~ 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
letting go is a strangeness of place,
for it attunes you to what you held inside.
you know there are pieces you wanted to keep,
but that’s hard behind wounded pride.
when you love someone and you reach to them,
you only want to be embraced.
so if you’re put on hold/… Read full post »
you are a Respite,
you are a Salve,
you soothe the bruises inside
left there by the hits,
the wreckage, the shit;
those attempts made
on my Life.
you are a Calm,
you are a Warm,
i revel in your love of women.
you emanate Kind,
you project love of Life,
and in that Secret i too/… Read full post »
maybe all i can ever give you back
is your exquisite acknowledgement of Me.
you touched me once, and that was enough,
i knew in that touch, release.
someone knew my wounds, my scars,
because he had the same of his own,
not so easy to speak of,
but in a touch,/… Read full post »
~ BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD ~
Speak with integrity.
Say only what you mean.
Avoid using the Word to speak against your Self,
Use the power of your Word in the direction
Thousands of years ago, the Toltec were known throughout southern Mexico as “women and men of knowledge.”
Anthropologists have spoken of the Toltec as a nation or a race, but, in fact, t/… Read full post »
ALERTS TO THREATS IN 2011 EUROPE :By JOHN CLEESE
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was/… Read full post »
How much does anyone know their limits,
until they are confronted with them?
And how many locks can you jimmy,
by simply enticing you to come in?
How many masks has each of us worn,
in our endeavor to know each other?
And do we even count those presented ..
asking someon/… Read full post »
To “Be Impeccable With Your Word,”
only requires speaking the True.
and it will never be the same for another,
so never fear speaking your own You.
“Don’t Take Anything Personally,”
for other’s dealings are simply th/… Read full post »
I find my way through Deities,
Goddesses of nations and beliefs that are told.
and I always begin by going for the throat --
how are the women treated, if I may be so bold?
I find similarites through out time,
the women are usually the lynchpin to life
but/… Read full post »
Warm, the colors of the Peoples
of the equatorial band.
The varied Races,
to my mind,
sprang forth in this central ring,
the Atlanteans, I call them.
The pale Yellow people,
who live in airy bluffs,
and the Redder ones,
akin to the clay sand.
Darker, t/… Read full post »
because i’m doing all i can.
but i still feel like a dust-bowl farmer,
just trying to hold on to my land.
the fact of my country is fading;
the ethic i grew/… Read full post »
have i given you reason to fear me
by the things that come out of my mouth?
do you quake at the thought of relinquishing
the familiar of your stumblings and doubts?
i can only recognize you, my sweet friend
i can’t be inside your skin.
but some/… Read full post »
there is nothing verbal between us now;
no glue, and no cement.
oh, sometimes you spoke, and i listened,
but i only heard your intent.
a strange thing happens in insanity,
you survive by ouncing down
what people who try you play you
are trying to get around.
so the/… Read full post »
i don’t think i was the one driven to distraction.
i don’t think i was the one to stop interaction.
in fact, my action was laid on the table;
i spoke my piece, said what i was able.
but i was met with a reprimand.
i was/… Read full post »
often said glibly, life wrapped in trust.
A couple is a unit, and more than enough
when a he and a she are thusly summed up.
And the words were mine, throughout my life,
there was always/… Read full post »
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 »