2024
Between the dappling
light coming through
the trees
blinding me as I sway
my eyes in the lowering sun
blowing the fabrics of
the in-between
the time,
A wind veils
the others side
A yearning
as I see through the branches
and fibers of leaves
a desire to be with
To be with. . .
Between the dappling
light coming through
the trees
blinding me as I sway
my eyes in the lowering sun
blowing the fabrics of
the in-between
the time,
A wind veils
the others side
A yearning
as I see through the branches
and fibers of leaves
a desire to be with
To be with. . .
POEMS
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.
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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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
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
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.
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 |
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.
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.
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.
In the dark
Make your own
Damn light.
When you are
Shown that
They do not
Care
You better
Just
Believe them.
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
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
"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
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
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
"Neath' the Cover Wing" (artwork) By Ryan Myers
|
COVERSHe 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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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…
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…
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...
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
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