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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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Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted


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so world you want to do
the eclipse together
so tell me what you've done well
together lately
before the
world-weariness and
exhaustion didn't creep in
and over-run us all

don't you see the psychic damage
that's yet to be un-done
I'm not interested in your love fest
making a celebrity of the sun
like we can all come together

sometimes
the more time marches
the more tired I become

is it the marching
is it the effort it takes
isolation in a magnified computer age
the immensity of a world
and the inverse in-importance
of individual existence
turning everything
even God's miracles into events
I'm staying out of the publicity tent
yours for the making and consumption
now
that's some kind of wizardry

how about
living together and learning to
move beyond all prejudices from the past
all our limiting and small-making greed-head circumstances
think of all the head space that you've devoted
to others, attitudes, negative memories, bad habits
wouldn't it be better to over-come
the present demoralizing Babylon

attitudes from the past are poison
blocking out the present
progress and possibility
hope cannot simply be manufactured
in one event surrounding the sun

haven't you felt over-whelmed at times
I have
myself, feeling un-done
struggling to feel the fading warmth
in a fully eclipsing sun
which comes around in one lifetime

not all charmed blossoms
make good in life
there are those who'd deny all evidence of any problems
as they take their neatly polished smiles
out of the jar each morning
the ignorant and dulled
never-the-less

didn't we all hope for a better world
yet only a few of us refuse to share the best
how I know these few do their worst for me not
to get to wrap my fingers around it

a lot of truth was told
when old wise man remarked
its the optimist who gets exhausted
look at all the effort it takes
to be operating in the light
while every one else fumbles in the dark

hope y'all enjoyed the eclipse
and the togetherness
while it lasted
while it passed us
by
bye-bye


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legal copyright for this work/rant and also for
this writer/author Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
September 17, 2017 1:48pm PST
edited September 24 , 2017 9:44 AM PST for clarity





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