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2022
Your Devotion,
I try to feel my way through an understanding...
In layered fringes delighting
at the ends of a new joyful softness
and the vibrancy
of your wilt...
what may your wisdom intend in this dying?
what delicacy is in this moment?
To know you so sweetly,
So wonderfully
And  t e r r i b l y
 oh, so terribly.

​WHERE I STILL DREAM OF YOU

A swallows flock a-soaring

up above,
The golden twine,
Unwinds
From Father’s hands
Knitted carefully,
accounted for,
And formed
In the ocean’s womb
Oh, Mother blue,
Among the poppy blossoms
Spotted merrily about
On those crimson groves
Of sweet honey filled notes
Perched
Upon that opened wing…
A grain of hope
Is
where
I
still
dream
of you…

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2020
A TIMELESS POEM FOR ALL ETERNITY
When I came into myself, again
Yet another re-awakening of this body
I saw an imprisoned cage of where a young woman was residing,
It was right behind my Mother’s eyes A tiny fire lit between the iris of two hazel gazing stones
One for contempt, one for affections
She awaits, behind the bars as if a finely feathered foe & gently combed friend
A creature of Her neglect of lesser fortune  
We unite, forever... Her & I Tethered in an astral ancestorhood
Those figures whom come visit me at night whispers…sometimes shouting...
They say, ‘Cut me down by the river Where the water stirs leaves in lakes
Upon the earth’s womb right before Thee
The shores that pulsate their magma layers
To the fiery depths of the creation’s pitfalls Just as destruction of the water’s unrelenting torments
A tearing waterfall carves out the glittering crevices for life of mossy fuzzy rocks
Where purple buds quiver joyfully in their muddy soil
She carries the world how she may,
Quietly shedding the sounds of wailing infants below in the darkness of her deepened grave  
The Queen of Consciousness,
The Snake Bride’s Daughter
She is Everything and Nothing Simultaneously Like an apparition she dies to the fallow grounds
Childless…
Motherless…  
She sees herself in the eyes of her own Livingness
Cover Thy eyes to receive
Cover Thy wagon with a white cotton cloth
Unstained We take what we get–
Reaching out
And landing heavily on a skinny branch like a songbird Existing helplessly-hopefully
Giving our Giver the best we know how
A space between our intimacy  
I leave behind:
Three yellow petals,
Endless stars of diamonds,
Three flowering dandelions,
Sharing together Somewhere near their heart’s content, their mind’s desires, their spirit’s dreams
Standing at the edge of the burning sounds of Time Ticking away at the heart beat of our own drum
We lay
We fly
We take
We sit
We wait
We receive
Unknowing and knowing truths of our beingness
We remain
Thumbing around blindlessly while smiling back to listen To the crushing of sticks beneath the feet of our childhood loss
A symphony of May’s Phlox panting & the scents of the forest’s melody after the rain For the growing of new
and decaying life
Under the dewy waters
The mirror of pure white,
pink, lavender and salmon
It comes,
it flows,
it falls,
it rushes by,
it destroys,
it ends,
it restores
Oh Mother, I release thee…
​-Moriah Birdseyeintheattic

2020 VISION

​I AM THE CELESTIAL BODY
I AM THE YOU THAT SEES
THAT STANDS
BETWEEN THE DEEP RECESSES
OF THE DARK REEDS AT THE EDGE OF THE REEF
THE SOUL’S FACELESS PRECIPCE.
TO THE CLIFFS OF HEAVEN
TO THE VOID OF HELL

WE ARE THE ANCHORED ANSCESTORS OF NEW EARTH
​NOW
MEET THE CREVIS OF THE SKY
THESE STARS THAT PEIRCE IT’S ATMOSPHERE
OF THEE EYES
IGNITE A CANDLE WITHIN
WITHIN YOU
SPIRIT
​
AWAKE O’ DREAMER
MAY THE LIGHT RAISE THEE
BUCKLE AT OUR KNEES
IN SPIRITNESS & IN HUMANESS,
MAY THE LIGHT RISE IN THEE
RAISE NOW
WITH THY ETERNAL LOVE
IMPASSIONED IN SILENCE
WITHOUT END
UNYEILDED LOVE

SO ARE
WE
UNITED IN OUR SUFFERING
IT RECOGNIZES ONESELF 
BURNING, MELDED INTO THEE
AFTER THE SMOKE

ETERNALLY IN OUR COSMIC PARENT
THE HOLY KINGDOM
​PERFECTED ORDER
ETERNALLY IN LOVE, 
THE MEDIATOR
IN REDEEMER
CHRISTOS

2016

DECEMBER 2016 
DARK MATTERS: SCHIZOPHRENIA

Satan’s in the sole of my left shoe
We are having a cofetti conversation now
The words from your lips are bursting in colors of blue, yellow and red
Floating pieces that never hit the ground

Zenu is my mother
Her ship will be here any minute
To drop off money just in time for the birth of my baby Jesus
The CIA is onto me, they hear and see everything I do and say
Are you listening?
WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED,
WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED

There is a funeral every evening at the head of my bed…
But no one cares to bring flowers to diffuse the stench of blood that seeps out of both my ears.
And I’m born every morning at the foot of my bed….
But no one bothers to bring me a blankets for my wet, cold, sopping body.

So how many times do I have to tell you doctor before you put me out?
Satan is in the sole of my left shoe
So please, take me out…
Take me out.
And off.
This hell road that goes on into infinity
This hell is desolate, deserted and noisy
This veil between here and there
Has already thinned.
When will someone fly me through the rosy scented moon door
On a blanket made of orange stars and black skies with my little baby Jesus?
It will happen you see because we are all connected.

WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED,
WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED

“Oh, Silent Night
Oh, Holy Night
Not all is calm
Not all is bright
Round yon virgin
Mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace"
And don’t feel as though you have smile

​Merry Christmas.




SEPTEMBER 2016
How fragrant Death is...
The leaves, 
The brush 
Dying 
and 
Decomposing
Under
Our feet


Why, we watch
The last breath
Burst into 
Many shades
Of the color wheel?

​A pretty party of
Leaves falling 
Like raindrops
Spinning 
and 
Twisting 
Changing direction
To and fro
The insides
Of living things that
Once were 
Agonally gasping,
Grasping

How fragrant Fall is... 
The leaves, 
The brush 
Dying 
and 
Decomposing 
Under 
Our feet




Picture
Image by Ryan Myers- "Moriah with Blue Hair"

There are 
Some
Who joke about
Everything,
Everything 
They joke about
I promise You
That You will
Not
Fall apart if
You become 
Serious 
For just a moment
And
If my promise 
Breaks,
I will make 
A joke....

Just kidding.
Picture
From 2015 Self-Portrait Series- "IN SEARCH OF YOU"

AUGUST 2016
When you get left
In the dark
Make your own 
Damn light.
When you are 
Shown that
They do not
Care
You better
Just 
Believe them.


Picture
Photograph by Jason M. Daggett

2015

MARCH 2015

THIS AGAIN
Waking up, this again
I am still here
Strangers, knowing them a second before
Same shit, different package
Warrior Pose
Darkness of God
Can't see the sun, know it is still there
Muses come to be while I am moving
By the time I have a pen, it vanishes
Hoping they will come visit me again when I am still


FEBRUARY 2015
Picture
"Blue" (artwork) by Ryan Myers  
CLOWN UKNOWN
Hair strands between her finger tips
Dangling and pulling apart to the division she sips
Red stained glass to the joke and the uncertainty of self
Rainbow color for every lover
Crowd pleaser
Separate, splitting into two
Peering sideways
Pulling further
Red lipped, paled skinned and masked
To and fro the crowd
Then alone, she closes the door
Undone she come
Between her finger tips twisting of her demise of the pleaser to the deceaser

JANUARY 2015
MY MISSING MARY
Holy Moly, Art is my Blood Vein
If it was not to share or to sell
Simply my soul unsaleable
I did leave it four weeks ago
And found Her once more
Cutting shapes out of Paper
Washing colors and layers
To the place I happened to leave
Just to know she was there all along
Art, My Missing Mary



IN THE DARKNESS
When you go into space, deep & distant space
It is completely dark
Then, eventually your eyes adjust and you can begin to see
The sparkles for the first time and not the last
White lights you are creating with love of being and love of touch

2014

DECEMBER 2014
Picture
"Neath' the Cover Wing"  (artwork) By Ryan Myers

COVERS

He is perched upon your shoulder
Awake, O Sleeper
You are sound in sleep
 In your nested scratchy crown
Nestled all around
Among the dreaming town
Safe and secure in your cloud
Protected beneath the covers of His wing
Are you still Asleep?
The owl clinging tightly around
 Your shoulder rest
The rest is in the Dwelling Place
Prepared and set beside your Sleepy Head
In the wait
Of a sleeping day, you will awake to the beat
The beating of the drum like the knocking on a door
In the wake or in sleep, the Kingdom has Come
To the place
Where the wise One keeps....



DAYDREAM UNDERGROUND, DREAMING DREAMER
Picture
Titled, "For The Day Dream Underground & The Dreaming Dreamer"

But honestly I remind you
To please, do not lose sight of your dreams
The ones you once had
Find them
Dream again
From your sleep to your waking days, Dream
Awaken them once, twice more
Do not forget....
To dream
Remember? Dreaming.
Keep them
Grasp onto them earnestly
Do not let them dwindle down
Dream
 No matter how absurd and troubling reality is sometimes! Dream. 


PLAYGROUND RULES & PHYSICS
 Tables turn, moving round and around
Seesaw goes up while the other one is down, just so you can push your friend back up again
To take the turn
The Swing goes Backward to move Forward 
Then Back & Forth
You go up the Slide just to drop back down, again
Your hands in the air while waiting for your feet to touch the ground 
You grow up to look back on what childhood was for
Maybe... 
To learn about Playground Rules & Physics
JULY 2014

BLUE FLAME

I want Fire
I want Fire
But all I feel is Blue
Blue is all I knew for so long
Sadness is so familiar
But I want my Fire
To Burn my Tears
Burn my Fears into Oblivion
Into Oblivion
Vanquish
The Old for the New...to Grow
Red, Orange Fire
The Center of the Flame is Blue
Where it starts
The Center of the Flame 
Is Blue
MAY 2014
I AM THE ROOSTER
I am the Rooster
Be intrigued
You may be just like me
You will be crowing at the break dawn at the highest point top
Don’t you dare hold back
Cockadoodledoo!
Light is up
Night is down
I will dance gallantly
Night
Fear was your greatest deceiver
But you see
You are true
My aim is true
Fellow flights
I’m calling out
The sun is rising
Rise
Shine
The night was, and is not now
Who ever told you weren't free?
Trust yourself
So that you may serve
Mend those broken wings
Feathered friends of the flock
I am the Rooster
I am a messenger
With messages of love
Art
Honesty
Courage
Vigilance
Watchfulness
Fanning out with brilliance
Don’t hold back
Let me strut
Hear my hearty cry
Hello Day
We have victory over the night
This is a battle cry!

JANUARY 2014

ELEVATOR MUSIC

I.            Hold music
Agonizing
Waiting, listening
Generic beat
Monotonous 
Shut up


II.           COMPUTER JAZZ 
24/7 Playing over and over
It is blaring through some shitty speakers
This is a nightmare
It follows her everywhere
Fade away 

 2013

DECEMBER 2014

IN WAKE OF SOMETHING

I.             BAD DREAMS
Telling you about a bad dream I had....
Just needing you to say....
"It will never happen"



II.             VULTURES


There were two 
Then three
Then four to three
To two to none

OCTOBER 2013

TAMENESS

I.          PUMPKINS

I picked one for you

You picked one for me


II.         BOUNDARIES & balances

Limit yourself 
As much as you...
Unlimit yourself


SEPTEMBER 2013
BREAD

Chalice mouth
Angel eyed
Without a doubt
Silky crown
Sunken hearts...
Frown
Realmly love
Identical twin
Sweet dove
Dance with you
Rest your head
Autum dew
Upon my lap
I am the fool

AUGUST 2013

DWELLING PLACES

That language that lovers speak
It's broken English, I have been longing to seek.....
So Darling, speak it to me or if you're afraid please speak it with me

I know you're ready so It is time we finally  meet the sames grounds
Where fragrant petals rest at our feet
Meet me there

JUNE 2013

BELONGINGS

I.                    BAD MATH

We spend a lot of time trying to figure…

We spend a lot time trying to figure out where we belong in the world

And then we spend  more time trying to figure out where we belong in the world, then we are spending our entire Life running away from ourselves because that is our only refuge

II.                  PALETTE PINCHER

Some people are paint by numbers...others you can’t even figure out the hue or placement

I guess we can start by painting a mark to give us some sense of our own belonging 

Sometimes we want so badly to label, name, and box it up in it's proper place for a sense of control


A true sense of a false security

Holding onto what doesn't even belong to us

We can only discern our decisions, that is....(our will)

MAY 2013

PERSISTENCE OF A REDROOM SERIES


I.             Still a Hollowed Home from Before

Like an ugly child in a dunce cap in a small corner of the room

Wondering if she could be unchained from the hovering house of stained red bones where she wish she did not live

I regress…


II.             Childhood in Sometime Now and Then

The electricity went out, so we wrote in candle light like we were from some foreign and deprived time

Ghosts even scurried and stirred about when the old man was out

Though we all couldn’t sleep because of the shouts, I dreamt and wept alone among the stars that shown day and night

The kind man in the moon knew all and I knew he will always be in my sight

I still twist and turn in my sheet beckoning for a place and time where I felt free from myself, from him, and them.

I regress…


III.             She’s Not Home

Between time and space she feels deceased

From pills and chains that can’t keep her still

She shutters and shakes inside like a treacherous earthquake

Her home and house is nothing but empty spaces of empty times

Kept her numb to the touch, she finally raises her eyes

To face the hidden place where darkness and dread resides

Gripping to all that is, that was, that has held to itself, and this place together

I regress…


IV.             In the Basement

The little red eyed mouse chews away at the chords

The television screen fuzzes and buzzes like a swirling twirling hornets’ nest

Never suddenly but always forever she was electrified by the curse of sensitivity and scaly skin

So she wrapped herself tightly in canvas sheets

And rode in a wagon of peppermint wheels of not so sweet

Sticky now from turned fruits with unfriendly faces

In the warn out spaces and hidden places in her heart she sang under the muffled layers;

“Just as I am. Thy love unknown has broken every barrier down. Now to be Thine, Thine alone, O Lamb of God…”


I regress...


EARLY WINTER 2013

When I see....
Five birds, I think of my siblings and me
Four birds, I think of just them
Three birds, I think everyone knows that one
Two birds, I think of you and me
One bird, I think that's just for me to know and for you to find out

Moriah Mylod
New Jersey-based Artist 

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