1. |
It Never Ends.
06:04
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It’s a pull
To build a nest at all
Seen it done
By a sibling with two
Little ones
She is so tired
And it never ends.
Gotta hunt
in a market place
For a green
they can stand to eat
it’s your job
To keep them alive
And to grow em up
In your nest
You gotta play with them
And their questions
To no feasible end
Asking “why
Does land meet the sky?”
And their names
These days are wild
Like Reagan
Piper Mason
And their parents
Feeding em soy beans
And fear of vaccines.
I have none
Till I am ready
Pack my walls
With twigs and berries
Buy a nest
With earned money
I have none
Still I’m so tired
And it never ends.
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2. |
Dance, Chest, Stance.
04:05
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Here’s a call,
A longing chorus
Stretching out and loudest at dawn.
This warble’s
Fluttering towards
A new face through screen and window.
See my dance,
My chest and stance.
By some chance
These waves get found
And it’s heard, this chuck-will’s-widow.
Here’s to hope
And aim in the dark.
Catch the glint, the glitter wardrobe
And its bright
Soft ruffled plume,
On some date it shines and glows.
But our calls
Ride the leaves
On the trees distancing us.
See my dance,
My chest and stance.
Tell out in silence and timing.
Just right not a breath wasted.
Not a tweetle Unappreciated.
Like birds don’t(can’t) understand how
We can recognize each other.
In hope we create some stage.
To ensure we can share a cage.
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3. |
Big Picture.
03:48
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All along
this little trail of insects,
instinct and pull
a bigger picture family.
No questions,
only move and doing.
Halting means
little ones expiring.
Who’s your Queen?
Who comes First?
If there’s half a piece of inkling
and the glass of doubt is brimming,
you Should Turn
To the one
and empty out the jumble
of these visions of a future.
So days,
so nights
have some predilection
as man and wife,
agree in Rhythm.
Embrace,
then Gate
a duty to some nature.
Hardly ever
holding the big picture.
Extend
Out the arms
Hold it by the frame
and scan it for its meaning.
It seems
to be
that selflessness is the answer
and only a child ignites that ember.
And watching
a face
aging in a mirror
not seeing the big picture
like the breeze
just beyond
how everything is moving
and none of it will need you
except
your little nest
all the one’s who are with you
are the ones who have made you
so extend
out the arms
And hang that big picture
of your nestlings and your other.
on a mantle piece.
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4. |
Quite a Pile.
05:20
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Who's the one who's saying open wide?
Is solved in centuries of feeding time.
Children wincing and stretching for it,
not expressing any silence in photos.
I'll be happy to humbly admit
the amount of able hands
I am equipped with,
She'll be a reminder
that work is never over
hard.
She's hitting overdrive
and making quite a pile.
Wipe away the dust
arrange the items 'round the roost
with hopes to
earn some minor points in readiness.
We're the ones centered being stretched
on our wingspan dragging air-less friends.
On a wing, a break down and the other
complaining and naming any little bother.
I'll be the only one who
is always just listening
feeling like a father
in the haunt
in the hideaway
between adulthood
and a nervous breakaway and down.
I'm hitting overdrive
and making quite a pile.
Wipe away the salt
and straighten stance
and tighten hands
holding up the nest
and friends
and do your job.
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5. |
Brood with the Brood.
04:58
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When it's erupting time
all of us will need
a little laugh track,
something to back scratch,
isn't this what was ordered?
All around everything
filled with compression.
Ready to pipe the steam
gotta turn a valve
and leak a little talk
with someone trusted,
with someone sharing blood.
To brood with the brood.
No wonder there's
a total syndrome
due to the silence
of an empty nest.
It's hard to name a thing
worse than being down
and newly all alone
with no room to enter which
doesn't contain just yourself.
So if the one's who've
shared the nest
can't be reached or have left
this is why and when
you've been good to friends
who fill holes in the nest
and don't mind allotting time
to aid in important tasks
that serve to grease the valve
that sweats to leak the steam
that's getting denser by the day.
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6. |
Front and Back.
05:39
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It’s a long line of women
That makes me any thing at all.
Tip a hat all the way upward
So you know I nod.
There’s a whole mess a ladies
That did most everything right
And their actions counting
For any chance I’m ever good
What a noble undertaking
To achieve triumph in their eyes
Recalling any message
Before attempting obligations.
If ever water says I’m sinking
Wisdom aides in building rafts.
No success in counterfeiting
The line that links us front and back.
So this likeness is well fitting,
Ancestral beating of a drum
That pulses inside and through us
And grows and shrinks with the lungs.
The depth in pictures of mother
Before her story was spun,
Her chapters yet to be written,
Her covers still freshly drawn up.
This nest is housing its people,
Never assembled by just a one.
Place your essence on a leaf of amber
Set it down at the rivers young
And you can float down the current
When you feel you might be done.
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7. |
Nesting Time.
05:00
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Fuming
One trial way
From drooling
While I'm awake
We're allowed to dream
A foul to touch
Imagine the face with it's little peach fuzz
I'm just eye's
A thumbs up
Scrolling through an information up
Singing why?
And "can a family wait?"
"'Tlll I am feeling prime?"
"'Till it's my nesting time?"
Steaming
One mess away
From tightening
My extremities
You alone
Can't pick this fruit
And feel its skin and know it's ripe for doing
After all
Little lessons learned
What's the point if not telling a kid they're wrong
Singing "guy"
"You are not alone"
"Nothing great's done by one"
And "you will never ever be ready"
Teaming
Pairing away
And Lathering
Up birthday cake
Hear a call
Little thing whistling
A beautiful song meaning "don't forget the milk"
Here's the nest
Here's the maze
When the peeping starts it won't know how to wait
Singing "mine"
"Give the last bite to me"
"There is nothing I don't need"
And you will never ever be ready
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8. |
Mirror Laughter.
05:54
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So when I get so overwhelmed
with the
unending buzz and
alarming
You need a joke a length of rope
leading
out from the hole up out the box
encasing
In reaching out I’m looking for
Brother
it’s understood we understand
each other
When I am low could always use
Sister
advice is firm never unclear;
hallowed
Remembering the smaller times
when you’d
get on the ground and play with toys
and me
You were so small you were so squish
innocent
my little friend a little guy
running
And now we laugh when looking at
each other
being both sides of a
mirror
Here take this rope to help you cope
through it
and these ears will always
hear it
And as we go through all the trials
coming
it’s help to know we’re not alone
in total
For if you slip about to tip
backwards
trust the fall I’m with all
behind you
Here comes some ease it rode the breeze
brother
wind in it’s sail from your exhale
sister
The words will land soft
like feathers
no comfort lost in being close
together
so it's not strange to feel loss
in nesting
no time for self each moment
testing
so here’s a note a small hello
to ya
a special bond with
no period.
The laugh turned into the mirror, the mirror perpetuated laughter
so we are a little circle there is no end explaining infinity
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