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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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APRIL 16, 2012 1:42PM


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  Masked and Unmasked

if you are a Giver,
you’re gonna find Takers.
Shamen and palmists,
soothsayers and Fakirs.

they all want to tell you
you’re not doing it right,
but it’s only in an effort
to steal your Light.

people get jealous
of the darnedest things,
your house, your car,
or the way that you sing.

so they endeavor to best you,
or simply to steal,
either way, it’s heinous,
and the pain is real.

for it implodes to your Own;
you get what you’ve got.
and when you put it out,
people take their best shot.

they see a You
that you don’t know.
they see strong and resilient,
but you are timid, and slow.

Intentions ill-taken,
a force to explain.
the knowledge to stop.  ..
don’t go there again.

but life too is Force,
the vibration of bones.
and to me, Complete
is to know my own.

share is care,
speech is reach,
heart is start,
do you see? do you see?

singular girl,
trying so hard.
to not be a sore thumb;
to swallow her scars.

to make a new choice,
and to voice it’s refrain;
smiling with the laughter
that comes with Exchange.

but it goes askew;
people lunge at me.
so disappointed
that i’m not what they see.

bat your lashes or giggle?
it doesn’t matter.
you don’t fit the mold
that they are selfishly after.

how does an Exterior
bespeak a person within?
if we were meant to know,
our eyes would be on our wrists.

but they’re not; they see out.
all faces are Other’s.
you perceive what you feel,
in reaction, discovered.

but Eyes too can belie;
truth can be Thirst.
the ruse of passion,
ready to burst.

asweep in tide,
asleep in daze,
the shiver slivers
into what she craves.

but giving back
cracks the scenerio open.
rèpondez s’il vous plaît?
ooops.  another one, broken.

like a dancer wriggles,
to participate
is the attunement that heals
a heart that aches.

to respond to a touch,
or even a voice,
is Signal, clarion,
the possibility of Choice.

but what is the barter?
what do you ask of me?
if i am not my own half,
i’ll never be what you perceive.

so i step so lightly,
i step with care,
to try to let you know
the girl in there.

fingertips hunger,
hearts beat breath
to know the completion
of what you reflect.

Giving receives,
and Receiving aligns
when those fingertips and hearts
become joined by a sigh.

and in the eyes to the Soul
of the Other’s you see
will be all the Truth
you’ll ever need to believe.

still with Trust,
still with Grace,
in hopes that reflection
is what you’ll see in this face.

Illustration:  Beloved Gervasio Gallardo,
Title Unknown.
Found on Femme Femme Femme.

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Oh, my ~ your poem is just Gorgeous! Every verse is so textured, revealing and profound. I am so sorry that you've been hurt again (if I'm interpreting correctly), but man-oh-man your incendiary reaction has produced rather marvelous insights that reinforce the strength you find in yourself ~ as well as your stalwart unwillingness to compromise who and what you are as a human, a woman, an artist. Just breathtaking to me.


PS: For whatever reason, the image doesn't show only a red "x" and the words "masked and unmasked". May just be my computer, though.
Ah-hah! There's the image! Of course the perfect compliment to your poem, Mz. Songbird. ;-}
how does an Exterior
bespeak a person within?
if we were meant to know,
our eyes would be on our wrists.

Absolutely brilliant!
Aww, Spye... thank you. Yea. I .. can't really talk about it. I am just fucking crushed. I wonder how many shards of me it will take to build me back up again. This image was hard to find, but she is my Mask for the moment. Thanks for being here, honey.
Thank you so, Mical. Oh, we have spoken much of eyes, of lives. I love our connex, what a lovely that you came to sing me. You know I love your voice. All love.
Astounding in its ability to convey the deepest of (scarily familiar and daily) feelings, and in its depiction of pure and magical artistic talent.
Rated with great admiration.
MY bones are vibrating. You sing such huge ideas in your perfect lyrics.
R+ and Facebook bound.
Hi, Michelle. Thank you sweetie. I'm getting on a bit better now. A day of angst and reflection; it is hard to pull out what is roiling in me. I don't really know what I would do if I didn't speak in verse. It is the way I .. see. Your beautiful words of encouragement are always deeply appreciated.
Ash, so kind of you. Maybe my ideas are huge. They shouldn't be, but there they are. If I go off my own kilter, well, the result is not so great. It cripples me for days, until I just - write it out of me. I love that you take the time to read what I say, and still continue to encourage me. It's really great, so thank you, oh so much.
Songbird,your work is brilliant,excellent,beauty.."Heart is a start.."they see a You that you don’t know."to try to let you know...the girl in there.share is care,speech is reach,heart is start,do you see? do you see?"

Excellent work...you have taught me feelings here and I so want to thank you...Heart is a start and share is care...Thank you...Rated...
Stathi, good morning. Thank you much for this, saying my poem was a feeling-teach. They are in there, ya know. It's just highly confusing when they all burst out at once. To me, there is nothing more important than Feelings. They are the gauge by which we Act, and React. Again, so nice of you. Tx.
You have so much insight into the pain we givers have been subject to in a life time of loving. Yet, you go forward with hope and trust. Such a wonderful poem. I googled the title and your poem was the number one entry. The image is so very cool and perfect.
rated with love
Oh, my gosh! That is so fun, Mary. I found some Works of YOURS in my search for an Illustration for this piece, under "Eyes." How odd that it reflected back; wondrous. It just affirms my Belief that hey -- what you're putting out There is what is echoing. Thanks, baby.
still with Trust,
still with Grace,
in hopes that reflection
is what you’ll see in this face.

I see that. I do, I do.
Aww, A.J., thank you so. It is my fondest wish, obviously, to just - BE - perceived. I feel I have to rattle around all these barbs, though, to even GET to that Me, inside. I've had a series of bad run-ins, and I take all the blame. I think I shoot my mouth off, but all I am really doing is holding up a Shield, trying to protect my Self. That you feel it, and grok, is wondrous for me. It makes me feel like I am not a Shrew, after all. Tx, muchos.
Nicely done Songbird! There was so much in here to think about...this definitely resonated with me. "another one broken..." Oh, our hearts are strong to endure all this!
Hey, sweet Maureen. Yes, they certainly must be strong. Seems the fastest way to lose someone is to tell the truth, especially if that truth says I like you. Are we more fun when we are hunted, rather than when we are caught? Kinda seems that way some times! Great to see ya, thanks for the share.