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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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Tumbling Waters, Bravehearts’ Coil Time with Waves So Kind

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  Tumbling Waters, Bravehearts’ Coil Time with Waves So Kind

It seems I’ve misplaced my protection today.
Tomorrow, yester-years, later embryos’ quieted by invisibility, zero-egg tolerance, miserably.
Wait….They’re under the table.
Inside a carton, sealed by my stupidity.

So up and down I go!
To the sky, and bound below!
And red roses relinquish rainbows, but I’m drowning?
Let one score survive, with assurance assured assuredly.
Unless my babe vanished, and white tears fall endlessly.

Tumbling waters, bravehearts’ coil time with waves so kind.
Little bitty brother, spill until it shines!
Before time is called….Again…..Once more.
Don’t forget me….I’ll wait near the shadowy pines.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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I Pray for Erin Fowler (P.O.P.?)

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          I Pray for Erin Fowler (P.O.P.?)

Key pieces of a broken puzzle, kidnapped, lost without a train.
A lacerated soul, broken timelines, I kneel in order to fly with thee.
I know I’ve failed, misplaced, lied, cried alone.
But I’m still alive.
I’m no evangelical, Catholic priest, or Prince of Peace.
But I pray for Erin Fowler.
Her scars are hidden behind a smile laced with sapphire.
Smiles?  They’re rare in the midst of tragedy.
Live and die alone?  I complain too much.
A good heart.  A deep spirit.  A sub-conscious is uncontrollable.
My hair’s too long!  My beard’s too thick!
I’m the only one who knows the real me, that’s it!
And I hate when displaying affection is hopeless!
Pointless, meaningless, regretful, and forgetless.
But one thing is certain.
I pray for Erin Fowler, and all is right.
Prince of Peace, don’t lie to me!
You better recognize when a lady cries and beauty bleeds!
When depression surpasses happiness, and bastards feed!
And doors open and close, but I lack thousands and a stage.
Rage, rage, rage! Erin, let’s turn the page.
These days are short.
You live your life, and I’ll stay alive.
Jesus is dead, but Pantheists explain, what soil revives.

I pray for Erin Fowler.
And that’s all that matters.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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