the Deevil is a very noisy entity,

so noisy that the refrain becomes unheard;

the busy-signal betwixt lines of question and answer;

so ever-present, it's pitch becomes inured.

to argue or to settle, to disengage or to meddle,

is the constant conundrum that humms inside the mind.

seeking neither consensus nor answer, conflict itself the dancer;

the Deevil is the counterpoint of being aligned.

invisible divisiveness, question as answer;

but what is the answer to a question posed?

when each arises by defense or alliance

with a challenge Opposition itself supposed?

why stance, instead of chance?; why challenge, instead of balance?

what is the foothold that crumbles, underneath?

where is the Creator?, who is the Relator?,

what is the Given, that's given over to disbelief?

aaah, the Rub, the friction of fiction;

the bully that finds Achilles' heel.

instead of tenderness, empathy, or acknowledgement,

disclusion is the challenge, a toehold to abrading how you feel.

but Reality is quiet; it rides its own riot;

calm and upheaveal, in interplay, grows and melds.

it is inclusive, not exclusive, neither side is elusive;

each action necessitates the next, as each equal-opposite tells.

everything is momentary, nothing is stationary;

life itself thrives on its own ever-changing sphere.

it's held together by both sides of the tether;

otherwise, devilment wouldn't even be here.

the unexplained is always the question claimed:

where did we come from, and where do we go?

it does not matter, but the Matter, itself, does;

boundaries only exist by what is believed as being So.

Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness is an adage,

so often said it becomes obscure.

but when things are orderly, aligned, and smoothly intertwined,

they are not as obvious as when they are disturbed.

the Deevil lies in this dichotomy of elusion;

each answer and aim is made by everyone's separate guess.

the Plenty of enticement comes in momentary victories,

slowly gaining attention by investing in his unrest.

but attempts to constrain Life's movement and change

rely on innuendo, pitting a Better against a Worse.

the refrain is temptation, the sour note that keeps playing,

perpetuating the one-sided Bounty that he blurs.

and the illusion of inclusion works against itself,

proclaiming a boundary as an opening to an end.

for no restriction can offer eternity,

there is no side that evens out amends.

for the twain always meets, centered underneath;

tidals and cycles balance every repetition we know.

the only grasp we really have

is in what we're willing to let Go.


Graphic:  "Who Plays Whom"

by Leslie Wood

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Comment by koshersalaami on June 6, 2018 at 10:56am

Skillfully done

Comment by The Songbird on June 6, 2018 at 6:28pm

Is that a touchè, Kosh?!  (Only you, would I ask!)  It drays on me, this high-pitched sound I hear all the time, but to describe it doesn't take it out of the way.  I find myself both inviting and wary - too much.  I just can't quite discern what the 'busy signal' actually is, or - if it is somehow the root cause of the way things are erupting.  In the end, I just wanted to know how to single-space the format, because the double-space seemed some weird mirror image (or mockery) of what I was trying to say.  The "overimportance" of it.  It's not important, it's just an observation.  But, I do hear it. 

Comment by koshersalaami on June 6, 2018 at 7:15pm

No, it is not. It is an actual compliment. 

Comment by koshersalaami on June 6, 2018 at 7:15pm

You can tell by the Like

Comment by Anna Herrington on June 7, 2018 at 7:41am

I hear it, maybe feel it more. A buzzing, an agitating thrum. The opposite of the Beach Boys 'good vibrations' - or maybe it is Good Vibrations when you've heard the song several several dozen times too many.

Of course, we've wrapped our planet in this buzzing and hum.... it's entered our psyches, our nervous systems....

but dang, you have an excellent and poetic way of bringing beauty to your words, no matter the topic. Very nicely done, Songbird. Glad you posted.

Comment by The Songbird on June 7, 2018 at 7:58am

Of course I thought that, Kosh -- Just jivin' with ya.  The piece is trying to get INTO that in-between space.  If I nailed it?  Yay!  I meant that because YOU would notice!  I love that about you.  

Comment by The Songbird on June 7, 2018 at 8:05am

Hi, Anna.  Thanks!  Psshew.  It is just that - a frequency, and it IS agitating!  I've been saying for a while that no one is going to notice how jammed up the air is with microwaves until birds start falling en masse out of the sky.  Seems it is more airplanes that are falling out of the sky, but still -- it all HAS to have an impact.  Just because it's not visible doesn't mean it isn't there.  Maybe we should get together and figure out how to de-frag our psyches!  Thank you so much for the compliment; sometimes I wonder why the heck I 'talk to myself' in rhyme, but it helps me find the succinct words.  I usually end up liking that it flows easily though, spoken; like making order out of the chaos.  Graci!  


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