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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I’m Only Human

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          I’m Only Human 

I’m only human
Not a saint
I am the everlasting friend,
But not divine, magical, or prestigious in anyway.
While I seem to be a prodigy
My nature and my purpose are rooted within the middle class.
And my soul is natural.

I’m only human
And I’m looking for the one
Who will stand by me through the storm.
Whether it be brewed in the hottest fires, or in the swiftest waters.

I’m only human
Though I’m compared to angels
I never discriminate against different races, cultures, or the times.
And I charismatically resemble the son.
I’m only a being, that which is human.

I’m only human
Not a saint
And I’m looking for the one.
While I charismatically resemble the son,
My soul is natural, and I am natural.

I’m only human!

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Silence is Soothing

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          Silence is Soothing

As I ponder over lost knowledge
I regret that I’m unable to change timelines.
And I begin to realize that we are all left behind.
Progress is unavoidable, strong infrastructure is a necessity,
Because roads literally pave the way.
Read for knowledge.
Keep the peace.
Silence is soothing.

Two weeks later.
As I sit in Lonely Room’s Corner
I begin to gaze upon a beautiful realm.
Filled with books, letters, nooks, and ….
All is quiet.
It is a marvelous sound, that which is none.
These people thrive on accelerating, progressing, and becoming individuals.
But, the man seeks to destroy.
Dream a dream, fuck an involuntary nightmare.
Silence is soothing.

Next day, dreaming on a stage
Lilies on my head, roses at my feet
Their praises are heard on high!
Why?  What have I done?
Not a damn thing.  Yet.
Waiting for the call.  Waiting for the step.
Stop talking.  Start doing.
Silence is soothing.

Dillon let me tell you a story.
We are alike, and we are different.
Same day, same day, birth and death.
Light and dark, wound and breath.
We gotta love one another.
We have to mend the remaining ties.
*Silence*
Awkward?
I know, but silence is soothing.

Wall Street!  Wall Street!
Here my name!
Listen to the people, who are ashamed!
Lilies on my head, roses at my feet.
Standup you bastards!
Withdraw from your seats!
Save me!  Save me Jim!
As you look down from above!
Please, prescribe my insanity!
Don’t forget the love!

Silence, is soothing.
It is temporary, but always.
Fuck an involuntary nightmare.
Fuck the GOP.
Give me security, or give me death!
Let me tell you a story, about the lonely, impregnated prostitute, whom sold her own body, and crystal meth.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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