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From The Point Of A Star

WRAPPING IT UP RAP... July 9 2018

All Too Clearly Now

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Someone Send Out A Search Party



If I Were Your Island....

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

This Is It

Its Their Problem

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

the life and times of Medusa

Max on the max

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

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

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Someone Burned The Trees

Crowded Out

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Feel Fine(r)

Try To Have A Good Night

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

A Promise Is

Something More...

STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD (legal copyright Melissa A Howells 6/13/2018 10:01am PST time/date stamped)

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Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)


So strange.
What I can always
rely upon
is
change.


Why should I bother?
Why, complain?
About anything as immovable,
predictably unpredictable
as change?


I take one big belly flop forward,
one bigger belly flop behind.
I'm not afraid. I'm trying
not to feel the edge
of IT.
Remain composed in my mind. Its
only the condition of the conditions of
change, unrefined.
Cursed change.


But, these days,
I feel like a beggar.
Like I've staked a corner
asking for spange. Pleading.
Asking for something better.
What I get is change.
Wicked change.


Whether its the wind direction,
whether its foul weather,
change,
can be counted on,
insincere BUT reliable,
sometimes undesirable
as pleather.
Blasted change.


Change. If I don't bend with it
I might snap.
I'm finding it more difficult
to rejoin my separate halves.
Damn change,
full speed ahead.


Change.
Who would've conjured it?
But I'm along for the ride.
Am I past the line of tolerance?
Am I past the point where
my thinning skills can abide?


As long as there is life,
then salt will flavor it.
One thing's certain:
Time.
And time will always sell,
that is,
the change of it.


Better to bend than be
broken
than lying in the grave.

Death can be so permanent.
Why not chose then,
change.

Copyright July 21  2013 Directly to the page. All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells  Meloo Tilt-a-World





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