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The Songbird

The Songbird
Ohio, USA
August 22
I am a mechanical bird. I fly, dive, and flutter about things, curious, ... yet -- I am but a machine. I am the product of the times I came into. All is mechanical. My clockwork works - exactly. You can see by the meter of my words that something is precise about me. I know not why; I am not the Originator of these things. They only come to me. They tick, or they whirr, or they may, by chance, chime. No matter - I hear, and respond to them. I myself am quite delighted by these Missives that come my way, and my dearest love is the language I came in with, English. It isn't the words themselves; more - it is the very capability of being able to iterate what I have been given to feel.


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MARCH 18, 2012 8:47PM


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New World, Itzik Asher, Sculptor

what do you do with a heart full of love,
and no one left to taste it?
what do you do with your whole family lost,
how does your need get sated?

how do you keep on stepping?
aah ..!  by their love’s ever-giving grace.
you put it on, like your powder,
and you keep up that brave face.

you embrace all they gave you, in Honor.
you project all they taught you, from inside.
and you pull yourself up to your full height,
showing all they gave you, .. Self.  Pride.

it comes from love, from caring.
that Pride is not a deadly sin.
pride is walking in knowledge,
that you are loved, and have fruit to give.

it buoys you when you are drifting,
and it coddles you when you have to retreat.
it is always there, indelible,
teaching you the girl that you get to be.

oh, it gets lost at times in a mixture,
of perceptions, or deceptions, or daunts.
people are always attracted to light;
in the end, it’s what everyone wants.

so i just keep on looking for beacons,
in the skies, and in other’s eyes.
oh, the thrill of recognition, of laughter,
and the beckoning of instant surprise.

so, at times i speak in Venoms.
some times, i speak in Pleas.
i only know what i know by the way i react;
if i feel welcome, or ill at ease.

i only know one Voice to speak for me;
rising in tones, or in a whispering coo.
i can only echo what you present to me,
by unfolding, by speaking the True.

so i believe Her, my Spirit who tends me.
her impetus, and knowledge, as my Guide.
i am fond of and aware of the Sacred in me,
my Inner; the source of my Pride.  

Graphic: The Controversial "New World" Sculpture
Installed In Boca/West Palm Area, Florida
Itzik Asher, Artist.
 I almost wrecked the car when I saw it,
larger than life,
at a Triangle Intersection.
Odd placement,

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This is gorgeous ~ an eloquent observation of self and shifting perceptions ~ such growth and maturity in your words here ... standing tall to meet yourself above the drone of self-doubt. Just beautiful and True!

PS: Perfect bookend photos, too!
Beautiful images to surround your lovely poem of self love.
You have found and are the key.
rated with love
What a mature understanding of pristine human emotions; even more impressive is your state of mind...très chic. R
"oh, the thrill of recognition, of laughter,
and the beckoning of instant surprise."

Those "beacons", as you say that keep us smiling... how beautiful they are. Well done (again) Songbird. A beautiful thing!
the key, the technique, within reach, always ~

(triangle intersection...sounds cool...how does it work?)
Good morning, my sweet friends. This is a piece that has been evolving - with me. It's been just cookin' on the desktop for some time. It's wonderful to be welcomed, to be understood, notwithstanding my tendency to rhyme. I feel I discount the elation. I feel I discount the need. So the words tumble out, in this rhyming way, just trying to be heard. Thank you all, for being so sweet to me. It's hard -- it's hard to be so Odd.
What eloquence! Just beautiful and strong. Heroic like those so cool sculptures!
Aww! -- Thank you, sweet Ash. Tryin'. Aren't the sculptures just magnificent? It took me a long time to find them again, and the artist. They live in my memory, and have colored me since I first saw them.
Gettin stronger are we? Hooray for yay! :-)