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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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Hair on the Walls

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          Hair on the Walls

Jesus, where were you yesterday?
Where were you during the Holocaust?
I’m playing your character at Christmas.
You know, your birthday?
The day where everybody wants rather than needs
Are you Spanish?  I’m so confused.
Because I know a few Jesus’s from Mexico.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Jesus, did you forget to set the alarm?
Are you a deist?
Why does everybody believe King James?
Is it because you’re a monarch too?
I’ve been to church before.
And everybody accepts this version as fact.
Yet they despise Charles Darwin for being an individual.
It’s hypocritical.  They’re both theories.  So chill out!
Hair on the walls….
Represents frustration, an instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Jesus, I cried on my mom’s shoulder the other day.
It was nice, were you there?
Are you a pantheist?  I believe in prayer!
Jesus, what about Buddha, Mohammad, and Tom Cruise?
According to King James, they’ll all rot in hell!
That’s not fair!  I do care!
I swear to God I do care!
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge makes room for new friends.
If I ever had any old ones?
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Jesus, it’s your time.
You know, magic, twirlified candy-canes, and one red nose.
You know, overflowing stockings, beautiful colors outlined in white, good will, and peace?
Bullies are a bitch.
I wish real was real.
Business transactions are a bitch.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Jesus, my pictures lie.
Some people say that I’m like you.
And that’s true, to an extent.
Reflective glass reflects distorted images.
A broken heart creates a beautiful effigy.
Brain-dead, but my friends are here.
I looked inside you, and you, me.
Black and white, two polar opposites, it’s a shame.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Jesus, a poets mind, becomes kind with time.
T.D., C.B., and E.H., fuck their world, fuck a rhyme.
I wish there were more Hagrids’ in the world.
You know, real people with a warm soul?
I’m so pissed sometimes.  I mean, every now and then.
But mostly all the time.
In the shower, I see infant fossils.
I see hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
The blood in my eyes….Represents freedom

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Moonlight

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          Moonlight

 Moonlight.  The night’s eyes.
A mothers sigh, and a baby’s hi.
A dark side.  And a light.
Once faces left and the other right.

Shadowy sun fades away.
Moonlight River reflects its rays.
The lonely owl howls away.
Shadowy sun reverses its rays.

Moonlight polishes my blades beauty.
Moonlight drizzles the stars’ knowledge on me.
Moonlight is the mocker of shame.
Moonlight shines down, on “Moonlight Graham.”
Moonlight cares; it is the nurturer of rye.
Moonlight gives birth to a wolf’s cry.

Moonlight!  Moonlight!  When will I see?
You!  Tomorrow, tonight, even daytime maybe?
You are the night’s eyes!
You are the evening star!
You are a wolf’s cry!
And as the shadowy sun fades away . . . .
The lonely owl howls away.
And as the shadowy sun reverses its rays . . . .
Moonlight River reflects white rays.

Moonlight shines on both shadow and bone.
Moonlight shines, on Jesus’s bones.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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