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The Songbird

The Songbird
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.


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APRIL 24, 2012 8:09AM

Assumed Intimacy

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Assumed-Intimacy - Thomas Blackshear

how do you teach someone to react to you?
to not lunge, expunge, or give due?
to not justify, or show off pride;
it only cheapens it if you do.

so you place yourself in a demeanor
to give fine thought and exchange.
and when it reciprocates, and reverberates,
you think it will never Be the same.

consumed in an assumed Intimacy,
i succumbed to the way you enticed me.
the Indian blanket you wrapped me in
piqued every Belief inside me.

the air, the care of Passion.
the peek into a soul, inside,
gave me pause, to cause an elation
that i allowed to come in, to reside.

i know Death like i know no Other.
i mourn and i moan for my lost.
but i keep them still to abide me,
and i cherish each thing Love has taught.

and each one carries you further,
each facet, each gleam of an eye.
the instant spark of Recognition
awakens tides that are carried inside.

to speak it is exquisite;
to acknowledge, to fess, to avow.
to live up to tenants you’ve learned to Embrace
by Living, by giving, to Allow.

release is the need that is Wanton.
your Energy commands your soul.
you cannot think clearly when you’re grieving;
the Story has to be told.

and in that very Telling,
in those moments your Voice emits,
you find the very solace you were after,
for you, Yourself, are the pit of it.

it is only by strife that we think twice.
we don’t think much when things are Fine.
we assume it will be this Forever,
discounting the factor of Time.

all or Nothing, nothing or All,
it tilts, and it skews, and it rifts.
so the gist is to catch your own Brass Ring,
and to let it glisten, and to listen to it. 

for no One ever owns a single thing.
nor invent, or originate, or create.
Life, Earth, Love, Birth,
are still not ours to make.

pray.  prey.  say it either way.
no matter your accent, it speaks.
it only depends on where you utter it
that you’re allowed to absorb or disgorge your Grief.

what would Carl Jung say?
with Karlheinz Stockhaüsen in tow?
that the Sum total of all you Choose to embrace
is All that you ever need to know.

it does not stand up to Question.
it is not equated with Fate.
it’s only a Tool if you’ll choose it;
Ally-in-Free, a portal, a gate.

interesting juxtaposition,
what is external or internalized.
but it’s the very crux of the dilemma
that mankind refuses to abide.

pit. spar. confront. ajar.
we read who we are by other’s ways.
birthing, unearthing, excavating,
we learn our vibrations by Exchange.

to regard the Body by what you put in it.
to regard the Soul by what you speak.
and therein is the Heart of the loss or the win,
when the Ephemeral becomes the concrete.

Graphic: Intimacy,
by Thomas Blackshear

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Again, absolutely breathtaking poem, thoughts, images... Rated
Wow, thank you, Mical! That means a lot to me. Sweet.
I read it twice. Yes, it is that good; cleverly thought out and beautifully written. R
Hi, Thoth - thank you muchos, compadre. I like this one too, I like it when those little inner-line rhymes pops out! It was a bit of an adventure. I got stuck for a couple days, but did a Session with a woman I know about the subjects in here, clearing and centering, then a Crown technique - and - voila! It finished itself! Good to see you, and I always am very flattered by your praise.
Dang you're good!
Hi, M.C.! Thankee, doll. Nice, comin' from you.
Thank you very much, Ilya. Nice to see you.
"it’s the very crux of the dilemma" that you have so wonderfully carved here. Fine Thought and Exchange can be the title of these collected works lately.
Ash, you are so kind to me. Thank you.
I am awestruck by these words and the beauty of this. Tomorrow I will read it again. Thank you.
Hullo, SagCap. So nice to meet you, and thank you back for saying such a lovely thing to me. Much appreciated.
So if it is assumed it becomes real and therefore Is. HUM>>>
The intensity of your imagery (including the spot-on graphic) and the visceral reaction to each verse makes it too difficult to direct my thoughts to any one verse in particular ~ so if I may, I will speak to the spirit of your journey here and just say WOWZAH!

The depths to which you reach Within are remarkable; your skill in giving voice to that examination is both prophetic and Boss; your words both illuminating and universal; laid end-to-end an absolute gift to a traveling spirit-reader. Beautifully, eloquently done.

~R~ to the nth power!
Hi, TG -- Yes, what I am trying to speak to here is Belief. Those things that you gather, both from exchange, and in tapping in to your own, innate desire. To define it, and to live by it. So, it is an ephemeral thing. But when you see your life unfold in the way of this belief, it becomes a reality, concrete. At least that is what it is like for me. Thanks for the thoughty!
Hey, Spye.. Well, thank you so much for a wowza! Of course I felt it, but it's real cool that you did too! It is astute of you to say self-examination, because that is exactly the process. I have no idea what I am addressing until I get into it, and just kinda go with what emits. Thanks for the eyes! - Small wonder huh?, you so aptly named. Thanks for reading, and your lovely comments.
It's all truer than true. I agree 125%. :-)
Thank you, sweet Ila!