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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If



Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Max on the max

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

the brand of disappointment

Boy Restored

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

Ramada

Sometimes I Hear Him

the life and times of Medusa

why not ask the cat?

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un-Completion (I Prefer It)


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not out of dreams
but out of time
enough desire to seed the clouds
and make it rain year-long
then
who would stop the rain
no one

do you feel
done?
completed?

the journey will be mine
memories to fill a millennium and more
the capacity to recall them all

are you
done and
completed?

I think not

life would be hollow
purposeless
with
no trial left to overcome
nothing more to seek
no more creatures/people left to meet
no more mysteries
no more cheek-to-cheek
with destiny
the ficklest fate

I'd forsake finishing
for an eternity
of problems yet unsolved

I can do this
look I made this
how now...see,
I am who I was
nothing to be negated
I live on imperfectly
not complete
so I can live again
another day.

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*

I prefer and embrace my state of imperfection.
It makes life more interesting.
It also means that there were will be more adventures
left in life to experience, and problems left to solve.
Life ought to be a life-long process of continual learning.


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MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

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