleep a lamb innocent and pure.
Dreaming of dancing in an enchanted forest.
An old oak tree stands ancient to witness.
I dance alone waiting for my Knight.
Come riding on black horse in moonlit night.
I spinning in circles hands in the air.
Wild and free, a child not yet a woman.

~Athena

Lost among the scattered ruins of my vibrant soul,
A shattered prism still casting tiny rainbows.
Though in pieces it struggles on to live,
craving the eternal light to make it whole.
The once fervant heart beats still with life.
With every beat it cries " save me I'm not dead."
A sleeping beauty waiting for her prince
The breath of life in a single kiss.
Picking up the shards of the broken prism,
my hands bleed as I clutch the pieces,
of my shattered soul once whole.
Lost among the ruins of my vibrant soul,
I sleep alone clutching the colorful rainbow.
Sleeping beauty waiting for her angel to bring her home.
~Athena

Memories of New Orleans

I remember the man who sang
"You are so beautiful" standing
on the street somewhere between
Dumaine and St Anne Street.
I remember Warm nights sipping
coffee in cafe Du Monde.
Beignets to die for sold right there...
" I can impersonate any singer...
Otis redding, James brown..."
He said, for a dollar he could sing
He had a family to feed...
It is an angels voice now
one I'd give anything to hear again.
I remember the crowds on Bourbon.
Singing and Dancing to the music
coming from the bars that lined the street.
I'll never forget iron gates, oak trees, spanish moss,
Palm trees, Dixie land houses, And swinging Jazz.
Plastic beads by the hundreds, feathery masks
Voodoo dolls, and the drum beat.
Matching my heart beat as I sat
on the steps of St Louis, thinking
I have come home...Home
to Jazz, blues, Po'boys, shrimp
Gumbo someones mother made.
Politics with a Mark Twain Look a like
Pirates Alley and a Spanish ghost
Remembering derby hats and Absinthe
Licorice visions of pixies in a bottle.
Crystal class musical harp
An old man and an old English drinking song
familiar to every American, National Anthem...

Dedicated to the People of New Orleans

~Athena

Raging of my soul,
in the spaces between,
Heart and mind oh!
You must not be seen,
I must keep you caged.
A river of molten lava,
bubbling, boiling rage,
thoughts travel faster.
Restless spirit be tame.
Devil sits on my shoulder,
tempting without shame.
Angel speaks restrain,
my soul rages still,
against it's golden chains.
~Athena

The Heart once full must be emptied.

once emptied, must become numb.

The Worst of times, the best of times.

Pictures flash of friends long and recent

Like a movie, playing out all my life's scenes

Looking back, upon the past.

I grew up way too fast.

Watching all I love fade away.

I wish I could save time in a bottle.

Illusions shattered by the light of day.

Truth crashed in, to kill the lie.

That was the day part of me died.

another part of the whole gone.

A small piece there, a section of heart here,

Soon it will take apart my soul.

It may already have started.

Depression the first signs of the battle,

within, mind heart and eventually soul.

Emptiness abounds and time is a theif

that robs us of all joy, nothing is forever,

not friendship, not love, eternity is a lie.

Immortality, the stuff of mad writers,

with overactive imaginations.

Still despite the loss I dream,

of tommorrow and tomorrow.

lining up my heart for another blow of sorrow.

Someday there will be nothing left,

of heart, mind and soul.

I wish I could save time in a bottle.

Then atleast the emptiness could be filled.
~Athena

Resting in this garden of darkness.
Loosing all my blessings.
Someone threw me a life line,
but I missed it this time.

In agony I cry Let the cup pass by
Suffering in silence I ask why

Struggling now to reach the light.
I fear I am loosing this fight.
My soul is withering and old.
My passion once hot has grown cold.

In agony I cry Let this cup pass by,
Suffering in silence I ask why

A demon invades my mind and heart.
He tempts disguised as beauty's art.
A serpant he cunningly slithered in,
Leaving me here in deep depression.

In agony I cry Let the cup pass by,
suffering in silence I ask Why

Asking the tree to stay here with me,
but an hour here in Gethsemene.
Depart from me now Demon of my mind.
Trouble my heart no more you swine.

In Agony I cry let this cup pass by
suffering in silence I ask why.

~Athena

Caught at a crossroad,
wondering which way to go.
Followed a train of thought.
And now here I am caught,
Wondering which path to choose.
I followed this flighty muse,
she left me here at the crossroad.
With not a single word or direction to go.
Metaphor, Similie no lierary device,
the muse left me without her service.
So here I sit at the crossroads,
thinking what lesson do I need to know.
Should I ask the rhyming tree?
Maybe she could help me see.
~Athena