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Instantaneous Collages During May

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Instantaneous Collages During May

Instantaneous Collages During May

It’s the end of my year.
The only completion I’ve ever known.
When friends and mates part ways annually….
And sometimes re-kindle their bonds amongst orange brush.
Though my eyes recount instances of longing….
For hours by fires when I and they couldn’t remember names.
My condolences go towards trees that witnessed our lack of short-term memory
While babies collect photographs just in time for dust storms
Instantaneous collages during May….
Medicate my anxiety and remind me of appreciation.
Through grey constellation’s that document woman-ful and less days.
Why am I in despair at noon?
When the Sun hugs our highest seat on Earth
Maybe citizens’ smiles turn my human qualities away?
No friend knows the answer; not even Jehovah Rophe.
Instantaneous collages during May….
Gladly given to me by psychological dolphins that provide hope
For times when all loved ones are in disarray….
And hours by fires when no one remembers anyone’s name.
Can humans really live in harmony, move forward, and keep prior connections simultaneously?
Do mere girls become ladies as boxwood’s blossom?
For years through reproduction; a rebel to a dancing queen?
Instantaneous collages during May….
Convey images of those that run away.
Graffiti galore for creators who need to say….
That evolution always evolves, and visuals prevent histories decay.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Trippy Dreams Revised

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Trippy Dreams Revised

Trippy Dreams Revised

Watermelons, wine, and whisky set the tone….
For lines pertaining to pterodactyls, tears, and rainbowian trauma alone.
For creaking black-widow hornets are now commonly known.
Thou distorted faces will collapse beneath my bleeding bones.
In the rye I sing; like olden times, trippy dreams survive.

Fevers frustrate Hungarian horseflies within dreams far away.
And I wonder why my mind spills phrases that create dismay.
‘Tis not Elegance archives which formulates a plot to isolate the impoverished?
Should mental downfall, not physical, be visible to butterfly-lions that exhale beauty; inhale courageous?
Rather than minutes mocked by companions who turn black when smiles flourished?
In the rye I sing; like olden times, trippy dreams survive.

It’s the same ballad, cold coffee, and receding hair.
Even Upside-Down Land plants fish in polluted waters.
No end? No end! To the pressure applied on the colorful-ist days?
When purple seagulls can finally fly alongside clean shores.
And laser-eyed cardinals finally determine what will rather than may.
In the rye I sing; like olden times, trippy dreams survive.

To say my breath is the wind….
Is to contrast bane and a beautiful sunrise: Begin?
An inhale is a punch; an exhale is a kiss at songs’ end.
Like forty-thousand virgin cries at climax during formation of kin.
Saber-tooth whales breathe fire, but butterfly-birds sooth pain.
It’s madness inside my mind, though I have everything to gain.
In the rye I sing; like olden times, trippy dreams survive.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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From Where I Stand

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From Where I Stand

From Where I Stand

Tis’ dying that provides spatial opportunities for the living.
And companions that inspire socializing.
Within orange trees and a purple sky, I fly by the waist-side.
From where I stand, I’ll die in vain.

Lend me a scent that magnifies my only tonight.
A daytime fad that doesn’t pass out of fearful sight
Which surrounds cultured crowds and tempts my tendency to bite….
When the name of Karma rings on time and my resistance holds tight; my wings spread in flight.
From where I stand, I’ll deny in pain.

There’s a reason for my hatred towards political signs:
In spite of their constitutional expression, succession leads toward aggression,
And continuation establishes scarce positive alteration.
Playing it safe in Suburbia satisfies the many…..
Challenges sought without fire diminish quickly
Whatever’s right; tis’ wrong to bleed; scars swell in the Sun; I continue to climb.
From where I stand, graves lie in shame.

I remember when we danced for enjoyment.
When you portrayed a heart-filled savior
Now I’m willing to die for an answer to your soulless behavior.
You left me when companionship was most needed:
That’s unforgivable: I know you don’t care,
But Karma’s a bitch, even to godless angels who have pleaded.

My last phone call to my Mema was about you.
And I’ll regret our relationship endlessly.
To the World: Virgins aren’t as innocent….
When they volunteer to blow passionately.
You used me: I hope your teeth catches on his in Cali.
From where I stand, baby dolls comply amongst flames.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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