~ 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
January 29, 2015 03:49PM
- The White Space
January 19, 2015 01:09PM
January 15, 2015 02:39AM
January 13, 2015 04:07AM
- Say it, or it will burst
January 12, 2015 01:11PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “How wonderful, Zan. The
white space seems a safe place
change, doesn't it?
- “Well, I have rather been
in the Immediacy, Spye. But -
good. The knowing
January 22, 2015 05:48PM
- “Tx, Jonathan. Just kind
of a little bookmark
January 19, 2015 07:40PM
- “Aww! Thank you, Just.
It's a wonderment for me, as
January 19, 2015 03:23PM
- “Tx, Mac. You always
know, somehow. Lovely.”
January 19, 2015 01:36PM
The Songbird's Links
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 »
the Universe is perfectly designed.
every facet, every refraction, is perfectly aligned.
interdependent and resplendent,
gleaming, steaming, alive, unrepentent,
what is allowed evokes the vows
that unfold with time.
we say the things to our Selves that are the true.
mostly unuttere/… Read full post »
uncontrived, the things that exist,
but you actually, never see.
the layers, inside the layers.
that which is - and what will be.
muscle. sinew. balance.
a tiny eardrum leads your way.
one thing askew, you forget what you knew,
and another reality - takes its place.
oh, the/… Read full post »
we do what we do;
we say what we say.
never really knowing
the eggs we lay.
words are impressions
of what lies inside.
and your immediate reaction
should never be denied.
we reach, measure.
teaching, learning,/… Read full post »
how far will you reach, to reach another?
how much will you allow? how much will you bend?
if you are given pause, then .. listen.
do you want to stop? or do you want to mend?
you can only allow another to be their own Self,
hear their words, and/… Read full post »
people are only as beautiful
as you allow them to be.
they only blossom into what you imagine
if they are astute enough to see what you see.
no one knows their own Self;
we are inter-dependent, alone, unschooled.
but by the way we are treated,/… Read full post »
strength is yielding,
knowing one’s own,
ability to live.
the plenty of grace,
with nothing but give.
for strength is fruit.
a peach, belief,
nothing is an island,
the/… Read full post »
what impetus Others are to us.
what they seem is what we believe they are.
we hear, we speak back, we step in,
but we are often left with scars.
what does it take to have truth accepted?
what kind of person does it take to hear?
i think only a/… Read full post »
Each succession is the inevitable progression
of where you are in Time.
You know now, what it’s like to be dead.
And ~ you know also, what it is to be Alive.
It all centers on a lynchpin.
Some thing, or circumstance, comes at last.
And you begin to perceive that/… Read full post »
prison is not a deterrant.
it’s only another space from which to function.
you meet others in there of the same ilk,
pick and choose, at your own compunction.
if you are an aberrant stranger,
living outside the law,
you’ll only meet wit/… Read full post »