Free As A Bird, Sings Like Canary, Must Love Dogs

"'I am not here for your understanding of who I am.

I am here for your understanding of who you are.

I am your mirror.

How you feel about me, what you see in me,

the thoughts that arise from your encounter of me,

the judgments you hold about me, are all reflections of you.

They have nothing to do with me.''
― Emily Maroutian 

 

"He could read, he could dance,

He could sing, he could write"
He was just never shown how,

It wasn't simply This One Young Pup

existing  in his imploded Mine shaft

since before One could talk or walk

never learning, never feeling,

because of the tight training chain

around his neck

The choke collar

a stick poked in torment

this fractured death in a dying dark silence

before living, whilst still growing and breathing,

trained and raised to Be The Obedient Dog

In Fear, Not Love.

Never barking or wagging his tail or allowed to chase

That High Bouncing Ball

Called Life.

 

 

Knowing Too Much, Feeling Too Much,

Declared Crazy so young

Trapped In That Simple Mined Shaft

An Indigo Scout, who flew so easily

dreamed wildly, lucid nightly,

a canaries life of sweet silence in happy song solitude,

fully alive within the cage, but unheard and unseen

stunted, clipped wings in That Dark Shaft

of control and locked doors

of caged ridicules.

 

 

The shit, the piss, the Never Learning story

the flood of much blood and energy, wounds,

a drip, drip, drip

as wild canary

circled, circled, circled

spiralled down deeper, the abyss,

The Shaft of Dark Silence

The Family Closets of Endless Skeletons

Obey, obedience, fire and brimstones,

never ever dare question

The Lord God Thy

Father...

 

Until One,

supposedly fine learned day,

The Luceat Lux Vestra, Of Let Your Light Shine...

The Brothers Came, Wearing The Cloth, The Fog Collars,

Leading with More Fear of More Evil Rapacious Christian orders,

 

"Line Them Up,

please,

One By One,

Then

Two By Two,

The arc of our Father's

forbidden

sordid pleasures"

 

The mother eye moved, was awoken,

The Son Eyed Scared, shitless, again,

the cancer, the stress, the pain, the grief,

the one carers death, one life buried,

was far too early,

 

So They,

The Evil Twins simply hid more sinister crimes

 Black Jumper Tried, The Rage Unsub side

It failed as expected,

the needles and money and suicide

too,  

 

Day Hello,  

Dr Chemicals then

like child lollies given,

heavy metals, and more,

as mineshaft was shrinking,

The Canary Went Wild.

 

Lemon Life squeezed As A Pip Did Squeak

sour water falls, acid rains, 

so jumps again,

 

The purge, the urge, the ruins of runs,

mangy Institution existed in

fractured, skulls and panes broken.

More needles, the caterpillars, the bees and the leeches,

stings and the burns and blood sucking teachers 

the arrows and barbs and voice amputations,

the High Function Systems made best days frozen,

 

The voices, the un choices,

the death diagnosis,

 

"Shut Up, Dearest Choir Boy,

Just Keep Swallowing, Us, The Pus,  

These are Our Killing Kool Aides,

Blessed Be, In The Name Of The Father

Our Son..."

 

 

"Death Becomes You, alive,

in that glimmer mined shaft of darkest dim light,

lived since Birth, control,

mission aborted, we're closing, Now,

see 180 daze of self left breath,

You have been reassigned

Now closing this aisle, this life register

leads only To Hell"

 

So A Rats Was Not Given,

know wild anger, was never aloud,

nor given any hurry, this sure ballistic missile

surrendered not now, not ever

You Dirty Rotten Muthafuckas

 

As The Soul Did Float

off that wall of a jump

It Rose like a lotus, it opened to light,

The vile, the putrid, the grief and shit pissed

and a blind uncaring, "who us?"

from them, the money boy spinners,

 Chemical Brothers Rort,

"Next! patient, next victim",

deep pockets, who charged too well,

high battery, high fear, high stakes

high pain,

But only for another 20 bucks...

No, ... twenty more fucking years.

 

"Shut Up Kid... Yo ass is ours

We'll Fry Your Canary Yellow Brain for free

No More Lithium, Just Be Like Us

Straight Jackets, Mad Professors,

The Whitest Wonders, working wunders

At The Many Hospitals Of Fear"

 

So poured pills and bit bullshit

Butt no longer swallowed, (at least)

 

Canary shits finally gifted a radical Cheer Squad who cared,

The Pressure Release of a Shrink,

A So Simple Wily Old Scotsman Who Cared

 

Yes, as children went, left, torn

ripped asunder,

violently gone from a home

that once cared. 

4 long years then in a solitary prison

shafted soul, one repairing sole

this still singing

canary.

 

Then ink blackest mine shaft, rose, lifted

canary wings, still soft but well jaded, 

He flew, the far route, the far queue,

the middle finger, To All Of That Past

This Now For him Alone,

a choicer richer life to keep him awake

To Wonder Well Far In His Wander,

Lust.

Apples, Bridges, Muse, Sweetest Summer Souls,

mired collapse lung, broken leg, torn, fractured

 soul, all the past, passed care,

who cared as New Life

Becomes Me

A

Who Loves Life

The Purest Channel, Heard Voices,

Ashes Phoenix seen like no reason, an angel risen,

her ripe Maestro love seasons

basted in rhyme.

 

Now 

2000 days of more or less

to birth a new body, this mind and stung soul.

 

Thank you for all the heads

full of shit and soured silence

the cold high tease in tower and

the sharp violent voices.

 

This cure,

The pleasure is in The pain,

of small deaths, small rises, small steps

The Self was seen as River Rose in Magic Storm

it raised and raised That Awesome Day,

As feelings felt, as true, as moon

By Sweet Scilian Bay

and No Thing, as yet,

has changed.

 

But Trust was bent then broken

By Many Others,

The Book Boys and Bards

The Sharing Loud Speakers, the missed spokes,

The Purpose less Busy Bees, buzzed, two loud,

The Sugar Daddy Nested Seeker

who listen To Coins

fill shallow tinder slots

as she jumped her ship and ship did sink,

twice the laughter for lessons

herd...

 

The slow burn rise now of

golden light, quiet morning star,

Canary Laughs, Canary Cries

Canary dances at their lies.

 

 

Thank you Now,

The imperfect blissful nature, my own,

thank you co-creation in white shining light

Thank you Unique Gorgeous Growth

The Journey re Trusted,

The Family Tables Turned,

Thank you free Robin who flies Now together

Soul healing, sound healing a free life returned,

So Canary birth,

a mine shaft collapse well re minded

Rise Open In Truth,  

of a pure essence,

nature.

 

By Tony Searl

 

“Old Mother Hubbard”

 

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone:
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

 

She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
When she came back
The dog was dead!

 

She went to the undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.

 

She took a clean dish
to get him some tripe;
When she came back
He was smoking his pipe.

 

She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
When she came back
The dog sat in a chair.

 

She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
When she came back
The dog stood on his head.

 

She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
He was playing the flute.

 

She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
When she came back
He was riding a goat.

 

She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
He was feeding her cat.

 

She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.

 

She went to the cobbler’s
To buy him some shoes;
When she came back
He was reading the news.

 

She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen;
When she came back
The dog was spinning.

 

She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose;
When she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.

 

The Dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow;
The Dame said, Your servant;
The dog said, Bow-wow.

 

This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard’s delight,
He could read, he could dance,
He could sing, he could write;

She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,
And erected this monument
When he was dead.

 

 I want to hang out with THAT one cool dog

srsly...

Lmfao

Happy Birthday

 

"He could read, he could dance,

He could sing, he could write"

Don't Just Tell Me About Your Whitest Light

Unless You wanna also get down and dirty

and share true secrets of Our

Darkest Darks

 

Now fetch that 

Bone...

rrrrr...

 

"Things can be both immensely difficult and intensely beautiful at the same time.

You don't have to hide either side.

Remember, the night sky is eerily desolate and also full of everything all at once".

 

by Victoria Erickson
 

Dear Teddy, Bare,  

 Double Helix Spaces.

New Tracks In The Sand
A Rising, Truly,
My Light House Spectrum,

Stars, who Lead Us All Home.
 

 

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