~ Objects In This Area May Be Closer Than They Appear ~
- 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.
MY RECENT POSTS
October 11, 2014 12:00AM
September 24, 2014 04:08AM
September 22, 2014 12:03AM
- Receivership (On the journey
into and back out of the veil)
September 13, 2014 11:46PM
September 08, 2014 09:22AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thank you, Mac. I think
on it a lot. The "well I
October 12, 2014 10:12AM
- “I know, Tg -- just how
much of the cushions in our
they think they can
September 24, 2014 01:41PM
- “And unforgettable they
are. If you want some of it,
me - I've
September 24, 2014 12:20PM
- “Cool-o!! I feel like
I've just been walkin' around
familiar town! Tx,
September 24, 2014 11:57AM
- “You're so goooood. What
a wonderful picture! It comes
at my own
September 24, 2014 11:53AM
The Songbird's Links
nothing is Immediate,
by force, wit, or course.
time is the rapture
that begins the capture
of your own Source.
and if you capture,
where is the Release?
the hunter is your own Self,
it will tell you what you Believe.
the Truth is the proof that
fills in the cr/… Read full post »
my life is like a series of snapshots.
instants, sublime, poignant, and unexpected.
the fruits of my labor, drunken in,
and my intentions, spewed out, and rejected.
Strong Woman seems to be an oxymoron,
and we won’t speak of politik belief.
i see the battle b/… Read full post »
the dichotomy between Belief and Believing
is the conundrum of all mankind.
it lies right there, before us,
what we perceive, as yours, or mine.
we are given the keys to the Universe
at the moment of birth, as we slither in.
with senses abruptly firing,
liquid to air, t/… Read full post »
the problem with Religion,
and country laments,
is that it places God,
and Heaven -
it’s a destination.
and trials must be won and lost
in order to get there.
isn’t it so much more fun,
to just - hav/… Read full post »
longevity is only brevity;
it comes in increments, and seconds, held within.
you live, you learn, and endeavor;
you try, you sigh, you begin, again.
how many tasks are are your hands?
what things lie all over the table?
a little pile here - a little pile there,
put in front, to get/… Read full post »
Resilience is not resistance.
It is the bending, and swaying of your mind.
The let-ins .. let-outs, and how you play them,
with only your purpose to guide your Place and Time.
Resilience can be seen as beleaguered,
or as that person who allows too much.
From that, you only get a pack-ho/… Read full post »
impetus, movement, conveyance, talk.
hitch a ride, take a walk.
vehicle is purpose, fight, flight.
the next Moment in sight.
myriad firings of instantanosity,
more laborous to know
than the time it takes to just Be.
taken for granted,
limbs responding to thought;
r/… Read full post »
Discernment is the key to the Universe.
It allows going forward, sideways, in circles, or in reverse.
It brings all the things you’ve ever known,
and all the things you’ve embraced as your own,
to play with, waylay with, and create what you intone.
The gift o/… Read full post »
Life’s so sweet;
in a heartbeat, a new view comes in,
&n/… Read full post »
Willing is an everything.
Opening the gate.
To see, to be,
to accept a fate.
What do I Will? ..
To walk! ~ I want my stride.
Knowing these long legs,
what they’ve given me, inside.
The strangeness of my balance,
the tiny mechanism, cracked;
just gone askew,
and my stal/… Read full post »
I am the keeper of all I’ve known.
I carry it with me, inside.
Years and moments, all rapt in me,
a source of my light and pride.
Of late I’ve let go many things,
of necessity - and of want.
Having come to a place of stillness,
knowing what I have, and what I/… Read full post »
she wants to see where she can be,
when she comes out.
i picked this picture, because i like this girl,
who seems to be without dout.
i put her picture by my bed,
where i now keep scents and musics that lead to where i want to be led,
i am hyper-aware of what/… Read full post »
sing again tonight,
take me along for the ride.
shine on me,
set my Spirit free,
let me discern, dispell, decide.
each heartbeat’s sigh
says come here, inside
nestle up, with pillows and fire.
tiny beams, allies,
feeling my way, by stride,
only internall/… Read full post »
thumbs are not my favorite things
to be Underneath;
‘strong woman’ is an oxymoron to men.
just as ‘grown man’ is to women,
you can end it there ~ or you can begin.
there is no such thing as having Control;
there only exists the conception of Di/… Read full post »
the birdies have taught me patience.
and oooh, so much about grace.
i took to them, as little pets,
maybe to dispel that young disgrace.
i said something in one of my poems,
and a reply came from both Tg and Blindream:
that they too, in youth,/… Read full post »
why is it there is a ‘balance of power,’
when there is no balance at all?
balance is what you do on a tightwire,
a decision, between meek, and bold.
balance is not a show-off.
balance is a thing you present.
the see-saw in your hips that keeps you moving,
standing… Read full post »
mistress of feelings,
both felt and denied,
impetus of waves,
seas, oceans, and insides.
and maker of truth,
she dances and plays,
sweet Luna Moon.
not always appearing,
but never lost,
we set sail by her,
and return by thought.
unspoken, yet seen,
she whi/… Read full post »
to speak your Truth does not a challenge make.
it only emits the things you held inside, waiting to say.
for if it’s Fine, it can wait for its time to emerge.
and it’s okay if you’re the only One who knows the power of the Words.
compute, assimilate,/… Read full post »
Money gives you Place to maneuver,
but actions speak louder than words.
You can Lord over, or project to whenever,
but what is gambled is also what is splurged.
Just as words not spoken can try to be example,
some get it, follow suit - - and some do not.
It/… Read full post »
seek not for time
that went before;
seek only it’s portal,
the new, opening door.
all that comes
holds evers and afters;
is forever captured.
and carry it forth;
change and meld
by each new source.
enough is best,
the present yields;
think as/… Read full post »
girls are like flowers,
they wrap petals around their dreams.
so pink, lovely, soft, moist,
they entice ~ come, see.
they direct their sweet pollen
to make their amoratta sigh.
the fragrance there, only to tell him,
he alone is the one in her eyes.
it’s only meant to exalt/… Read full post »
&n/… Read full post »
i am afforded this space, afforded this time.
i have been allowed to know what is, and is not mine.
others come in and out,
as they please.
but it is only because of what i, myself, release.
i can never know what i look like from outside.
i only/… Read full post »
I just want -- someone - some time - to know me.
Not always some someone around, there to show me.
To let me do things my way.
To allow me to have my say.
The finesse of feeling I know I could impart
if I could just/… Read full post »
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