~ 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.
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MY RECENT COMMENTS
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- “Thank you, Mac. It IS
wonderful to be let!”
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as I sense that was just what
needed to hear. Mine
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The Songbird's Links
There is no switch on emotion
to turn it off and turn it on
it's fragile and needs to be tended
you must keep it or it will be gone.
The spark of feeling is energy
it moves right through your bones
it rattles and shakes and pulsates,
in a wellspring that Life/… Read full post »
A 50-something year old white woman arrived at her seat on a crowded flight and ... immediately didn't want the seat. The seat was next to a black man. Disgusted, the woman immediately summoned the flight attendant and demanded a new seat. The woman said/… Read full post »
let your cauldron overflow,
let it boil, so smooth, so slow,
roiling in there, the liquid snake;
cook it til tender, and release the mistake.
add newts, and tails, and claws and things,
pieces of glass, old fragments of rings,
and let your prayers go into the stew,
as you simmer/… Read full post »
i think i will go on a mental vacation,
to a place where i can exercise my sense of elation,
to let down this hair, let it blow in the breeze,
and claim back the pieces that i let go of Me.
oh, i want the shine of the/… Read full post »
you are like a Pond to me,
you are like a Pool.
i sense your love of Life itself;
it left you with tenderness instead of passing on the cruel.
you embrace a deep love for women,
and in that wingspan i drank you in.
for i too conquered many abuses,
and/… Read full post »
sweetly/… Read full post »
it’s, like old.
the Bard, or .. maybe the Bible.
M’lord and M’lady speak.
a Help-Meet is an ancient term
for a co-existence.
so often, pre-Arranged.
(can you imaaaaaaaaaagine?!, she says),
like a threat to her Self.
America girl./… Read full post »
~ WORD HOT ~
part of me wants to extend my hand,
and part of me wants to spit.
how dare you come back to haunt me,
saying the things that you did.
when you know you will win my favor,
you know how to get round my ways.
for i already told you/… Read full post »
of what life affords us.
it’s so lovely to settle,
your very own place.
in tune, in time,
all comes to fruit
when Time catches up.
magically slip i/… Read full post »
I led you to an invitation.
it was no more, no less, in fact.
i stated my thoughts mostly plainly
but you rejected that.
and yet you linger on edges,
you send missives now and again
and i react in different ways
sometimes lover, sometimes friend
oh, yes, it’s true that/… Read full post »
what did you do with the love i gave you?
did you keep it or throw it away?
did you pass it on to the next girl?
taking things from me i would say?
or did you keep it inside you?
the same as i have/… Read full post »
~VIEWS FROM MY WINDOWS~
It appears that I have become a whistle-blower.
Unwittingly, but aah! - to the better.
A mishap, a water main break in the lockdown freeze
of December, 2010,
that nearly took out my gutters,
and that took out yet another branch of
the old, gnarled and dead
Catal/… Read full post »
breath of fire,
slaked mouth feast.
stirr, mount, taste,
drunk on passion,
i might not be easy,
but i knew i was worth the wait.
and when you came along and found me,
you sealed that very fate.
you sealed it with a golden kiss,
that i thought was long past gone
my chase is over, i’m spoken for today,
in Truth, in Dream,/… Read full post »
falling, falling, is how we met
spinning in ether, no toehold yet
and we met there, in recognition,
a kindred soul, embraced, and blessed in
floating, floating was our begin
the tune in harmony, divulging sins
spoken words, ginger, yet proud
we both knew; in coming out.
sai/… Read full post »
there’s nothing wrong in putting your heart on your sleeve,
it’s not like it’s gone missing, you know.
it simply means you hold it dear,
and you offer it’s golden glow.
a beckon to one who knows how to be true,
a call for one who seems/… Read full post »
you don’t know about my strength.
and i don’t know about yours.
we only know a fine connex.
a pique, a romance.
a willingness to be filled up.
living, for a time; believer.
it matters not what/… Read full post »
i love being called by nicknames;
that’s how my Daddy treated me.
he also taught me the moon and the stars,
each night, upon his knee.
through the smokey aura of where we were;
all his knowledge of mythology,
and i hung on/… Read full post »
in this age of digital realm,
hearts, minds, bodies, are expelled.
connex, ether, towers for speed,
bandwidth, dual core, electricity
how fast is the speed of a fine interaction?
can it be measured in time? gut reaction.
people can touch you; deny o/… Read full post »
i love what you allow me,
oh my, how you already wow me
i’ve been here before, but only at the door,
my knock never conjured the Now me.
i’ve tried my life, i’ve bet on it twice,
and thrice now i have survived
so i can’t/… Read full post »
I suppose there is a reason this part of town is called an “end” rather than a “side.” Things are just dif’rent down h’yar, where I/
the news is amiss.
why are they ranting?
tune in any time,
always a moment --
a frantic place.
what was that,
shouted Do It My Way?
i don’t get that tactic;
do i relent?
or do i pray?
sweet/… Read full post »
i’m basically a democrat
champion of the working class
i vote and i write,
but that’s not life,
it’s living my life at last.
i came to a gate in the mid of my life
but i tripped at the very portal
the gates went closed
but i arose
to the/… Read full post »