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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These Words that I Feel

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These Words that I Feel          These Words that I Feel

A thousand miles of hard trail
With green and gray beauty all around
Have brought me to a bare time this season
While I try to express these words that I feel

All words are the same
Each one being related to the next one
And I know that a variety creates the flow.
But my words are unique….
Because their straight from my heart, and sense of being

So let’s talk about an arrow
Perfect, and created to be sharp and narrow
Because I feel like I’ve been pierced
With one that left me with an absence for words
Especially for the ones that I’ve felt the longest

With the presence of this arrow
Comes an everlasting sea
Which is what I will travel along….
Until these words can make more words
That can actually show how I really feel

A hard trail with an equivalence of a thousand miles
Has brought me into a season of bare times
And each mile containing its own green and grey beauty….
Hasn’t given me a chance to express, these words that I feel

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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To a Lady that Never Sleeps

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         To a Lady that Never Sleeps

With the cracking of a door,
Come’s a lady like no other.
Her presence at first seems questionable.
But she proved to be a person of great uniqueness, and rare class.

In disguise, she carried on,
With us into the next chapter.
Where many adventures awaited
And the sky had no end
Never, thinking of rest, along the way.

After months of preparation
The first door was opened.
To a world of both learning and wonder.
Where good times were abundant.
And smiles, common.
All because she refused to sit down….
Due to the love she had, that kept her amidst,
The burning flames.

For four years,
Her tears showed the hours spent.
While her eyes and her smile….
Showed that passion and pride that came from her very aura.

In the second week of October
Her ultimate display of affection was visible to all of us.
She put everything in, but didn’t get everything out.
Including rest, are we surprised?

At times, it seemed as if she was the only one who understood.
This is why we loved her
I loved her, and always will.
And if there is anybody, of the world and in the world, who will remember us, it is her.

To a lady that never sleeps.
As times, she seemed divine.
While in reality, she was just one of a few, precious, few.
And if we could all possess only a tenth of her soul.
We could change the world for the greater good,
And make it whole.

Robert Alexander Deason        Peace

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