~ 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
April 16, 2014 03:25AM
- Ahead or Behind
April 10, 2014 12:13PM
- Flock (The Sunset Cracked
Open An Arctic Migration `)
April 07, 2014 12:24AM
- In Sight
March 29, 2014 10:56PM
March 27, 2014 01:05AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Gasp! Thank you, Spye!
Wow! I suppose I do see red
once in a
while; I hope
April 16, 2014 03:54PM
- “Thanks, Mac. It is
astounding, at times, the
assume that you
April 16, 2014 12:41PM
- “Yeeeeh ... Here she come
April 15, 2014 10:28PM
- “Thank you all! Oh, yes,
the later light of the day
openings in the
April 08, 2014 10:37AM
- “Oh, thank you Damon.
Again, your imagination colors
I glided right
April 07, 2014 02:21PM
The Songbird's Links
i saw the Deevil the other day -
i recognized his tattoo
he thought he was obscured to me;
didn’t know that i knew.
it’s ancient, and it’s well-known,
but only in circles that have contact,
the ones that summon, believing or not,
his likeness, his pre/… Read full post »
Met this chick in the bakery,
I’s already connected with her sister,
the social hostess
/… Read full post »
a day came that dawned with questions,
questions about how to sustain
across a distance of mileage,
when inside we are so the same.
the instant jump to “let’s have it!” -
led to dovetailing days and nights,
we seemed to intuit each other,
the same vi/… Read full post »
(Or Uncoupling, As The Case May Be.)
i’ve sent you so many missives.
i’ve not held back my tides
and now i am thinking that i should;
for i might have overstepped the lines.
i am trying to find the distance,
to be like ether instead of a body.
for i want to s/…
what do you do when your life falls apart
over something you said or you did?
how do you recover, assuage the guilt,
the remorse and regret of the sin?
i think about the Fight Club,
how the guy wailed down on his Self,
maybe that is what i should do,/… Read full post »
where do you stand when you have a stance?
and where do you stand if you speak it?
how many relations and how many outcomes
do you have to know to believe it?
i only know what works for me,
and that is in being kindred and plain,
and/… Read full post »
holding the world at bay, tucked away,
snugly in a brand new world.
i walked out, nothing left to doubt,
all the chances i took have unfurled.
i think he loved what i represent,
but i don’t think he loved me.
he wanted to be on the Other Side/… Read full post »
thank you for the bandages,
but i’m just not sore any more
and thank you for the salve you were,
it opened up my door.
yes, i wanted you to come in,
but you chose to stay outside,
so i guess i outlived my wanton thirst,
and i suddenly shifted my/… Read full post »
i am the one who became the storm
for i was the one saw the light
yes, they yammered at me,
the friends that i need,
but they were there to help me survive.
now i want no part of the dark place,
and even recognize it so,
i know of/… Read full post »
The world’s a corral,
in a long, sweet pasture
that I get to visit you in.
I never want to lose track of you,
or your sins.
Though I met you at a crossroad,
and I even told you so,
we both began
a lover’s dance --
the caress of the recognized soul.
Eac/… Read full post »
Some come home, some do not.
And sometimes maimed and blamed.
They try to come back and assimilate,
but it doesn’t always happen that way.
We sent them off with the kiss of death,
stole running from their souls.
So they ran in fields and they crawled abo/… Read full post »
Wind in my hair,
the night screaming by;
bugs on my glasses,
tears in my eyes,
making a blur
of oncoming headlights.
Weaving in the traffic,
tryin’ to make some time
people in cars
swear as we go by.
But we’re the critters
that buzz by their eyes
and who/… Read full post »
It must be great
to be a guy
with a bike.
Even one of those greasy ones
with the beer bellies.
I like to follow them
down the road . . .
Side by side,
lookin’ at the scenery,
feeling it flying by.
Feeling your buddy’s vibes.
They turn to one a/… Read full post »
i’ve seen the bikers out today
i worked their convention
and i watched how they play.
it’s so sad to me,
what trappings one needs
to depict a rebel,
a Self that they see.
the boyhair’s worn long, in
tails and in braids,
that the winds won’t/… Read full post »
I don’t engage in rough sex
or talk of that kind
because i know that tenderness
is the hardest thing to find.
it’s a role play that enacts
all the aberrations
of those who can’t touch,
or know the finesse of elation.
let them shimmer, glimmer, fade.
Let me open heaven’s gate.
Let me step into my fate
with no regret and no remorse
for all the things gone by before.
Let my heart be open, willing;
let my eyes see through the/… Read full post »
THE UNIVERSE HANDLES THE DETAILS
Taking care of the details of our lives is generally considered a rational mind activity. However, when our rational minds are active, we shut out our Infinite Intelligence, which has the capacity to handle the/… Read full post »
HARMONY IN RELATIONSHIPS
Every relationship in our lives reflects our relationship with ourselves. Every person we attract is there to support us in opening our hearts and reclaiming our power.
When we truly love ourselves and feel the powe/… Read full post »
MEANS & ENDS
Means and ends are the same.
To achieve peace, we feel and express our inner peacefulness. To enjoy a life that works perfectly, we see and feel the perfection of everything and everyone, includi/… Read full post »
... for you are the calm
in the sea i have chosen.
limbs moving free,
no longer frozen.
the where of the Self,
the found bravado,
in your even voice,
not like mine, staccato.
so i meld and i melt,
to blend in with trees,
the inner self found,
the vision of Me.
oh, such Life/… Read full post »
EXPRESSING WHO WE REALLY ARE
Each of us has one or more talents we love to express. When we are fully and freely expressing who we really are, we feel joyful and supported.
What determines how successful we will be at expressing our talents is/… Read full post »
WHAT WE FOCUS ON EXPANDS
We are free to focus our attention where ever we choose. We can focus on what we perceive to be problems, or we can remind ourselves that every circumstance is an opportunity to reclaim the power we have vested in our/… Read full post »
NONATTACHMENT & FREEDOM
Our perceived need to hold on to anything or anyone demonstrates our belief in shortage. Holding on to anything - people or possessions - blocks the flow of energy around our experiences with the person or object and reduces/… Read full post »
GIVING & RECEIVING
Giving and receiving always occur in balance. It is as important to receive gratefully as it is to give voluntarily, generously, and with no expectations. Our willingness to keep the energy flowing in and out of our lives/… Read full post »
Clarence Anicholas Clemons passed away Saturday night in Palm Beach of complications from a stroke he suffered last Sunday. He was 69. He brought love, cohesion, grandeur and light to all who encountered him, heard him play, or even knew of him. A gentle giant, to be sure.