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The Songbird

The Songbird
Location
Ohio, USA
Birthday
August 22
Title
Linguist
Bio
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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JANUARY 19, 2015 1:09PM

The White Space

 
The White Space
 
 
 
 
It is this way,
because it came about.
 
 
 
 
~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

H'uyerese
 
 
JANUARY 15, 2015 2:39AM

Always

 
The Inside Edge
 
 
ALWAYS


this Acrobàtie is begging for a piece of work from me,
she strills me so.
she’s quite a piece’a work herself,
and lookit ~
she sure doesn’t have to tell ya so.

Un balancè,
una Grace,
upended like that, and on a knife’s tip, too;
wha/… Read full post »
JANUARY 13, 2015 4:07AM

Mnemory

 
The Personal Realm
 
 
MNEMERY

i like the sweetness of patience;
knowing that once something occurs,
it can never be changed.

to take the time it takes to make
any and all the somethings
you like, to remain.

once a Known occurs,
you can never
un-know it.

once something is Met,
it can never
be un-met.

eve/… Read full post »
JANUARY 12, 2015 1:11PM

Say it, or it will burst without you.

 
Spirit Can Only Echo
 
 
 
IN THERE


I don't know what all I am thinking here,
but I have this place, this page,
to come clear.

headlines, so mal-aligned,
with the Truths I know,
and hold dear,

are at odds, wits,
and even occasional embracements,
as I continue to steer.

the silence of/… Read full post »
JANUARY 4, 2015 12:40AM

Otherance

 
Mind's Eye
 
 
OTHERANCE
 

otherances are the utterances
that come in,
loud, and clear.

the purportment of Other’s ways that usurp
the things you’d prefer
in your ears.

the fallow, hollow, plea underneath
is sometimes so icky
you don’t want to align.

what they sound/… Read full post »
JANUARY 1, 2015 10:05PM

Chance

Beyonder

 
CHANCE

what falls behind are just fragments,
pieces of a whom you might have been.
by having fallen away they’re just memories,
little facets of what chance can begin.

when losses come, we mourn them,
but mostly for the possibilities that no longer remain.
and we ebb to remembrance befo… Read full post »
DECEMBER 25, 2014 11:57PM

Working Against Strength

 
Intuition's Dancer
 
 
WORKING AGAINST STRENGTH

when Strength is changed
and your body rearranges,
you know the dynamics of thrust.
but you have to skew what you knew
when you had the Strength to do
the simplest things you must.

framing a picture, with a mat,
is easy, when you exact
how the edges are/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 23, 2014 4:52PM

Creed

 
'Willow'-by Beth DeWitt
 
 
CREED

i no longer have to practice that bloody stare.
i no longer have to keep him residing in some Where.
for the There that was, was only what i surmised.
i tried, i let him In;
and i’d just tried to Share.

now i hear he’s gone along, into/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 8, 2014 7:20PM

Newsbrief

 
Ribbon Tower
 
 
NEWSBRIEF

hoariness abounds; it surrounds us.
Exaltation is hard to find.

unless and until you can envision it,
it will not emerge, or even come to mind.

news, fashion, flashed out with encumbrance
are the actions depicted in time and place.

so usual, hence accepted, like a li/… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 29, 2014 9:45AM

Balance

 
The Somnambulist-Mia Araujo
 
 
BALANCE

i think that we iterate that which we hear --
all of the things that spill into our ears
the portal to balance, it lies in our heads
the vibrations inform us, let us know where we’re led

our very bones and sinew resound
with reaction to the space we/… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 19, 2014 1:41PM

Mediaplay

 
The Ephemeral Eternity of Emergence
 
 
MEDIAPLAY

if you don’t know what a female body looks like
by the time you’re about 5,
well then, god help ya.

and help will indeed be needed, later on,
if the embodiment of your own Creation
becomes the object of your hell yeah.

the Wellspring of life is called Mot/… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 18, 2014 10:30PM

Bequeathment

 
Bequeathment So Dear
 
 
BEQUEATHMENT

i am not an Against;
i am a With.
at least in thought, and action,
therein i do my best.

the clattering clamour for placement
is displacement to me.
the constant cacophony of hoary images
is not News,
just the same old Repeat.

what to skirt is obvious;
what to embrace/… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 14, 2014 1:37AM

Oen

 
Absolute
 
OEN
(--> stepstep)
 
 
the Circle of living
lives as the circle of Life.

in and out, just as breath,
over which We preside.

one part of an All,
joining and releasing, together;

separately dependent,
earth, air, fire, water, forever.

your wish is your Command,
as a Genie or Sa/… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 2, 2014 1:29AM

Skirt

 
Who's The Skirt
 
 
SKIRT

skirt the trouble and skip the lipstick
for untoward comments
you have nothing to do with.

disengage, stay away,
when your feelings’ alarm
says another lays in wait.

askance, even a glance,
at what chances to come by
informs your Spirit to stay, or step aside.

interp/… Read full post »
OCTOBER 28, 2014 10:46PM

Embracements

 
Imagination's Ritual
 
 
 EMBRACEMENTS

for i must be the Snake,
of the Eve,
of the Bite.
the impetus, the image,
proceeded, and succeeded,
upon that Belief
in my life.

evil. eeeevile, the enemy,
the .. Spar?
the open gate,
that leaves Living ajar.

come in, come in,
there is much here to explore.
find/… Read full post »
OCTOBER 11, 2014 12:00AM

Aim

 
Aim the Assumption
 
 
AIM

aim is the direction
of what you’d like to envision,
and aim is learning to purport that perception
into the lifeblood you conceive,
and by which connection, you receive,
and therein  - echoing back
your own Refined directions.

purpose is in the stalwart embodi/… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 24, 2014 4:08AM

Watershed

 
Awash in Waving Wonders
 
 
WATERSHED
(Mi Kian)

and still,
waters run deep.
they are
our very underneath.
we cannot live without them,
but they will surely be fine without me.

what lies in the layers below us
are more important than what we see,
for without her in there,
taking the granted for care,
we could/… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 22, 2014 12:03AM

Orphan

 
  Spirit Only Echos The Known
 
 
ORPHAN

i can’t imagine anything other than what i got.
the guidance, aplomb, and comradrie given was more than i sought.
in Life, as all the Others left,
it was all left to me, instead,

and my Lot is sorting and purporting every voice that made the Me/… Read full post »
Knowing The Unknown
 
 
RECEIVERSHIP

once you become a blank canvas,
you can never go back to being wrought.
verbage makes little matter;
the blather does not lead to thought.

for the words are only there to sway you,
to opine you, or make you believe.
it matters not, once you’ve left there;
it matters/… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 8, 2014 9:22AM

Decisionary

 
Can You See Me Now
 
 
DECISIONARY
(de-sizh-oh-nare-ee)


maybe the place in life i’m finding
is an Oasis,
as the property envelops, and surrounds me.

the friends remain, the refrain changes over time,
but this is old,
same as ever, as we grow, and grow up, together.

we all entertwine, as we ente/… Read full post »
AUGUST 23, 2014 12:02AM

Stance

 
STANCE--To See, Is To Be
 
 
STANCE
 

I am not really sure that I have one,
a Stance to stand for,
or reject.

I am not sure of any Thing I believe,
In, or About, or askance,
to accept.

I don’t have clear lines any longer
of what I believe In.

I am not sure I have any Lines,
at all.

I/… Read full post »
AUGUST 20, 2014 11:44PM

Winged

 
The Flight Of The Soul
 

All beautiful things are thusly winged,

And from thence, their flight is known.

Each thought, a feather, each word, a tether,

Cherished forever, from whence they’ve flown.

 

~

 

 

 

 

 Graphic: Great Egret, by Paul Robert Brown.
In loving… Read full post »
JULY 28, 2014 12:20AM

Carol

 
Gustav Klimt-The Liaison Of The Femme
 
CAROL

I think of you dearly, and often.
I think of you nearly, then as now.
You are such a huge force within my life,
I still wish I could reciprocate, somehow.

I seem to know little of the crippling that felled you,
even though you led me though what crippled my/… Read full post »
JUNE 5, 2014 9:19AM

Parade

 
The Ephemeral Escape
 
 
PARADE

i am no stranger to Death.
perhaps, that is what has given me my Life’s breadth.

arriving into such a large family,
people come and go.

a casket and a ritual were commonstance,
from all i know.

there were lovely nuances and paid respects,
in my Religion, called Gra/… Read full post »
MAY 22, 2014 1:26AM

Barrage

 
Closer Still
 
 
 BARRAGE

imaginary logic keys the lock to the morals
that create, and permutate
the dictates of normals.

pictures and words, separate, and together,
are but statements, held true,
only by the depictions upon which they tether.

opinion is thought; merely reaction.
impetus,/… Read full post »