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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Beings Considered

I Long For Stars

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Your Next New Dying Black Swan



The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

All Too Clearly Now

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Informed Through Pain

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

A Man Of The Clouds

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Accountants

Shrine

Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

Cuba Libre

Dragons

Max on the max

The Little Bird Said

The Factory of Resentments

When My Blues Are Gone

Expect Yourself

TONIGHT

I WILL RETURN

Silver-Tongued Devil

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Think On This--IF YOU WOULD

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

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Imprinted

Patterned thinking
pandering to what you ought
makes life a stinking
mess
and leaves us all
over-wrought.
Playing on life's stage
to others
fortune-telling all
your thoughts.
Its really quite
exhausting.
It would be so much easier
to leave your mind alone
by living your life
self-directed and
self-taught.


Copyright September 20 2011...Red White Blue ironic symbolic. This often times doesn't
feel, read, smell, look like my/our country anymore. Doesn't mean I'm not proud, its
just that I am allowed to change my mind and(constitutionally allowed) to have my own opinions.

Melissa A Howells  Meloo of Tilt-a-World





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