Godric’s Hollow meets Pine Island (Isolationism)

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          Godric’s Hollow meets Pine Island (Isolationism)

When I’m trapped inside Forever Eternal’s Canyon
And the ocean’s flesh salts my past, but dehydrates.
I float away, adorned with possessions, to where the chosen one lived.
As I lie pouting about mankind’s simplest obligations, I must compare and contrast.
For the vine replenishes regularly, and I must suffer a hemorrhage in accordance.
(Isolation for the healthy. Isolation for the sad.)
(Isolation for the lonely. Isolation, the good’s gone bad.)

Lonely Room’s Corner to my right
Paid dues to my left, and good people everywhere
Faded bracelets, painted polygamy, Nicole’s long-lasting farewell.
As I long for previous chances, the scarless doorstep remembers.
Pine Island, birth of memories, lady and a gentleman, fruitful, and they appreciate me.
(Isolation for the weak. Isolation for the strong.)
(Isolation I must shriek. Isolation, the right’s gone wrong.)

Olivia, the red-headed, captivating swan.
Innocent, but embedded in my dreams.
Oh Julia! The Japanese Maples and Dogwoods bloom involuntarily!
I beg thee, I plead to thee, come to me.
Rain down on me, come, breath, anew me.
As I rest in endless seas, coated with a bronze surface.
The cycle rotates, and I see a wall, covered with positive graffiti.
Only it’s guarding a broken home.
Pine Island is my will and the way.
While enchanted lamp shades darken what could’ve been.
(Isolation when I’m down. Isolation when I’m up.)
(Isolation all around. Isolation says I’m nuts.)

Family by blood is stronger than a network, guaranteed.
Family networking, I’m not perfect, but Craig Caron is one sentence, and I’m a never-ending story.                                                                                                               
As I lie in a regretful state of mind
The purest definition of courage reveals itself.
While wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Pine Island, Godric’s Hollow, one is dreamy, and one is home.
I choose the romantic way, and a compromise.
(Isolationism because I’m sad. Isolationism because I’m glad.)
(Isolationism is to blame. It isn’t, but ignites a flame.)
(Isolationism for growth, but I shrink, because of isolationism.)
(Isolationism is the end. But it’s also the beginning, because I’m ending isolationism.)

Someday……while
Peace is its name…..and
RAD is its master.

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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In the Shadows Again

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           In the Shadows Again

In the shadows again
And the world-renowned answer is being questioned.
I’ve tried to stay in between the lines….
But life draws many curves.
For the rubber and asphalt, twist and twine, indefinitely.

In the shadows again
And I do not know why.
What happened to the Gods?
They are supposed to protect me?
Hades, Satin, whoever is in charge….
Is responsible for the ancient tongues
Who will save me?
Who is the African Jesus?

These shadows….
They still fade in and out.
But the bats have formed a mysterious halo in the sky.
And both demons, rest permanently upon my shoulders.
And at the present time I cannot say….
If I truly want to go the right way

Spring lies before my feet.
And a beautiful gift called love is what I seek.
However, groundhogs usually postpone the beauty.
And during the winter, pansies and snapdragons are the only flowers that bloom.

In the shadows again
In the shadows forever?
Am I meant to be locked in a cage?
Is freedom only a dream?
It’s hard to see black trees.
It is difficult to view the light inside individuals.
When the absolute truth is kept inside a poison jar.
In the shadows….
And the shadow’s inside me.
Reflecting outward, from my eyes.

All you have to do is look.

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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