We are the myth makers The world weavers The destiny designers The ones armed with the vision of the collision of hearts Don't you see? This is where it always starts a brand new beat driving the arts towards a new set of charts so, let's catch our sails cuz we don't need the details cuz all worthwhile trails always begin and end in love X 10/21/2021 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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dark roads I have walked I walked alone tasting skies in places no other has known dared with eagles perched high in the Teton tree tops 3 million miles roamed mountain top to mountain top Me and my childhood backdrop from Superior's ghosts to Prince's finest hosts I walked a line no human would hope to copy A tangled mess neither neat nor sloppy but crisscrossed like weaving a web I too never could count on a bed for my weary weary head. X 03/27/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. I'll take a double scoop, another loop of this thing called life suck it down, with all of its troubles and strife I'll take everything she's got to give to live throw it to the wind and pray cuz there's divinity when we play Take the dark bus, the night train leave the bar singing in the rain I won't behave but I'll be nice with every bite and every slice This isn't a last call but life's a ball and there's an end that stalks us all so, I'll jump the tables break the lens get a lover and make some friends Drive off the cliff of what used to be cuz there's no defining me To suck the marrow I'll have to bite deep eyes closed I ain't afraid to leap X 10/09/2013 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. "Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?" Morrison It should burn, like a fire like a raging desire as hot as any sun It should consume, at a touch it should feel like it's nearly too much Don't stop never, ever let it stop Cuz once begun it will drive you to new heights and depths oh, the depths you will plumb Ten thousand directions but when you know La Fée You'll know them all as one It should ache, like a famine a toothache examined and then reexamined It should hurt, and throb and drive you to distraction But give you traction Even compel you into action for the rapture the seizure you know follows the fever oh misbeliver what meager dreams what petty schemes have you locked in at the seems? When all along just there at your fingertips an entire regime X 10/03/2018 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. Hers are the midnight eyes that spot easy any lie even when poised between her supple thighs or lost within a cacophony of a thousand unholy sighs Hers are the reasons why a god-awful tie leaves you wound yet quite unable to expound a lost dog desperate to be found cuz your treasons against her seasons are the reasons you cry For Hers are the words that will one day deify or crucify That butterfly, with the goldeneye always singing, "shoo-fly" to those wise-guys that still... expect her to comply. X 09/20/2020 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. Piece by piece I have reclaimed my love lost scattered like so many worthless pieces Piece by piece my God reborn for love would have no other way Piece by piece my breath devotion that final primordial potion of love Piece by piece breath by breath We restore what hated has scattered upon every opposing shore Piece by piece though eternity it take never once could I ever forsake Our love X 03/05/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. We rise and rise again for Our Mother calls Us home to Her ethereal throne Even wanderers know for Her We glow We put up the ever-lasting show We rise not to touch the skies not to bury the lies not to suffocate the highs We rise in song to help each other along to be strong to carry the throng ...of change ...of momentum needed to rearrange the bitterly strange We rise giving praise to the skies trumpeting Our immortal sighs In glory, grace and gratitude We humbly spin this wheel clockwise X 03/05/2024 “What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd.” William Shakespeare secret keeper desert sleeper sneaker between the realms dragon rider cosmic spider shaker of these mighty helms taker of coins slaker of loins Your name ever sung staker of flames partaker of games Our King - forever young night claimer lion tamer nomad of the skies straddler of these wicked tides bridger of some mighty divides claimer of my immortal sighs Father of sunshine master of the divine leader of the sublime champion of the line Your destiny is and will forever be Mine X 02/26/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. "Choose your enemies well." "Choose? How does one choose their enemy?" I asked. "When the time comes you'll know," gran told me. Many long years transpired, however, before I understood what she meant. Now... one of my names is Nemesis. And I have chosen my enemies so very very well. For I chose the most predatory, most vacuous evil ever found. "Why are there evil people?" I asked my gran some years later. For this woman had suffered more than most at the hands of evil men. "They are half the yardstick we measure ourselves by," she said. "Half?" I asked. "You will see in your enemies everything you are not, or wish to never be again. You will see in them all you would excise from yourself and the world, that which should be cut out and cauterized. In those you detest most of all you will see (as if painted by Rembrandt himself) the opalescence of evil, and the myriad of shapes and qualities it takes." "And the other half of the yardstick?" "Some you will wish to emulate, wish to copy, for their life-affirming lessons create in you the desire to grow, to become more, possibly the best version of yourself. For in these people you see the best and highest aspects of God." "When you take the measure of any man, determine first if they possess qualities you want to see more or less of," she often said. Now, what feels like a million years later, I have made for myself a myriad of names, Nemesis 2nd among them. And believe me when I say - I have chosen my enemies well. For I chose those who prey upon our weakest, those who exploit the difficulties our brothers and sisters have faced for personal gain. I chose liars who abuse the mentally ill and children, those who happily steal bread from our grandmothers' mouths. I chose those who rut like pigs and call it glory, those who root for themselves and their kind alone, then spend their days luring children into the abyss. I chose those who ignore the cries of the sick, the homeless, the ever-marginalized, who they weaponize as political tools. I chose the worst among us - those we all would love to see rot. Those who have formed the ever-pervasive clot - which disallows integrity and growth. For the heavens have opened. Our eyes have cleared. Hearts can no longer be deceived by false idols and their Machiavellian ways. Soon there will be no place for them to hide. No imagined Hero to take up their side. Soon - they all will face the inevitable tide. For my name is Nemesis. X 02/17/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. You find yourself upon your knees, brother for you've proven you prefer rooting in the dirt like swine like some kind of whoring bovine always begging for that meaningless shrine that long-coveted headline that diluvian pipeline you always thought was so damn sublime when all along your toys were really Mine All along you were just some silly little mime lost and out of time Let's rewind, these hands counter-clockwise till sunrise you stupid, stupid man Did you really think Father would have no plan? When there's magic yet to instill dreams yet to fulfill? Thanks to all them prayers you thought ta steal thinking you still have some kind of appeal when really, all you know is how to kneel to us the nonplussed You arrogant, evil, stupid, little man, how dangerous it is to forget the span of Our attention Our comprehension and Our universal dissension To disallow the ascension was ignorant at best brother, you must see now how utterly You failed Father's test You stupid, stupid man ever-chasing that alluvial gold never thinking instead of witnessing the eternal bloom unfold never hearing the whispered stories told choosing instead to remain so very very cold Hyperion, Father to us all, comes now to discipline His prodigal son amun. X 02/16/2024 "The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny." James Allen © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. |
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