Electronic Services Unit 16

Bird's Words

Bird's Art

Reviving Ophelia

Reviving Ophelia!
The poor little bird, An owl, she was the baker's daughter
singing who, who, who
Who Am I
Who Are You
Who Am I, Am I, Am I
Never saying, never knowing
I AM

Reviving Ophelia!
An Owl in her tower
perplexed by the light
Frozen to action
unsure of what's next
Screaming/Singing
wishing
who, who, who
Who am I , Am I, Am I
Never saying, never knowing
I AM

Reviving Ophelia!
A bird sitting in a tree
Eyes wide open
searching the night
for a sign: who, who, who
Who Am I
Who Are You
Who Am I, Am I, Am I
Never saying, never knowing
I AM

Seeing Voices

I started seeing the voices today
Inaudible ones
but loud as thunder, siren high
They were purple and blue and deep
like bruises that won't go away
or oceans shifting at night by moonlight
They were fiery and white and shrill
like staring into the sun

People were screaming and
People were singing and
people were crying and
people were sighing
Reality is widening and
so it's time
For hearing sights and seeing sounds
Time for breaking bounds
Passing on the street

I started reading the faces today
As they passed on the street
Their unspoken words told stories
Of Odyssean treks/travels through
treacherous passages of street mazes
myths played out in the soul-mind-heart
Tales of heroic deeds (for love and life)
that didn't make the news

I started hearing the spirits today
the quiet ones
with eloquent silence and lyrical peace
but eloquently silent and lyrical and mute
They whispered songs of life and death
Spirits of tree and spirits of seas
stones meditating in the snow and sun
waves pounding their rhythm
resounding caves deep dark secret soul
Even asphalt ribbons screaming through desert sand

I started hearing the spirits today
the quiet ones
eloquently silent and lyrical and moot
spirits of trees and spirits of seas
stones meditating in the snow and sun

caves resonating secret soul
Even asphalt ribbons screaming through desert sand

they all whispered songs
of life and death
and the line passing
through the two

whispered songs
of life and death
and all that passes
in between
the first and last
light we see
whipspered songs
of mystery

*I started seeing the voices today* *Inaudible ones* *but loud as thunder, siren high* *They were purple and blue and deep* *like bruises that won't go away* *or oceans shifting at night by moonlight* *They were fiery and white and shrill* *like staring into the sun*	*People were screaming and* *People were singing and* *people were crying and* *people were sighing* *Reality is widening and* *so it's time* *For hearing sights and seeing sounds* *Time for breaking bounds* *Passing on the street*
*I started reading the faces today* *As they passed on the street* *Their unspoken words told stories* *Of Odyssean treks/travels through* *treacherous passages of street mazes* *myths played out in the soul-mind-heart* *Tales of heroic deeds (for love and life)* *that didn't make the news*
*I started hearing the spirits today* *the quiet ones* *with eloquent silence and lyrical peace* *but eloquently silent and lyrical and mute* *They whispered songs of life and death* *Spirits of tree and spirits of seas* *stones meditating in the snow and sun* *waves pounding their rhythm* *resounding caves deep dark secret soul* *Even asphalt ribbons screaming through desert sand*	*I started hearing the spirits today* *the quiet ones* *eloquently silent and lyrical and moot* *spirits of trees and spirits of seas* *stones meditating in the snow and sun* *caves resonating secret soul* *Even asphalt ribbons screaming through desert sand*
*they all whispered songs* *of life and death* *and the line passing* *through the two*	*whispered songs* *of life and death* *and all that passes* *in between* *the first and last* *light we see* *whipspered songs* *of mystery*