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Colliding with the Unwanted

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Colliding with the Unwanted

Colliding with the Unwanted

Allow the phrases to peel off my tongue.
Without She the Non-Existent, affection is irrelevant.
Should or can the wasp stings align as the concluding bells’ ring?
Take not thou day’s smiles’ or a child’s health!
Nor do I request superior stealth, greatness, or wealth.
Just a kind she; the non-existent: Or castrate my loins.
Because there is no living without being alive with another:
Therefore, creating life and being needed by many others.
I stand upon a skyscraper’s edge at twilight;
Elephant seals, invasive but content, actually ask to go sailing;
Come seek my hands, shriveled and stiff, beside water’s edge:
Below the clouds, crowds, and shouts of peeps who peeped too late.
Seek holy ground and sprinkle seeds that honor previous good deeds.
A hologram embedded with She the Non-Existent’s spoiled smell.
Wait! The elephant seals’ want I to jump their way!
Don’t deny! Don’t deny! We are ugly, but stay until it’s time for pie!
Why? Why do you mock me when I must say goodbye?
There is no filling or cream residing in the Land of Straitjackets.
Forever sentenced to white walls and barricades singing death-favoring hymns.
‘Til eternity leads next door and brutality detaches limbs!
Never fear peculiar artic creatures! This is only my corpse’s end!
See….in religion, the stars symbolize friends who diminish demons!
Thereby clearing pathways for beginnings instead of pedological ends.
But what if? A hopeless question that’s relevant but dims….
Angelic shapes: Oh hysteria! I ask for crows to swim!
Drown me in acidic tides ‘til my nostrils suffocate at the brim!
No divinity rules me as I encounter the Grim?
Elephant seals: I will collide by your side.
Even though the unwanted our perishing in despair….
We are beings and must refuse to die!
If I jump, no story is worth being prepared.
Alas, let’s save more who struggle, before time only permits echoed goodbyes!

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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Instantaneous Collages During May

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Instantaneous Collages During May

Instantaneous Collages During May

It’s the end of my year.
The only completion I’ve ever known.
When friends and mates part ways annually….
And sometimes re-kindle their bonds amongst orange brush.
Though my eyes recount instances of longing….
For hours by fires when I and they couldn’t remember names.
My condolences go towards trees that witnessed our lack of short-term memory
While babies collect photographs just in time for dust storms
Instantaneous collages during May….
Medicate my anxiety and remind me of appreciation.
Through grey constellation’s that document woman-ful and less days.
Why am I in despair at noon?
When the Sun hugs our highest seat on Earth
Maybe citizens’ smiles turn my human qualities away?
No friend knows the answer; not even Jehovah Rophe.
Instantaneous collages during May….
Gladly given to me by psychological dolphins that provide hope
For times when all loved ones are in disarray….
And hours by fires when no one remembers anyone’s name.
Can humans really live in harmony, move forward, and keep prior connections simultaneously?
Do mere girls become ladies as boxwood’s blossom?
For years through reproduction; a rebel to a dancing queen?
Instantaneous collages during May….
Convey images of those that run away.
Graffiti galore for creators who need to say….
That evolution always evolves, and visuals prevent histories decay.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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From Where I Stand

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From Where I Stand

From Where I Stand

Tis’ dying that provides spatial opportunities for the living.
And companions that inspire socializing.
Within orange trees and a purple sky, I fly by the waist-side.
From where I stand, I’ll die in vain.

Lend me a scent that magnifies my only tonight.
A daytime fad that doesn’t pass out of fearful sight
Which surrounds cultured crowds and tempts my tendency to bite….
When the name of Karma rings on time and my resistance holds tight; my wings spread in flight.
From where I stand, I’ll deny in pain.

There’s a reason for my hatred towards political signs:
In spite of their constitutional expression, succession leads toward aggression,
And continuation establishes scarce positive alteration.
Playing it safe in Suburbia satisfies the many…..
Challenges sought without fire diminish quickly
Whatever’s right; tis’ wrong to bleed; scars swell in the Sun; I continue to climb.
From where I stand, graves lie in shame.

I remember when we danced for enjoyment.
When you portrayed a heart-filled savior
Now I’m willing to die for an answer to your soulless behavior.
You left me when companionship was most needed:
That’s unforgivable: I know you don’t care,
But Karma’s a bitch, even to godless angels who have pleaded.

My last phone call to my Mema was about you.
And I’ll regret our relationship endlessly.
To the World: Virgins aren’t as innocent….
When they volunteer to blow passionately.
You used me: I hope your teeth catches on his in Cali.
From where I stand, baby dolls comply amongst flames.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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