Match Point

i may have been a point of departure for you.

i just don’t know now; i can’t say what’s true.

i can only gather what was left in my lap,

the accusations flung, as you fled, in a snap.

the sudden panic to get away, your eyes burning into mine,

only bespoke questions that can only be answered by time.

patterns emerge when seen by afterthought;

how they were arranged, repeated, but in the end, for naught.

what i didn’t know,

as it shifted in time

was what you saw in me, what for,

or what changed; why so unkind?

the restraints you claimed bound by were in your imagination,

the conflict to counter was only the interplay you were contained with.

an adversary creates an invisble part to use.

but isn't real, and doesn't supplant the truth;

the impetus, both cause and reaction, is owned, only, by you.

some people thrive on tempting taboos,

but to set that up is only a ruse.

when another understands, and does not resist,

a sense of control can be gained, and that hunger will persist.

it’s infectious, and hungry, a thirst for belief,

and if one is honest, and one is not,

hedging bets, playing odds becomes the dynamic,

as if agreement is a victor,

but only supports remaining frantic.

the specter of entanglement, or even restraint

that i didn’t know existed

shifted what i said i avowed and allowed

into what was evidently thought of as resisted.

but Allowing is neither

complacency nor belief;

it's understanding another's not necessary

for you to have credence.

i never resisted;

never disrespected your wishes.

in fact i could almost say i obeyed.

i never placed you to stand in defense of me;

never did anything abrasive,

everything was always your way.

a complaint of restriction was spat out;

romantic entanglement had you bound.

but i always said you didn't belong to me,

so the same is true of course, the other way 'round.

i'm not even sure if it was Me that was offended;

a kneejerk reaction like that hasn't time to contend with.

more, it is Spirit, what your gut has to say,

and you welcome, or defend, by what is thrust or gifted.

and as the bridge made of dominoes crumbles and falls,

the ones that fall to the wayside become the most important of all.

for they are the strays that keep adding up to the pattern

of behaviors and words used that reveal what mattered.

3, 2, 1,

or 1, 2 and 3,

no matter the toss,

the truth is there now, to see.

for whatever anyone accuses means nothing in the end;

when the matched point is stalemate and has no defense.

it doesn't change who you are,

what you did, or said;

the only change might be your regard of them.

'Fool Me Once' allowed the twice;

for if it worked the first time,

you accepted the turn on that dime.

so you walk away knowing your part.

the Good Housekeeping seal by saying honey, that's okay.

i just wanted you be happy;

never asked you to change.

never asked for a Committment,

still feel the same, still do what i always do.

nothing ever shifted for me,

i got all i asked for;

there is no Day to rue.

i never denied you anything.

there is nothing i ever refuted.

i accepted what you offered, you can't resent that now;

i just wanted to be Included.

i can take full Responsibility for everything, if you'd like;

what does it matter?

it's no skin off my teeth.

i was never invited into the drama anyway,

so go ahead,

if that gives you relief.

in the end, the Match Point

is no point at all.

pitched, scored, won or lost,

just a flat surface on which you strolled.

what Could Have Been becomes what Is;

there is nothing wrong.

continuum is all that was learned and gained;

there is nothing missing, at all.


GRAPHIC:  "The Ruse of the Chase,"

cartoon graphic, obviously Found Art.

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Comment by koshersalaami on February 8, 2018 at 6:44am

This is really about straw dogs, an appearance of fighting against obstacles that aren’t actually there. I wonder if this is delusion on his part or simple dishonesty? 

Comment by The Songbird on February 8, 2018 at 9:54am

You're very astute, my good man!  And I don't think I ever knew what 'straw dogs' really means, so it's pretty funny that I chose that graphic!!!  Yes.  That was exactly the part I couldn't wrap together.  But -- when you think about it, it's no mean feat to create a 'taboo' by which tee-hee or hidden intrigues play behind, but while also creating the perfect culprit to lay the Blame! on for being in a position they didn't even know they'd been ordained to!  Think about it.  Is that what they call hedging bets?  When IS that Kentucky Derby ...?!  

It was indeed the sudden, unexpected, kneejerk angers, venoms, accusations, and faults that were flung at me -- by BOTH parties -- which was the real uh-ooh, that even made me aware of it.  

The first dynamic of communication is offense begets defense.  So, it took a lot of writing it out, looking at it, finally laughing about it, then being amazed by it. God bless writing!  It let me shiver it down and out of me, over the course of snippets and realizations that come into that void left.  Sure has been good fodder, if it had to have a use at all.  I've been invited to lyric a song's music for a fella I met, and am getting to work in a REAL recording studio for the first time!!  So, I suppose that closing door left me open wide.  I was the only Innocent of the whole matter in the first place, so my part ended up with everything she'd asked for all along.  Go figger!  

Comment by The Songbird on February 8, 2018 at 9:55am

ps, Kosh ..  thanks for letting me finally 'tell' someone!  whew. 

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 8, 2018 at 1:01pm

I just shelled a bundle for reshrinkwrapping my boat in Kennedy Park Kenosha and shouldn't be spontaneously typing toward superlatives Songbird...and on the otherline another savant on and on with concept for neighborhood nook ma & pa joints: an electoralcollege dartboard that verbalizes the numbers, or did I search & search something to say like superstar Songbird: elevatin' magananimus and where are you on the Nation's cruise?    I've had that probverbial 'snow-blind-lion's' surprise all morning (as I scattered my 'scription 'shades breakdancin' at the Lady Ga-Ga concert) whoa this is so Deep Purple. Inspirational; amore' por favor!  Like Ventura Highway in head phones! Like you set the doomsday clock back (minimally) one (1) second with every rendering. Play it loud as lightning!

Comment by The Songbird on February 8, 2018 at 4:39pm

Hahaaahaaa, JP!  Thanks.  I think..   Lol!  You actually described the mental motion of deciphering that logic, so yes, I imagine it WAS a bit like pedaling backwards.  But logic is logic, no matter what brand, and everything connects somehow, somewhere, so maybe hindsight was the only way forward!  Loud?  Hmm.  I dunno about that.  So far, silence has actually been the best last word.  Drives'em crazy.  Speakers, on the other hand? - she's famous for blowin'em up!  Rock on, Cat - thankee!  

Comment by Rodney Roe on February 9, 2018 at 7:07am

Whether dishonesty or delusion, what could hvae been becomes what is.

Comment by The Songbird on February 9, 2018 at 7:39am

Does, RR.  At least that's the best I know to do with it.  I did learn a lot, especially about Bluegrass.  So of course I can carry that on.  And, just be nice.  At least I'll know.  

Comment by koshersalaami on February 9, 2018 at 7:42am

“The first dynamic of communication is offense begets defense.” 

This site would be completely different if that truth were universally recognized. In fact, politics would be completely different if that truth were universally recognized.

Comment by The Songbird on February 9, 2018 at 8:10am

Aye, Kosh; I sure agree.  And it's the reason I always try to flip it, present the opposite.  I don't want to become so inured to having new-meet people tell me what they hate right off the bat that I respond in like kind!!  


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