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why We celebrate the losers


seriously
the blues are just another
clever disguise
of night
when the sun goes down
it turns the world to shadows
variations of black

the blues lack color
but they're the blues all the same
the blues are a very
serious sorting game

its an art
you can become an expert
one who could paint their portrait
and identify the genuine article
in blue

its said
today we celebrate the losers
instead
of the risers
I think we're continents of
empathy-demisers and deny-ers
lost and loosing out on love

losing out too
on all the necessities
money, housing, companionship
the very last of these
contributes to the mostlasting
losing demise

no one talks about the blues
in their lives

maybe they're too quiet
too wary
maybe the world's too contrary
and full of judgment

hiding and
too much in the shadows
to speak
is not where we seek
our leaders, our friends
here is where the beleaguered meet
their end

what if we chose to celebrate
the meek
is it not they will inherit the earth
and all the blues contained within it

this is the box of darkness
we chose not to examine
in not doing so
we risk being
the (reaL) losers.


blue menu/of course/Times, they are Roman
all scribble-scrambled directly to the page
as if it were a stage

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THIS WRITER MELISA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

OCTOBER 5, 20177 11;39AM PST.......

RE-EDITED NOVEMBER 6 2017 5;25AM PST
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