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The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)


did you do you
get what you expect or expected
i eat my food and drink cold
because i am impatient
because i do not expect to eat nor
to be quenched

that is my past experience
one not asked for

someone wrote in a novel
that fairness is a concept
for the weak
(or of the week---think on that?!)
then what of justice
and what of equality and
what of the laws
of the land
and what of the contents
of the character of those who
would be the "meters" those who dele in deals
and would be the ones who mete it all out
whilst we swallow open big and wide
are they the opposite of we the weak
or are the power hungry
those
who would walk in the big shoes
and who lie and tread on cat feet
who walk while i lie alone in my bed
as if there is no god
so thee is no fairness
and caprice and the worst of men
and man rules all of the night and day

is a thin blue -blooded line
is that thhe thread which catches
and fails...the  pulled seam which I/we
ought to rely on
its pull
and its inevitability
random and unfair

or is that too much
a frail-minded frill
of the weak
like a/my belief in fairness
inevitability being another flimsy
thread in the veil of veils
we all live in
our randomness of life

in my randomness
i would chose  and crave happiness
and i would want it for others
as dandy-lions are not weeds
but not-things...actual beings
who'd desire and wish to grow and thrive
and not be cut down
for plants and all creatures have secret desiring lives

is that you have not asked me
about the coldness of what i eat and drink
the cries i cry the book which those who decide
is random and willful unfairness

and then they you all have asked me
do you cry often
why do you cry
why do you leak
and i would answer because i am whole
oh so whole
and i ask of my life a totalness
of all i am and strive to be
the definitions which are changeable
but are unordered by
my hunger and pain
my love and bliss and sorrow
and my true-learned and un-learned knowledge
hoary horny conjugalness with the element
i would name GREAT JOY

if there is one life
i chose to live it
i am my own Mona Lisa
who existed in her own sphere before Leonardo
she who will not be blotted out
who will be not canceled
nor made invisible

if this is too much for those ghosts of you
of my past
who would say to me
you are too much, you feel too much
to this and that of everything
i would say
this dear moaning souls
is what life is
and i have not yet had
nor am i ready to close down the banquet of my heart

i would like to share what is at my table
the paltriness of it and the poorness
if that is what i have
if that be the label

the poor are the most generous and large of heart
they will give you their everything
if you are in need
they see and understand you
at times to the leaving of nothing for themselves

i am never-weak
there's no weakness in crying
nor in believing fairness
ought to be the form of the universe for all

you know my heart's address
you've read my manifesto
there will be more lines written yet
my door is open
for you to call...
knock and I might answer for
each of us in our flaws
and failures
as well as our small triumphs
is extraordinarly beautiful and transformed.


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DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE ON JANUARY 2, 2022.
AND ALSO FOR THIS RANTER WRITER POET AUTHOR OUTLANDISHIST
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND
REGISTERED SITE TITLE...MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THE WORLD IS NOT A SOFT BLUE MENU





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