Here I sit again

transcribing pain

Syllable by syllable

These wounds don’t bleed

yet refuse to heal

Some people can’t be mended

~Melanie Thomason



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Shall We Start Burning Books Again? (This is a rant…read if you like)


BOSTON (AP) — “Six Dr. Seuss books — including “And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street” and “If I Ran the Zoo” — will stop being published because of racist and insensitive imagery,…”

Ok, people things have gotten ridiculous.  It needs to stop.

YES, we can look at books, movies, advertising, tv shows, songs, etc. from the past and see the racism, sexism, ageism, and all the other isms!  We can see the flagrant homophobia.

BUT, I’m sorry we cannot erase history AND we shouldn’t as then we are doomed to repeat it.  Historical context is important. Where does it stop? Do we end up with a list of “approved” reading and that is it?  If we go through every book and ban/block/add to a no publish list everything that is offensive to someone in some way there would be no books left!

We can learn nothing by erasing history.  In fact we are doing a disservice to our society and closing a door to communication, conversations and understanding.  We should endeavor to learn from both the right and wrong things that humanity has produced.  History should be examined…and maybe people can learn compassion and understanding about people/cultures/ideas that are different to their own.

In the end it is like denying our past, sanitizing things and WHO does that serve?

And it doesn’t stop with stuff from the past by the way.  Actually all of these things are still going on. What if they start censoring music, blogs, social media…  How many songs would be on a no play list if everything that is racist, sexist, etc was examined?  Think of all the idiotist, hateful things some people (not mentioning anyone in particular) tweeted… even though I happy some are blocked, on the other hand isn’t it better we know these things?  Can’t we make more informed decisions when we have more information as opposed to a cleanup version of “truth”?

Believe me there are books, movies, companies, songs, etc, etc. that infuriate me but that doesn’t mean I think they should be banned.

Who decides what ideas are ok to share and who has access to them?

And by the way… banning mentions of horrible things doesn’t mean they never happened.  Tearing down monuments and changing logos doesn’t either.

I know this is long and ramblely so I’ll stop here. But this is NOT ok.

~Melanie Thomason




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Lyrical Quote-Blue October

“I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space”

-Blue October, Into the Ocean

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The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Smoky shadows

hungrily lick the tunnel walls

as flickering flames dance ‘round and ‘round

their unwitting victims with skin blistered and charred

singing,  “ashes, ashes they all fall down”

in our haste to find the light at the end of the tunnel…

we forgot to read the small print.



Photo by Anthony Rao on Unsplash


~Melanie Thomason



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Lyrical Quote- Don McLean

“I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away…”

Don McLean, American Pie





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February 28, 2021 · 2:51 PM

What peace?

Peace is porcelain

Drenched in perfumed poetry

How can it be anything else but prisoner of this poisonous world?


~Melanie Thomason



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When is the proper time for the hero to die?

I wonder


Dancing with my loneliness

Rifling through words in the dark confines of my mind

Searching for the right ones

to make sense of it all

and to write the ending

~Melanie Thomason



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Rain Dance

Image by Firenzos from Pixabay

To anyone watching she surely looked like a drunk

playing and dancing in the driving rain

Heaving and panting as she frantically twirled and screamed in the bitter cold

But she does not feel the cold

She is warm from head to toe with the delirious memory of the goddess she once was

& she moves to the storm as it pounds out it’s symphony

She recalls her mother moon and continues her own unique form of worship


~Melanie Thomason



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