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A bitch I’ll refuse.
A whore I’ll deny.
I respect these individuals.
But it’s not my style.
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

Give me a message.
Give me a sign!
Sometimes I refuse to try.
I know its destiny!  I know my needs!
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

Searching the unseen constellations.
Grasping for air with a considerable mass.
I glance at the screen; a red, numbered, Earth!
They’re all from Europe and Asia!
That’s too far away!
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

Communication strategy # one.
Ethic, logic, kinesthetics….
Doesn’t matter….will build together.
I’m not a smooth talker!
But I’m a good man!  I know I am!
“I swear to God I am!” Salinger writes.
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

Live!  Live!  Live!
Die! Die!  Die!
It happens every day!
It is the absolute truth!  Maybe?

There’s something in between.
A reason, a taken season, two reasons.
Both are the same.  Both are equal.
An angel, a scandal, an angel, a scandal.
Give me it all for just one day!
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

A bitch I’ll refuse.
A whore I’ll deny.
I respect these individuals.
But it’s not my style.
Beauty from the outside, and vice versa!

Don’t leave me here to die….

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Colors on the Sea

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          Colors on the Sea

A child resting inside my trembling hands
Red, white, and blue equals questioning
Con-artists, thieves, adulterers, alcoholics….
They’re all the same.
Oh wait….They called me a communist?
Shit on their heads!
Maybe they’ll grow some stem cells.
Colors on the sea….
Moving forward, rather than traditionally.

Drop d magic, my standard for focus.
Ace’s rifts will dismantle the state of Ohio.
He’s already ended one of Slick Dick’s wars!
While witnessing chaos, I long for reason.
Because Adam and Eve did come from monkey’s.
Colors on the sea….
Moving forward, rather than traditionally.

Why are the pride lands’ so dry?
Why are companions so hard to find?
Melt away the frost….Oh wait!
L.A. is covered with polluted air?
An earthquake in North Carolina?
What the fuck?  Global Warming is a hoax?
Colors on the sea….
Moving forward, rather than traditionally.

Running away from static and misplaced ambitions.
Sleeping, walking, reading, writing….Sleeping.
My emotions hanging inside a plastic bag.
Hanging over an endless drop-off….
That leads to five hundred million years removed.
Wait!  The Iguanian Blue Jay!
Holding John Lennon, painted with red, white, and blue.
The bag falls….
Looks like Salinger’s thoughts were misunderstood.
I see a circular rainbow.
One on the sky, one on the sea.
Colors on the sea….
Moving forward, rather than traditionally.
A new day, dawns.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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My Soul is a Sea (Lithium)

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          My Soul is a Sea (Lithium)

 Long-lost companions above the sky
I adjust my hat; dark, proud, and wise.
(I’m so happy, because today I found my friends.)
Ethnocentric blasphemy; lies, lies, lies
Today I heard a story, one that is never told.
(They’re in my head.)

A faded streetlamp, outside Lonely Rooms Corner
It matters not; a divine light cannot distinguish the horror.
(I’m so ugly, that’s ok, because so are you.)
High towers, high kings, corrupt priests, low esteem
It comes to me, out of the blackest night.
(We’ve broke our mirrors.)

Die illusions!  Die!
Surrender confusion!  Goodbye!
(Sunday morning, is every day for all I care.)
I am scared.
While I rub bloody sweat out of my eyes
And while merciless time heeds the call
Here this message.  It’s wet, and lacks buoyancy.
But it’s deep, and everlasting.
Please, break down the wall!
(Light my candles, in a daze because I found God.) 

My soul is a sea, and “Lithium” tames the tides.

Breathing, my only escape from pessimism.
Hypocrisy and hatred, keeps me locked behind closed doors.
(I’m so lonely, that’s ok, I shaved my head.)
Colorful murals clawed by innocent, fear-stricken hands.
Hope, passion, and love bleed into the abstract spectrum.
I am sad.
Indigestion, neck-pains, and lonely nights while wandering….
Why can’t he be happy?  I’m not sad!
(And just maybe, I’m to blame for all I’ve heard.)
I am sure.

This is not depression, only an inner release.
What am I holding on to?
Lost in time, and everybody’s staring.
I refuse to run off the road.
(I’m so excited; I can’t wait, to reach you there.)
Chains, chains, chains
These nightmares are shameful, I’ll take my meds!
Fuck police brutality, bring on the dreads!
I do care!
I have a need, to give.
(I’m so lonely, that’s ok, my will is good.) 

Life passes by, while I listen to Kurt’s agony.
And changes change whiles I pace to and fro.
(I like it, I miss you, I love you, I killed you,)
I “am” gonna crack.

My soul is a sea, and “Lithium” tames the tides.

Robert Alexander Deason         Peace

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