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Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Some Will

What If

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers



No Woman's Friend

Sometimes I Hear Him

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

I Long For Stars

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

Some People

She Is My Friend

Beware The Sign of Sagittarius

Need You (note of encouragement to self)

why not ask the cat?

The Un-Promised Land

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

If I Were Your Island....

(You're) Still Here

I Know Most Who I Am When You Are In The Room

From The Desert

As Sick As My Secrets

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

He's There

Oh, Now, The Pink Moon

And Even Stars Die

You Are Not My Audience, I Just Borrowed You For Awhile

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whern night  becomes day


I've had my peak experiences here
I've out-grown the environment
its a worn old shoe
in need of repair
pinching and failing to please
I'll wear it no more

moving on
sometimes I've done it in my sleep
on to other re-imagined pasts
where old friends, unfamiliar faces
the people of my dreams
and I'm more satisfied
at last

here there's spice
here there's substance
here there's more connection
to the living space
inside my head

how do I get there
to where I'll be
less fraught
and in a complete disassociation
from my current mindfulness

when night dreaming
becomes day dreaming
the underseas, the undertow becomes
real life
reel life
on a spool unwinding before me

inserting myself
tonight
I can imagine
the cinemagic




LEGAL copyright for this work//poem written directly to the page
JANUARY 28, 2017 NINE-FORTY-EIGHT AM PST
TIME STAMPED/DATE STAMPED
LEGAL COPYRIGHT ALSO FOR THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS/MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
(yes, I made this.)

BLUE MENU/THESE ARE THE TIMES
NEW ROMAN





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