The Delayed Flight Home

Upon revelation’s flight Under Orion’s focus I witness a fiery glow towards familiar horizons. ‘Tis no sunrise It is a striking reality. My saddened retinas witness monochromatic pitchforks, Desolated screams, Embellished declarations from misguided leaders And self-made stallions riding into condescending sunsets Without any earned punctuation to be taken seriously A House of Eroded Representatives A village of One A village of souls Pushing Back … There was a home upon these well-worn landing strips. This was my home. But, these forged rooftops now taste Withering, hurricane gusts of red velvet cake’s mold Rusted nails forcibly detached from honored foundations Unto egotistical coffins The reality Shining through meter-less corruptions Comes full circle Small doses of poisonous vendettas Fed from tarnished, silver spoons Echoes of Cuban Fidel Lace elasticity of “open arms” With onyx, unfiltered coffee drops Coating infant’s petulant lip Witnessing cotton-less sheep walking with listless fervor Towards silenced, condemned “Noahs” I signal pilot within my melancholic wisdoms To redirect our flight To a new horizon To an unsheltered domain Where even waterfalls still allow Conducive verbiage to rise Amongst the unabashedly meek To a destination Where stature is defined by all Not by one Where character Is developed under accountabilities’ pen Where high horses & curtained theatrics Are the only victims of banned tomorrows Where honor Is still defined Without deleted, impulsive banter Where friendship, Love, Wisdom, Memories, Shine … Because Things Things are no longer the same Things are no longer the same Things are no longer the same. ©Drake J. Eszes “And my ties are severed clean. The less I have, the more I gain. Off the beaten path, I reign.” –Wherever I may Roam by Metallica (my lifelong song)