~ 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
- Working Against Strength
December 25, 2014 11:57PM
December 23, 2014 04:52PM
December 08, 2014 07:20PM
November 29, 2014 09:45AM
November 19, 2014 01:41PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “You said your name.
That, in itself, is proof that
live in this
- “I like that, Steve. It
sounds like the good friend
can just - be
December 23, 2014 08:46PM
- “Thanks, Rodney - true,
true. But it takes the same
energy to put
December 14, 2014 11:13AM
- “I'm not a member of that
one, so can't comment there,
the most part, I
December 09, 2014 11:24PM
- “Kandanka or Kantaka
doesn't leave much to
December 09, 2014 11:13PM
The Songbird's Links
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 »
we could make up our own etiquette;
our own lingos, beliefs, and strides.
from this world that just appeared between us,
taken, breezy -- surprise!!
this energy gifted to us
is like a kinetic to me
likened to the odd rubber hammer,
that Doc taps you with on the knee
it’s/… Read full post »
who knows what desires lie in others?
who knows when they will spring?
you think you can read their eyes and their hands,
but they often belie their own wings.
everyone has something that takes them aloft,
the singular song sung inside
it’s only when that gets p/… Read full post »
bursting with emotion,
little fireworks inside,
glimmers of future-pasts streaming,
while i stay safely in my pride.
pique has come upon me,
oooh! i like the way it feels,
carrying me through days and nights,
and the feeling of being healed.
oh, so much i am learning.
as spirit a/… Read full post »
life on a wire,
lessons of life come.
toe steps ginger,
the sway of my hips,
the tap of my feet.
seeing what beckons,
please forgive me
for being so bold.
a woman’s hunger
is to/… Read full post »
are the projections of imagination
that I was given to see.
The image in mind.
The hands, entwined.
The path, outstretched,
Lengthy and brief,
wrapped in the rapt,
more, more of that.
wan/… Read full post »
something has happened to the way i walk.
something has been coupled inside.
my legs reach long, and my chin goes up,
my very essense reveals my pride.
it’s a secret, and i hold it dear,
it is mine, and mine alone.
but shhh! yes, there is another,
and it creates thi/… Read full post »
we are all both leaders and followers,
we are all the same inside.
we are even the same on the exterior,
it’s only discerned good or evil in Other’s eyes.
it’s true in any interaction,
someone has to take a stance,
and we’re applauded or scorned, accordin/… Read full post »
This pic of the happy-sign girly really stirred me. When I finally got my poo together after my divorce, under a hidden identity, Julia Moon, and went and kidnapped my Daughter back, I got a job running/
I once saw a bush growing in a yard
and on the bush were Roses
They looked so sweet I wanted to smell
with more than a thousand noses
So I sailed through the air
to the wonder so fair
To see how a flower closes.
The flower asked nothing of the world
but/… Read full post »
someone stole my identity,
but they did not get the best of me.
they went for supplies, is all, you see.
and i am not crippled, just left in a lea.
it hit mid on Friday, so i was running on time,
to get my ass home, once i discovered/… Read full post »
The Kübler-Ross model, commonly known as The Five Stages of Grief, was first introduced by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book, On Death and Dying.
Included in the book was a mode/…