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My Mother and Father’s Accuracy

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          My Mother and Father’s Accuracy

My Mama always said that dribbling is important. 
And Daddy emphasizes aggressive behavior on hardwood floors.
He’s deep in real life, while Mama cares for angels. 
For corrections our inevitable during adolescent turmoil.

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

And my baby fat disappeared.  Mama said that it would.
Most bullies live in cells.  Incarcerated bastards!  They never had a chance.
And at the end of ’04, tree’s bare, St. Joe in town.
I knelt in tears by my chester-drawer.  The Soviets slaughtered America.

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

Mama said that a game would become work without regulation.
Daddy did all that he could.  I’m aware that tension resides.
Coaches failed me, and I never learned chi.
But my mother and father still help and support me. 
The rainbows, parallel and many; Disappeared, but I’m breathing.   

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds.
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

My Mama wants to go back to school.  She deserves that opportunity. 
And I write these lines because appreciation is a branch on the family tree.
Forgetless memories.  Let down by the blue man.
The kunt-bitch from my mind’s sea. 
But Mama and Daddy are here.  They’re right, right, right. 

My Papa loses pictures, and my Mema’s ulcer bleeds. 
Carbonated water is for the birds, and Mama and Daddy are right.
Regretting life is not an option, it is, but everything’s ok. 

I felt the wind depart from world’s end at day’s beginning. 
Mama and Daddy, thank you. 

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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A Little Thing Called Life

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A Little Thing Called Life 

A flicker of light at dawn
And the stage is set.
Arrows and hammers, become guns and drills.
While man finds the sacred purpose (Absolute Truth). 
It’s a true story
It’s a little thing called life. 

Comedy’s, folktales, and drama’s alike.
They all reach the same conclusion.
Which is that mankind is never satisfied.
And that any good heart, can ripen to quick. 
It’s a game, but it’s always a do or die situation.
It’s a little thing called life. 

Love exists in this land of lollipops.
But murder is common on the dark side.
And though fish will survive this age
Mankind is doomed for the gallows.
It’s a mystery, but it’s true.
It’s a little thing called life. 

Males require short hair.
And females, long.
It’s a stereotype, a lie, and a scam.
But it’s part of our story.
It’s a little thing called life.

War rages, worldwide
And mankind, hates mankind
I don’t understand.
But it is what it is.
Because it’s a little thing called life. 

My point,
Is that every human being should aspire to excel. 
We should climb mountains, or ski the universe.
And ride endless waves, where trouble has an end. 
Because it’s fun
And it’s a little thing called life. 
For we should embrace everything that is good
Because one day, it could all be gone. 

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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“There is always hope.” -Aragorn

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          “There is always hope.” -Aragorn

I’ve never portrayed a boasting, beastly, tyrant.
And I have never been tried for treason.
I have never tried most reasonable folk.
I have mended my own heart countless times . . . .
From both parallel and unparallel fractures.
Decay and strength, are two gains made, after a broken temple’s downfall.

It is safe to say, that Death raped me.
It is safe to say, that his (her) demons tried to brainwash me.
It is obvious to some that non-prescribed novacaine donated to the cause.
But it is unknown to all, save one individual,
That a forgetless memory saved the future.

We all long for restoration.
The lefts truth and the rights last stand.
The commoners rise,
The peasants rightly earned benefits.
And the aristocratic downfall.
I am truly sorry for my Yin and Yang crisis.
Fortunately, death was new to me.
Unfortunately, tragedies are immortal.

Nightfall is grim, and I wander curiously.
Daytime’s haze leaves me lost inside the world’s maze.
I’m crazed, and my shades used to reflect the natural blaze.
No longer now, do I dwell in a daze.
For I am ashamed, of how many times I have drawn the Ace of Spades.

Waking up in heaven is easy,
When nightmares successfully summon the underworlds legions.
When illusions fade, from blue to red.
When Hades and Satin, fornicate.
When a new beginning, is only a stepping stone towards a new end.
When my complexion represents a mere image, or an item,
Rather that the blood, the heart, the soul, the gifts, and the moist flesh that lies within.
This is my current life.  This…. is truth.

Random memories, written randomly.
I understand that these lines are difficult to comprehend.
But that’s life isn’t it?
Confusion, anxiety, failure, loss,
And an occasional hot fudge sundae?

The point is that I have wandered alone.
But I have climbed many skies.
And I have fallen, and I am still falling.
But I promise that even if the answer is untraceable.
Even if the trees lose their voice,
And forget to breath.
Even if the wraiths ceased the ring,
I would hurt myself,
Before I would hurt anyone else.

This is my nineteen year old testimony.
This is an oath, and a command towards myself.
Thus all divine figures should embrace it.
And realize that even though death is the reason for all things ….
Life remains in between.
And heroes remain strong.
Six months after parting.

Please, enjoy life.  This is my wish, and I guarantee that for the next lifetime, I will love, and vice versa.
I hope that you will do the same.

“There is always hope.” –Aragorn

Robert Alexander Deason       Peace

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