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(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)



Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

Mister Misbegotten.

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

Lull the Day to Night

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Knock, Then Come Through

Elise, Elise

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Wisdom of the Infinite

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

The Differences

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The Blue Buffalo


I dreamt I went to my own funeral
but
no one else was there

Gored by a Blue Buffalo
I'd died looking up into a prairie sky
feeling very little pain
but wondering
how did I get here...

songs were playing
older favorites
which I no longer recognized
those
whose words and melodies
had, at one time. had great poetry
and depth of feeling for me

the wind rose and blew steadily through
the tall tall grass
it seemed silent
but not silence, itself

blue and yellow butterflies
floated over and above me
making a gradual path
to the gathering clouds

the air danced with the perfume
of wild prairie roses
while the tall grasses rustled
murmuring:
"hush..."

and then a large blue-bearded face
drew near me
and looked down into my half-masted eyes

pulling myself up by His Long Blue Beard,
I began walking with The Buffalo,
no longer limping
(my cane cast aside...)

I turned to Him and asked
Him (in my mind)
"Sacred Blue Buffalo..
Why Are You Blue?"

He answered my question
His Heart Speaking To Mine:
"What Color Are Your Eyes?"

"Blue blue my eyes are blue... "
I sang to him in my sturdy alto voice
as He nodded

I grabbed His Long Blue Beard
and then We began
steadily walking
hand in beard....


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