Rainbows in Black and White

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          Rainbows in Black and White

A world filled with peace.
And endless land with a slight touch of green.
And numerous fields of barley, with a golden finish.
All adorned, in rainbows of black and white.

An ocean, with so much inside and to be learned about it.
So much life to be discovered in this blue world.
But progress is stopped in its tracks, because of oil,
And rainbows in black and white.

A sunrise
Beneath Never-ending Space.
And worlds upon worlds.
With kind that are so similar to us.
And all are adorned, in rainbows of black and white.

A people
Who are so amazing, and diverse.
With cultures, that create both wisdom and opinions.
Are all now the same, and dead.
Because of rainbows in black and white.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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The Foundation will Continuously Crumble

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          The Foundation will Continuously Crumble

 Few have understood.
And those few have been shunned.
It’s a crisis, this trend…otherwise known as society.
People consume cake, and digest shit.
And leaders come as lions and part as snakes.
How could you celebrate Hitler’s birthday?
“What’s in a name?” –Everybody’s insane.
I hope to scan the many treetops.
But until then….
The foundation will continuously crumble…
Until life is understood as a cycle.
Please!  Listen to the shunned Joe’s and Joel’s!
For life is irregular, until you learn to respect its shape.

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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