Sweetbird - Hello Poetry

I've come to see you Again And again and again I'll stay this time I promise To be gentle, sturdy, prepared Enough And I'll remind you and me and Them How very wise it is to remain quite with the ones who can't and won't Just sing through your throat Bellow Belt Breathe through every depth that you stood in alone until the song comes out So many hells here The Rabbi's understood our task here best Heavens meet me in the land Our land The beloved on my tongue cocooned beneath my ribs chanting glorious hymns beneath my feet Ancestry calls from down under And hell is the torture of wanting it all to stop spinning so ferociously; the lies, masquerading around this body I was supposed to worship as the altar the very vessel containing my soul Unclench me from your fists and drawn out the parts I was never meant to digest Rest peacefully here

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Nov 20, 2025

Nov 20, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC

Sweetbird

Ours

I've come to see you Again And again and again I'll stay this time I promise To be gentle, sturdy, prepared Enough And I'll remind you and me and Them How very wise it is to remain quite with the ones who can't and won't Just sing through your throat Bellow Belt Breathe through every depth that you stood in alone until the song comes out So many hells here The Rabbi's understood our task here best Heavens meet me in the land Our land The beloved on my tongue cocooned beneath my ribs chanting glorious hymns beneath my feet Ancestry calls from down under And hell is the torture of wanting it all to stop spinning so ferociously; the lies, masquerading around this body I was supposed to worship as the altar the very vessel containing my soul Unclench me from your fists and drawn out the parts I was never meant to digest Rest peacefully here

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I'll come to see you; uncoiled, naked; in sky; sea foam blazing. Beside the tricolored fields of loose leafed trees; directing no more traffic. Delighting windchime birds through breezing timbre. Freeing arms to twist at dawn. Every sound billowing with air; crafting together and apart; dividing all those jagged pieces from a puzzle set misconstrued. You'll crawl out; leaving form for forward froms.

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Jan 26, 2021

Jan 26, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC

Sweetbird

ZIPPORAH, THE BIRD

I'll come to see you; uncoiled, naked; in sky; sea foam blazing. Beside the tricolored fields of loose leafed trees; directing no more traffic. Delighting windchime birds through breezing timbre. Freeing arms to twist at dawn. Every sound billowing with air; crafting together and apart; dividing all those jagged pieces from a puzzle set misconstrued. You'll crawl out; leaving form for forward froms.

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What time are you thinking? A time? Is that where it all starts? I’ll go with; midday. Does that work for you? IT ALWAYS WORKS Just as pliant as his physical form; bending in all directions; jumping from stair to star; his studies, relationship with time; offered the same natural ease. He wanted to study equanimity in a way that hadn’t been brought into the scientific world; just yet. The physical structures were worked through BY his hands and mind. Why would this be any different? Complexity Chemical Physiological Developmental Evolutionary Consolidating abstractions into bite sized bits. We took the ocean together in our palms. HE GAVE IT AWAY TO EVERYONE HE MET

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Jan 26, 2021

Jan 26, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC

Sweetbird

Sir John N with tilde

What time are you thinking? A time? Is that where it all starts? I’ll go with; midday. Does that work for you? IT ALWAYS WORKS Just as pliant as his physical form; bending in all directions; jumping from stair to star; his studies, relationship with time; offered the same natural ease. He wanted to study equanimity in a way that hadn’t been brought into the scientific world; just yet. The physical structures were worked through BY his hands and mind. Why would this be any different? Complexity Chemical Physiological Developmental Evolutionary Consolidating abstractions into bite sized bits. We took the ocean together in our palms. HE GAVE IT AWAY TO EVERYONE HE MET

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I knew every man that lived within him; as entities, held off from; dragged out to the large dumpster outside. “Projections of the mind, “ she would say. “So, they inhabit ones waking life and all of the sleepless nights tell the practitioner whats missing in daylight. “All he had to do,“ she would say. Crossing bridges, houses, oceans, philosophical quandaries, beliefs about the G-dhead. All she would have to do would be to forget. Burry the other and do her own bidding. She would take the role of the brain dead; alcoholic trope, mid life crisis psychoanalyst, stereotypical neurotic, unmotivated artist; the child of a sheltered home. “That’s it!” All she had to do was to heed the words sewn from her own tongue. Criss crossed backwards hymns calling her back home to the forgotten ones.

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Jan 26, 2021

Jan 26, 2021 at 12:46 PM UTC

Sweetbird

Ma-Mus

I knew every man that lived within him; as entities, held off from; dragged out to the large dumpster outside. “Projections of the mind, “ she would say. “So, they inhabit ones waking life and all of the sleepless nights tell the practitioner whats missing in daylight. “All he had to do,“ she would say. Crossing bridges, houses, oceans, philosophical quandaries, beliefs about the G-dhead. All she would have to do would be to forget. Burry the other and do her own bidding. She would take the role of the brain dead; alcoholic trope, mid life crisis psychoanalyst, stereotypical neurotic, unmotivated artist; the child of a sheltered home. “That’s it!” All she had to do was to heed the words sewn from her own tongue. Criss crossed backwards hymns calling her back home to the forgotten ones.

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