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My Mother and Father’s Accuracy

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          My Mother and Father’s Accuracy

My Mama always said that dribbling is important. 
And Daddy emphasizes aggressive behavior on hardwood floors.
He’s deep in real life, while Mama cares for angels. 
For corrections our inevitable during adolescent turmoil.

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

And my baby fat disappeared.  Mama said that it would.
Most bullies live in cells.  Incarcerated bastards!  They never had a chance.
And at the end of ’04, tree’s bare, St. Joe in town.
I knelt in tears by my chester-drawer.  The Soviets slaughtered America.

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

Mama said that a game would become work without regulation.
Daddy did all that he could.  I’m aware that tension resides.
Coaches failed me, and I never learned chi.
But my mother and father still help and support me. 
The rainbows, parallel and many; Disappeared, but I’m breathing.   

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

My Mama wants to go back to school.  She deserves that opportunity. 
And I write these lines because appreciation is a branch on the family tree.
Forgetless memories.  Let down by the blue man.
The kunt-bitch from my mind’s sea. 
But Mama and Daddy are here.  They’re right, right, right. 

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds. 
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

I felt the wind depart from world’s end at day’s beginning. 
Mama and Daddy, thank you. 

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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In the Shadows Again

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           In the Shadows Again

In the shadows again
And the world-renowned answer is being questioned.
I’ve tried to stay in between the lines….
But life draws many curves.
For the rubber and asphalt, twist and twine, indefinitely.

In the shadows again
And I do not know why.
What happened to the Gods?
They are supposed to protect me?
Hades, Satin, whoever is in charge….
Is responsible for the ancient tongues
Who will save me?
Who is the African Jesus?

These shadows….
They still fade in and out.
But the bats have formed a mysterious halo in the sky.
And both demons, rest permanently upon my shoulders.
And at the present time I cannot say….
If I truly want to go the right way

Spring lies before my feet.
And a beautiful gift called love is what I seek.
However, groundhogs usually postpone the beauty.
And during the winter, pansies and snapdragons are the only flowers that bloom.

In the shadows again
In the shadows forever?
Am I meant to be locked in a cage?
Is freedom only a dream?
It’s hard to see black trees.
It is difficult to view the light inside individuals.
When the absolute truth is kept inside a poison jar.
In the shadows….
And the shadow’s inside me.
Reflecting outward, from my eyes.

All you have to do is look.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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I’m Only Human

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          I’m Only Human 

I’m only human
Not a saint
I am the everlasting friend,
But not divine, magical, or prestigious in anyway.
While I seem to be a prodigy
My nature and my purpose are rooted within the middle class.
And my soul is natural.

I’m only human
And I’m looking for the one
Who will stand by me through the storm.
Whether it be brewed in the hottest fires, or in the swiftest waters.

I’m only human
Though I’m compared to angels
I never discriminate against different races, cultures, or the times.
And I charismatically resemble the son.
I’m only a being, that which is human.

I’m only human
Not a saint
And I’m looking for the one.
While I charismatically resemble the son,
My soul is natural, and I am natural.

I’m only human!

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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