Don’t Call my Name

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           Don’t Call my Name

Don’t call my name.
O lord, O divine human, illusion, or breeze.
Don’t call my name.
Let me first feel the fire, the words, and the freeze.

Don’t call my name.
For I feel the songs I need to sing.
In the heavens above, an angel rings….
The final bell, but I refuse to sing.

Don’t call my name.
While I rest beside the sea
While I rest on mountain-tops, in the valley, or underneath the grave,
Don’t call my name.
Because my words are silent, but waiting

Don’t call my name while I’m alone.
Don’t call my name while I release.
Don’t call my name while I breed.
Do not call my name while I raise our Adam and Eve’s. 
Do not call my name when I turn my eyes,
Or while I cry, lie, or seem forever shy.
Don’t call my name in between tragedies.
Because it is my job, to live

O lord, O divine human, illusion, or breeze,
Don’t call my name. 

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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These Words that I Feel

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These Words that I Feel          These Words that I Feel

A thousand miles of hard trail
With green and gray beauty all around
Have brought me to a bare time this season
While I try to express these words that I feel

All words are the same
Each one being related to the next one
And I know that a variety creates the flow.
But my words are unique….
Because their straight from my heart, and sense of being

So let’s talk about an arrow
Perfect, and created to be sharp and narrow
Because I feel like I’ve been pierced
With one that left me with an absence for words
Especially for the ones that I’ve felt the longest

With the presence of this arrow
Comes an everlasting sea
Which is what I will travel along….
Until these words can make more words
That can actually show how I really feel

A hard trail with an equivalence of a thousand miles
Has brought me into a season of bare times
And each mile containing its own green and grey beauty….
Hasn’t given me a chance to express, these words that I feel

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Do not Linger RAD, for Darkness is a Craving

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Equilibrium....          Do not Linger RAD, for Darkness is a Craving

Do not linger RAD, for darkness is a craving.
For as you patiently recall your life….
Time begins to move faster, and swifter.
And in the end, you will regret being bitter.

Do not linger RAD, for darkness is a craving.
It is a magnet.
It is the first descendant of the Underworlds chamber.
It will destroy the light, because it is the ultimate deceiver.

Do not linger RAD, for darkness is a craving.
My message is strong.
It will carry over the galaxy’s peak.
Your ears will recognize it within the last light-year.
Be real.  For it resembles a thousand lions.
And be prepared, for you heart will expand times ten.

Let the roots absorb the bullshit.
For it is a great fertilizer.
Plant your garden.  But destroy Eden’s tree.
Replace it, with a Dogwood.

Do not linger RAD, for darkness is a craving.

Peace is its name.
RAD is its master.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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