Bird's Poetry
SOLACED AS I SLEEPWALK... Through a Grove of Willows Under Autumns Twilight. Hypnotized, Mezmerised, By the Gentle Rythms of Their Branches so Light.
TREES 7/23/04 under a Nebraska moon They comfort you, they protect you. They dance for you, -In the wind. They are strong, -Yet fragile. You can build a house in them, -Or out of them. They remind us of change, growth, and seasons, as like in our lives, the same. Each one is different, Individual, Unique, Like snowflakes,... Or people. The best thing about trees, They don't criticize, or judge. They just want to be there for you,... To dance for you,... In the wind.
MY BUDDHA
10/17/03 up to 12/15/05
As told by his True-Love, Bird
You know this story, for it is so sad,
Life is about learning…Ha! I almost went mad.
But you’ve known it, Before today,
“You had me… At buffet”
Although the plumbing is now broke,
The chicken bone’s still stuck in my throat,
I cherish that I know true love,
From whichever higher power above.
Forthcoming an enlightenment,
For this unwelcome endearment.
I never wanted, nor asked for it,
But my future held that I know of it.
From day one, with your kiss,
Without you near, restlessness.
I knew not why inside,
Just ached to be by your side.
I didn’t even know you, yet I never indulged,
Never questioned, never judged.
I just let the tide roll in,
Content emotions held within.
To make you happy is all I needed,
And have you hold me, all I pleaded.
Never a man have I held so high,
Cared for tenderly, unselfishly, & not deny.
Such grand communication between us,
In our head, hearts, and loins (so obvious).
“Feed me, I want some more.”
I craved for you to bring me more.
Friends said “Ya’ll ain’t foolin’ no one.”
Both our hearts, so brightly it shone.
My love, ‘True love’ for you from day one,
Your love, ‘Deep love’ for me had gently grown.
In unison I felt it time to move on,
Yet you felt empty, desperate, if I were to have gone.
I wanted you to have all your wishes come true,
So I agreed to go to Cali, and spend time with you.
Hell bound is where we were really destined,
How I wish fate had not to give me this lesson.
But we opened our hearts, after two years protection,
Our love was so deep, was our journey reflecting.
Was it two? Or three nights?, crying together for hours,
You wanted me, & discovering I had always been yours.
I learned on that trip how to ‘make love’ from you,
“Can’t” I once said, “they are a separate two.”
I know this thing called ‘making love’ now,
Giving me your heart through our loin, that’s how.
I knew then, that you’d done this to me before,
I smiled inside, for I am ignorant no more.
I am (BLG) Buddha’s little girl, forever.
With you, my BTG (Big Tough Guy) in soulfulness together.
I received your heart, inside my heat,
Gave you mine in return, till fluids deplete.
A few times in my life, I thought it was love I had tasted,
Finding out now, my hearts just been wasted.
For there never was true love ‘fore you,
You are ‘My Buddha,” and I will always love you.
| Buddha's Poetry
TODAY (Published) Feb 28, 2006 As the sun sets in the west, And my mind resumes its rest, Thoughts of where I have been, Come flooding back again. The place I visit every morn, Will come again, without warn, Incessantly there unable to escape, I'll arrive again when I wake. I try to find my way, as I travel through today.
SAYING NOTHING AT ALL
I say too much or I say too little
searching for that place that should be in the middle.
So, I'll cease the pressure that I must get it right,
and just close my eyes and be with you tonight.
I close my eyes, lie back and shut down,
clearing my mind of all sights or sound.
I quiet the worries any doubts or fears,
forgetting yesterday's pains or tomorrow's tears.
In my head I find a picture of you,
and it gives me the strength needed to continue.
All the noise is gone, the world is closed for awhile.
There's only the sound of my breathing and your beautiful smile.
But something distracts me, an odd familiar sound.
I cannot ignore this sad beauty I found.
Happier than happy are the songs sung so Blue.
It fills me with pleasure and emotions that are true.
I remember! How could I lord such a precious thing?
The most Cherished Gift I've known--our hearts when they sing.
So, quietly and patiently I lie there and recall.
How this music is heard best, by SAYING NOTHING AT ALL.
HIS ANGEL'S ARMS 04/14/07
She came to me alone yet unwanting,
He was lost in a fog, of a memory haunting.
She asked for only a taste,
and then her heart made haste.
Upon discovery a single tear fell,
but wisdom said do NOT tell.
He remained in the mist,
But his soul would soar with herr lips.
Her world was Eden as number two,
His mind too muffled to know what to do.
He asked her on journey sincere,
Though what lie ahead was unclear.
She didn't want the ride,
And should have denied.
He taught how to make love,
She taught him a taste of heaven above.
Two hearts entwined and learned to sing,
Yet evil was waiting in the wings.
"I'm sorry" was his slice
And the cut was true to the price.
True love tried to mend her love and she set me free,
Not knowing her life was the fee.
He arrived as her savior or perhaps her curse.
And one day they knew the roles could reverse.
Together they discovered the evil lie,
And they caught a glimpse of blue sky.
Hand in hand they tentatively tread,
Accompanied by familiar fear and dread.
Words that were spoken changed in mid air,
Adding more certainty of pain and despair.
Against all odds they discovered his mirage of doubt,
and they rejoiced together, although caution was still out.
As Bruce, Alan, George and more sang their song,
something finally yet wrong.
In a moment of weakness he sank his boat.
It will now never float.
He is her Buddha, her blues man to care for,
and now she sings blue songs truer than before.
Now saddest of his tale is the most unexpected;
Their two hearts have never objected.
His heart cannot hear her hearts song anymore.
Now he knows true pain, cold and shivering on the floor.
He will never know love like hers again,
nor will he find more betrayal than he finds within.
He vowed to keep her from harm,
yet he broke what she was…
…His Angel's Arms.
THE LADY AND I I'm in love with a lady and I know
The lady's in love with me.
And she knows that I'll always be there.
That's why she's a-willin' and ready.
But now and then, ev'ry once in a while
Something inside of me, maybe inside of her.
Have you ever had one of those days when it all is going wrong?
And it just can't seem to get along.
But through it all you know you're gonna make it.
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