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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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A Darkened Willow

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          A Darkened Willow

 Way in the back, alone . . . . . .
Where arrogant crowds gather in annual celebration
Lies a story, which goes back four ages.
And it is told, within the darkened willow.
 
Its legend is worth the telling.
And with its death came glory and valor.
But the nightmare picked its poison
For the blackened bark, and the anorexic limbs, show the signs.
 
Through times of war and peace
The willow lied adorned in an enlightened evergreen beauty
Which gave the multitudes, a reason to discontinue.
The massive bloodshed and never-ending horror . . . . . .
 
From the natives to the stars and stripes
The silent being stood firm.
And while surpassing the impenetrable flames . . . .
The willow showed patience, and outstanding virtue.
Until it darkened, thus shriveling into exile.
 
During its course I heard a voice
Not verbal, but as if it used the wind . . . . . .
To create a melody with infinite rhymes, and a natural flow.
And though they say that silence is golden . .
The willow’s end brought terror to all its surroundings . . . .
And the small circle of life that that was provided by it. 
 
I listened to its internal pain.
The roots, which were destroyed by the polluted soil and the contaminated minds
Gave the willow no chance of survival.
In addition to an absence of joy, balance, and glory.
And it suffered for the longest time . . . .
According to its emotions.
However, with death comes peace, along with the end of pain. 
 
Before it was chosen by the Kraken
To endlessly suffer within the abyss
The willow reflected rays of light
That shined through anything, living or not.

Now let this be known
The Darkened Willow lived and died, all in four ages.
With a story to tell, it is now covered in blackened bark.
And the anorexic limbs show the end. 
 
Now I sit here
Remembering the willow
Back when it moved
Physically and figuratively
And enlightened the world.
I also weep, for its soul which has perished to the halls of its fathers.
Maybe the next world will be just as epic, for the one, but not the only, Darkened Willow. 
 
 Robert Alexander Deason     Peace
 
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