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Coming Off Small

Counting The Long Days, Tilling The Greens

All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers



Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

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

Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Love A Cat

Cuba Libre

Fragile Shell Of Morning

Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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



for me
words come easily
naturally

a lark doesn't have to make a decision
to take wing
it just flies
and rests when it has the need to

but words aren't coming
easily for me tonight
and there's a need tugging at my wings
keeping me from my rest

I seem to have lost some of my bearings
my heart isn't quite in this moment
I'm high and away
in the blank black desert sky
free-floating from my Anchor
but,
its not the ground I need
its not familiar surroundings
its not the sort of comfortable routine
we know so well

its more than this
its you
the essence
the necessary intangible
I know most who I am
when you are in the room



dedicated to ....
legal copyright for this work/poetry and also by
this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this
legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From her Tilt-a-World








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