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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