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NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping



Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

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

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

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

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

TONIGHT

The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

One Which Brings Me Unending Release

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

I Write This To Remember

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

This Snake

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Canis Latrans

I Wish God Had Better Magic

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One Which Brings Me Unending Release


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A trend:

People are admitting
who they are
publicly to
others.

Admitting to other
people who are not
necessarily safe.
Its become a brave new world.
With nets, no
guarantees.

But I travel on
a breeze
of mindfulness.
Hello, this is who
I am.

Choose to accept me
if you desire,
if you can.
It won't matter so much
whether you like me
or not...
I'm freed.  

I like the person
that I am and
the one that I'm
not.

Observe:
there is no chip on
my shoulder.
I ground it into sawdust
long ago.
I had no more use for it.

Let people think
what they do.
Let their thoughts meander
beyond my control.
It is for them to wanderor to wonder
perhaps, even to judge.

I have my path,
I do my best
to avoid the mud.

I am freed
from the burden of
their derision.
It was my
wisest
and my best decision.

One which brings me
un-ending release.

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LEGAL Copyright August 20, 2013 time/date stamped
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Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World





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