| a world created by the dance of my hands for thee. With grace and humility, I'll perform my dance for all to see. Egotism, beauty, goodness? I have all three. |
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All trade paper (softcover), trade cloth (hardcover), and chapbooks (smaller soft, without isbn), are available at the cover price plus shipping. Shipping costs range from two-three dollars per book, depending upon weight. Those books with 'collected' in the title are compilations: they contain work by others, including myself. The rest are pure Melanie. I thank you for your support, Melanie M. Eyth The following piece is included in Ceremony Collected: 
This do I promise: Even if my name is never known, I vow to write. Even if my beauty is never shown, I vow to enlighten. Even if my picture is never taken, I vow to smile. Even if my charisma is never celebrated, I vow to beguile.  Ashamed, sad, and alluring, I am more of a doll than a person, and soulless as one too.  They all call because they care, and the callous woman-doll that I am resents the attention. So sorry, all of the world; forgive me for being weak; I cannot face you, I cannot speak. O, faith is necessary for life, surely. America, what are you? Dissatisfied, yet so strong, I am one woman, and you are a combination of all sexes and truths. We share the same-sized ego, though, both overexposed and undernourished. America, you are home to many.  I am driving, I am driving, and I feel alive in my body. Breath and trees line my way; sky guides my day; and forever the music feeds me. At the moment, I am beautifying myself. I want to look pretty all the way across the country, funny how I have that desire; but I figure taking care of one’s self is a sane and healthful thing to do.  World, await me. We will sleep wherever you want, Stranger. We are vagabonds, clad in black clothes and dark demeanor. How exotic and glorious to be awaited. I am enraptured by money and all things luxurious. I am also poor and intrigued by the homeless and helpless. Now, it is time to clean up, load the car, and continue on our journey— I delve into my darkness daily. 
My beautiful head upon my shoulders, And lungs inside which breathe; My nose, stomach, hips and buttocks, Thigh, knees, calves and feet; Each darling part nourished by heart, Each excited for the day to dawn; Hurrah for life and movement and praise, Let my life be long. |
