Lee W. Deason : Writing

Proof of the greater good in all of us. (Sacrifice.)

Proof of the greater good in all of us. (Sacrifice..

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


There is another void published front page. Let's just put up a sign and remember it. Like a historical marker, of when the weather went bad. Sim..
You might need an umbrella.

You might need an umbrella.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


You made a mistake again. You opened up your mouth. Taking both sides of a sinking ship. Like you could save it, with excuses. Cause its far awa..
Inside yourself there's a disease.

Inside yourself there\'s a disease.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Help me out. I've felt the vacuum. Talking with a tangible sense of no class. Welcoming the raging silence it's raising. Still facing the West scre..
Beta poison.

Beta poison.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I moved as I could. Yeah, take the face off. Of cruelty and sarcasm. Your expression was like a desert. Bleak and no clue as to whats f****n wit..
Dry medicine.

Dry medicine.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Before the tomorrow that never comes. Take me away please, this view reminds me. Of the prison that keeps you far away. Safe from quarantine with..
Red alarm.

Red alarm.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Do I need an introduction to begin? As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens. It's seen the disease is pleased again. Seen falling through the dream..
Nezahvalan ubojica. (Ungrateful assassin.)

Nezahvalan ubojica. (Ungrateful assassin.)

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I think I was found looking down again. At the off center relation, crippled by needles. What the f**k is so captivating about this? This surpris..
The ground checking against my face.

The ground checking against my face.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I'm only gonna read 3 digits while I sit here. In the chair where I always stare, reading lighted air. Waiting on the feeling to stop. It's weari..
Passageway speaks today.

Passageway speaks today.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Stick it deep into the midnight. Explosions will answer with your response. I might like it, I might not. It's maybe not maybe so what I want. F..
Not adequately dressed for recess.

Not adequately dressed for recess.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


I missed the punchline again. It hit me square in the face. Because of my social disgrace. And I pick it up and dust it off. And ask, "What's so f..