~ 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
July 28, 2014 12:20AM
June 05, 2014 09:19AM
May 22, 2014 01:26AM
May 17, 2014 11:29PM
May 14, 2014 01:24AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I guess I am fortunate
to still have a nice passel of
then, Mac, but the
- “Thanks, Tg. I hope so. I
sure miss my friend. Guess I
this out to the
- “I love this girl!
God'amitey, M, you can make me
July 11, 2014 04:09AM
- “Thank you for your
friendships, Mac, Sky and
Eyes. I know it
is .. an odd
June 08, 2014 10:54PM
- “Fuck Ronald RayGun. You
can thank that asshole for
Homeless problem we now
June 05, 2014 11:31PM
The Songbird's Links
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 »
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 »