They give the pigeons a place to perch

“People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments.”
~Vanna Bonta

Sooner or later they run out of admirers and are left alone with their glorious selves, wondering why their only friend is in the mirror. People grow weary of being continuously measured and found wanting, and then chased when they turn away, when the fickle one realizes they are losing someone they really do want in their lives. Call them back as if this time it will be different, this time there will be consistency and true blue. Fickleness is a symptom of many things, some of which are caused by past pain, but it is not a reflection of the reality of the other person. It is a lack of consistency within one's own mind, causing unnecessary pain to others. The woman is not beautiful one day and plain the next. It is not rational that she is clingy one day and funny, cool and interesting the next. That is projection from within one's own mind, changing perceptions and feelings triggered by all manner of things in the environment. We already know all this and we do it anyway because it is much work to change it, and getting away with it for years teaches one that there is no need to fix it. But the years go by and the chances get slimmer, and the people are fewer; and sometimes the one mistake is the one that would have made the difference between Alive and surviving. Time is shorter than we think.

in time of daffodils 
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

E.E. Cummings

Chronicle of the Paraclete

She is well loved
among the well loved,
among those who know how to love.

Timeless, ageless, she floats on the breeze,
exchanging smiles and cups of tea,
from new spirited morning
'til tranquil, easy, cozy sleep.

Her closet is full of lovelies and elegance
all soft next to the skin
and shoes to fit feet and essence;
shoes that dance;
when she chooses to wear them.

Her shelves are stacked handily with all manner of books
with secrets now free,
weavings in every language ever muttered.

Her quill sets poised on her secretaire, eager to edit
and rarely needing to.

Punctuation is ever optional, endings are no more
and so periods are moot

Her vision is clear as fine crystal,
her body is sound as God's first breath upon it,
as it ever was and ever will and ever always,
as are the ones who hold her beating heart

Her pantry is stocked with strength and pabulum,
bread and wine to share and pray
Spice for remembrance,
salt for constitution,
mead for covenant

Her name travels as starlight
with purest invocation from breath to breath
held in open palms gently and with aegis

Her children glide joyfully through field and forest,
desert and sea
with grace, with quarter

Her work is pulchritude and wonder, adventure, felicity,
that fills her coffers to overflow with gold unneeded,
to pass to the young,
to hire, to make merry,
to share, to free

Her love was, hither, will to be,
resonance and harmony
serene sanguine serosity,
euphonious efficacy
and susurrant affinity
emulsified with sanctity
efferent synchronicity,
ebullient fidelity

To wit, to laughter, breath and birth,
the key to open up the earth
she carries loosely in her mirth
while wending star to stone to sea,
a wink to turn and dance with thee



So came the opening of the eyes,
so comes the waking of the cornflower;
to here draws the point of singular destination
cinching space and time with one stitch.
There is no more to say,
for here is the Alpha and the Omega
no words fit between the darkening and the light,
and all words ever written or whispered;

There is no more to say.

M.Black 7/22/2010  11:00

Paramore - The Only Exception