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Immune to Tragedies, Meandering between Jack-O-Lanterns

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         Immune to Tragedies, Meandering between Jack-O-Lanterns

I am Severus Snape, the mysterious savior.
Only my eyes I have.
Only my eyes I can save….for now.
I go on stage soon.  Love me for however long I’m here.
Depression paralyzes the human spirit.  With time….I’m gone.
At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.

I remember few girls, I remember many women.
I let them be.   I let them live without me.
I went on stage today.  Finished!  But you can’t teach the blues.
Lost trails are viral, both in my life and during passionate pursuits.
And now I’m sad because I’m leaving nothing but “alone.”
At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.

Write these colors on my heart, which water washes away.
In denial of my rights to air, your smile brightens my day.
And I saw her in the audience today.  She, the color of purity.
I’m going insane, but it’s better than dying officially or internal.
So I’m medicated.  I believe in the heroic dolphins.
At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.

And you said that intimacy wasn’t an option.
Like Riddle, my spirit was broken into seven.
Involuntarily, and each brake represents a murmur.
Every low point skips.  Cardiac arrest on the move.
The stage has vanished.  My fellow cast evolved separately.
I don’t know where life starts, and death ends.
At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.

And I rose early today.  I’m sorry I did.
Last night, I rememorized memories miserably in mind.
I return to the stage next week.  I’ll finish strong.
And Papa, I’m sorry I didn’t listen….
Back when both eyes could gaze upon RADical hypocrisy.
I feel lost, because sorry doesn’t satisfy the apologies owed to many angels.
To Chelsea, Laura, and Ariel.  The first wave.
Kelsey, Chelsea, Summer, Eliya, Mary(s), and so on.
And Nicole, pretty angel, this line is for you.
“At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.”

“Think of a memory, a very happy memory.”
And Remus Lupin is my definition for public education.
It’s three-thirty five, and the stage sets while anger rises.
For the Japanese Maples and Dogwoods wither in vain.
Space confuses me, and I wonder if Jah is flesh.
And witches are real.  They mock me from Thomas Leath and beyond.
Pumpkins ripen quickly in Dixie, that’s why horror is pre-carved.
I’m lonely for the haunted, so haunted, stop haunting me!
At forget-less thirty, I go to the ocean.
Jack-O-Lanterns, be no more.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Mine’s Slightly Darker

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      Mine’s Slightly Darker

An asylum for the sane, my home.
Raiford inmates scream an hour north towards the border.
They’re the villains, middle classes are the heroes.
My Mother said I’d blossom.
And I did in most ways….Thanks Mom.
My Dad said I needed to relax.
And I try, but I’m just like you Pa.
Thanks Dr. Bristol.
My Papa said not to take life to seriously.
Were flop-eared buddies, he prays for me, he’s a saint.
Thanks mentor.
My Mema, a wonderful woman, too smart for this town
Thanks Anita.
Tell me something Tyrone.  You said I was slow?
Three colleges?  No bachelors?  I’m a drugged bunny!
Thank you Chipola College.
Hailey Moravek said I was too nice.
So I grew a beard and started partying.
Numbness is a short fix, but buzzes wither in vain at dawn.
Mines slightly darker….
What is black?
What endless light brightens the grandest night!
In spite of North Korea’s isolated might!

My Mother said that I was lonely….
“I’ve put this off for far too long.” –Bilbo Baggins
Thanks Dr. Chamberlain.

Robert Alexander Deason         Peace

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Godric’s Hollow meets Pine Island (Isolationism)

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          Godric’s Hollow meets Pine Island (Isolationism)

When I’m trapped inside Forever Eternal’s Canyon
And the ocean’s flesh salts my past, but dehydrates.
I float away, adorned with possessions, to where the chosen one lived.
As I lie pouting about mankind’s simplest obligations, I must compare and contrast.
For the vine replenishes regularly, and I must suffer a hemorrhage in accordance.
(Isolation for the healthy. Isolation for the sad.)
(Isolation for the lonely. Isolation, the good’s gone bad.)

Lonely Room’s Corner to my right
Paid dues to my left, and good people everywhere
Faded bracelets, painted polygamy, Nicole’s long-lasting farewell.
As I long for previous chances, the scarless doorstep remembers.
Pine Island, birth of memories, lady and a gentleman, fruitful, and they appreciate me.
(Isolation for the weak. Isolation for the strong.)
(Isolation I must shriek. Isolation, the right’s gone wrong.)

Olivia, the red-headed, captivating swan.
Innocent, but embedded in my dreams.
Oh Julia! The Japanese Maples and Dogwoods bloom involuntarily!
I beg thee, I plead to thee, come to me.
Rain down on me, come, breath, anew me.
As I rest in endless seas, coated with a bronze surface.
The cycle rotates, and I see a wall, covered with positive graffiti.
Only it’s guarding a broken home.
Pine Island is my will and the way.
While enchanted lamp shades darken what could’ve been.
(Isolation when I’m down. Isolation when I’m up.)
(Isolation all around. Isolation says I’m nuts.)

Family by blood is stronger than a network, guaranteed.
Family networking, I’m not perfect, but Craig Caron is one sentence, and I’m a never-ending story.                                                                                                               
As I lie in a regretful state of mind
The purest definition of courage reveals itself.
While wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Pine Island, Godric’s Hollow, one is dreamy, and one is home.
I choose the romantic way, and a compromise.
(Isolationism because I’m sad. Isolationism because I’m glad.)
(Isolationism is to blame. It isn’t, but ignites a flame.)
(Isolationism for growth, but I shrink, because of isolationism.)
(Isolationism is the end. But it’s also the beginning, because I’m ending isolationism.)

Someday……while
Peace is its name…..and
RAD is its master.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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