The birds of Alesund descend
To greet an old and trusted friend,
An answer to their constant search,
For food, safety and a welcoming perch,
The birds of Alesund descend
To greet an old and trusted friend.
listening with his hero heart
bird man waits his opportunity
understanding the beauty of timing
not caring about credit, but eager to save the day
because he loves people and he despises unjust meanness.
Birdman
Sometimes we fly
Sometimes we fall
But if we don't try
We learn nothing at all
So buckle-up sunshine
Strap yourself in
Let's head for that sun
Where the atmosphere's thin
If we aim for the highest
Fill our lungs and take flight
We can only be chased
By the darkness of night
For the thrill in the journey
And the stretching of wings
Is the beautiful reason
Why every bird sings.
Jinjagoliath
22nd November 2020
Stoned in still water,
Osiris stares at me;
Wings sharp as shields,
Batter a subway overhead;
Somewhere a cadence
Floats like a blue rinse,
Your bird-eye catches a scent,
Chanel No.5,
Pokes it inside your brain,
A tongue lashes out,
Whips you stupid;
You fell for those plumes,
Had to have them,
Close-up,
An ultra-violet frenzy,
Claws into you -
Does it hurt?
Birdseed is not sniffed at,
On cold Bay days;
And oh Baby,
Could she sing!
outside his window they hover over
through gallows of granduer to endure
great wisdom comes from above given to him
through temples of fire long lines alone
Tyson was used to providing
learn to take each new day in perspective
never let them leave you second guessing
I must clearly confess
The birdman was a dreamer
a no it all talker falling apart at the seams
a closet king in a world so very mean
destined for soaring heights tonight in flight
there was a lesson to be learned
the birdman goes for a watch
chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed
out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance
super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines
look deep within my friend
columns of piers we shed a single tear
for all to draw ever nearer
On a cliff high above the sea
Pitching china cups for tribal shootists.
Upon finishing, walking to the edge
To speak with the elders of these cliff dwellers.
Looking below, a most strange bird was
Ambling with others of his kind.
Introductions were made as my gaze
Fell upon one more strange than
All the others.
His head, all in feathers, spoke with
Authority…averting my gaze so as not to
Appear awkward, I marveled at his command
Of all he surveyed,
Surely, answers to our existence
He understood above all others.
At this moment, I drifted
Back to the present,
Forever changed.
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