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emotions are literally meant to move
motivate push one out of inertia experiencing them helps you grow from a child into an older version of you and you can't put a doorstop in front of time as I grow older I wonder about those who'd continually judge me for having feelings they can return to their chilly laboratories their video games their factories of distraction manufacture an entire alternative reality for me it all would fail to satisfy I prefer the messiness of a real world grim and gritty though it may be I find beauty in it there's still plenty of adventure left in everyday conversation without using terms coined out of the urban dictionary I'm grateful for my everyday world even though I'm getting older and the old sometimes are considered useless and take up more than their fair share of badly needed space as if they don't offer some utility as if they have out-lasted their expiration dates I've written: and even stars die and oh yes they do just like dreams die because we run out of time fame and celebrity die and loved ones die and even great celestial suns die death is an unhappy word there are some who can't form their mouths around it so they say things only pass as if someone's lifetime walked by us on the street this all sounds to me to be too clean and neat unrooted to reality death is relative death is your relative or your best friend or I'm hoping it is just like Einstein's theory here we go again death leads to being recycled onto the next merry-go-round of energies get used to death it will arrive at your door step eventually it will strike you with either a sharp slap or sting or a jab in your heart so many emotions ones you didn't know you even had or would experience leaving you hunched over clutching at your chest breathless and reeling couldn't we be kinder to one another in the here and now space? more forgiving of others but also even more forgiving of ourselves if this could happen I'd foresee generation after the next of star children being recycled into bliss how God would smile and sigh with blessed relief His dreams accomplished for us all then He and We could have some peace. ( at last, I feel better now for it is time for the release of endless sleep.) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD FOUR FOURTEEN AM IN THE MORNING APRIL 8TH 2017 legal copyright again...and re-edited 12:20pm PST July 22 2018 for precision and clarity Melissa A Howells /Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World GETTING older isn't for sissies but the good part of it is you say what's on your mind and don't care a fig anymore if you displease folks Ted Williams had a great batting average, so did The Babe...and they never batted 1000 Got news for you all, you are doing alright or as my Gramps would say "mighty grand" if you get in the 300's. FYI...I keep all of my poetry in 6 font so everyone can read it and they don't need to use reading glasses...and I bold it too. I am thinking of my entire potential reading audience's ocular challenges when I do so. Vote for this poem |
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