~Under the Same Moon~
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely axis
Listening to our Tex-Mex of our English lexis
We share a world made with the trust of God's hand
Revealing the beauty that life continue to expand
Don't underestimate our football image of our Cow Boy land
A mysterious Mockingbird only we Texans understand
Surrounded by the sweetest Pecan trees
The Northern Winters come in like a breeze and a tease
We also have them Blue Bonnet fields that come and go
Tell me about CANADA, what makes its motion flow?
Branded like a Long Horn, with my Lone Star State pride
How about you, CHRIS A. What's up on your side?
Different lives, different lands, living under the same moon,
waking up to the ghostly calls of the wild loon.
Look upon mountains and forests stretching into infinity-
mighty Sequoias and tall Douglas firs stand majestically.
I could offer stereo-typical images of hockey, snow and moose,
or sockeye salmon, maple syrup and the great Canadian goose,
but we Canucks are becoming tired of idly standing by
as the rest of the world dips its fingers into our Northern pie.
We are a nation of peaceful, open-minded hospitality,
shying away from brutality by offering liberal neutrality.
Before I blow my top as my strong emotions collide,
I should definitely step away from my nationalistic pride,
and ask about the Philippines and its tropical flair-
how about you Nikko, what is happening over there?
Oceans away, here I am, living under the same moon
Sun’s rising over there; here, dish runs away with the spoon
My sleep is whacked, so I’m wide awake when you are,
amazing how we can all be in one place even if we’re all very far
Where islands form the shape of an old man, waters hug our shores
Tropical Paradise here, when you explore the great outdoors
Awesome sunsets, bountiful fiestas, the warmest smiles to greet you...
We here just love to eat when there’s nothing else to do!
Colorful rice cakes, freshest seafood, the most succulent mangoes~
Sunny days or rainy days, the creativity here just flows.
Resilient. This is a word that pops to mind when I think of us Filipinos-
We bend and bounce back, no matter how hard the wind blows.
This is just a sneak peek, but I’d love to know more about Utah
Care to share what’s on your side, my dear friend Andrea?
( 3 Way Collaboration )
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
©Drake J. Eszes
"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."
This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution
I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning
There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders
I was surrounded by shovels
For the sake of digging louder messages’ trench
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics
Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…
…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath
For B-rated serendipity
Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Turning away from windowed afflictions
To step towards gratitude’s breath
No longer looking in
How good it feels.
Yet, I still miss my friends.
©Drake J. Eszes
I do not know?
Life and death across the sky
some must live and some
Broken wings and slivers
Shredded hopes the
wind is blowing
Feathers flying, hear the
Of the Night Hawk
through it all
Terror blotting out
Life and death across the
sky some will live and some will die.
A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled while teaching others how to embrace
Remains courageous, faithful and strong with persistence in any given case
Blindsided by those who are willing to love and cherish her to the end
Silence becomes her guard, her armor, her protector, and best friend
Tears of pain, and sorrow, all of which are from a past memory
Times shared, lost and gained, the negative days are history
Mental pictures are drawn from imaginations that lead her to an untraceable place
Recruit no one, for life has taught her that there is no room for more mistakes
A mind reader that has established herself to be two steps ahead
Portrays an interesting novel, a world kept secret unread
Admire her dearly for her patience, wisdom and knowledge untold
How does she continue to live life so freely far from her empty soul?
“If I have to cry to keep you, I will keep weeping.”- The Temptations
If our atmosphere
Becomes a shattered animosity
If our cumulus clouds
Become wrecking balls against our Sun
If the touch of your hands,
Turns into rabid, feline tongue
If your messages of clarity & “I love you”
Translate into a Mime’s distress signal
If the sway of your rosemary breaths
I ask you
Would your love
Your real love
Make me shed oceanic leaks
While you ride leaky canoe
Above our water garden
Never tossing raft
Never diving in
To become my lighthouse savior
Make you embrace torment’s cry
Nor should love
With muted stanzas
“Return to Sender”
©Drake J. Eszes
So I walked into my local supermarket
to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars,
Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
and Ovaltine powder mix.
As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots,
coated in frozen animation,
thaws into warmth’s teardrops from
the supermarket’s 75 degree vents.
This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted
when I heard Wilson Phillips, “Hold On”
over the PA system.
Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left.
So, now, I had plans!
But, before I could commit felony’s song,
I saw her.
A Portuguese goddess
with a strut that can ruin a man’s dignity.
She had Autobahn curves,
dark brown curls of hair & visuals,
and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy.
Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension.
Cause I never did like clowns.
After staring longingly at her,
like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder,
she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work.
She didn’t even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called “Piece of Me”.
So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries,
like a burglar who really has to pee,
I rush to express checkout.
There she is.
Her register beeps in coupon lady’s rhapsody,
while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9.
Now it’s my turn.
With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity,
I say, “Hi”.
She scans my apples, while I scan her melons.
The melons that the customer ahead of me didn’t want…
…they were on sale.
As if she read my mind,
“Are you feeling warm now?”
“All I want is to be the heat in your moment”,
which I almost said.
But, “Now I am”, is uttered.
As she smiled with seductive demure,
she handed me my receipt
with her phone number on back.
As I left the market,
I began to get cold again.
These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.
I locked myself out of my heart.
I turned around to go back inside.
Only to discover,
she didn’t have the key.
© Drake J. Eszes
I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way
I do not know?
Sleeping Beauties~ Moment in time....
As I reflected upon her picture; this fairytale revised ~
And how she disappeared so quickly
Yet but a passing vision before my eyes
Still not knowing, what it was about herself
Or why, her name kept resounding throughout my mind?!
For it seemed as though she had arisen out of nowhere
Amid this enchanting allurement, which had drawn me unto her soul ~
Trying to envision her, within my far away thoughts....
Knowing although, that it did not matter, in which way she shown?
Because it was her spirit that sparkled, her radiance unto me!
Listening to her voice; like the silver soothing waters, of a gently flowing stream
Her golden hair so glowing, as the rays of the rising sun
Tall and perfect; with a smile shining, like those of polished pearls
Eyes like transparent glass; bluer then the bluest skies
A touch as soft as the clouds; and her skin, as smooth as a virgins flower!
And as my lashes blinked, once more, it was then, that I could see her there....
Like a goddess of all man's dreams she was, flawless ~
Mesmerizing, her brilliance; as an Angel when she did appear
As I bowed my head, and thought to myself, again
How never I would of believed, that she, would have been the one....
But as a phantom which passes within the shimmering night
Beyond, the frosted window pane of sight
Before I had awakened, she was silently and suddenly gone
Yet my eyes still glimmer at the thought, of how radiant she has become ~
While she dances away upon the waters of her moment
I know now, that her beauty and her soul, shall forever glisten
These portraits of her wonders, deep, inside of me
Her~Like the stars within the heavens....
"Tis better to have lived and loved, then, to have never loved at all"
Upon the stage of life; where she pirouettes like a princess
Whirling within the winds of Eden; gleaming gracefully, as she turns ~
Smiling, as I watch her now; thinking, who would have ever known!?
Sleeping Beauty, revived, amid a moment in time....
Because I am the only one!
I can never be no one, because I am the only one!
Who is that unique me that's replaceable by none!
You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!
But it wouldn't be a real me, only one mere drone!
I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!
That wouldn't be just the same even if I had a twin!
I think and feel like no other does, you like it or not!
I have left my mark on the world, a soft sweet spot!
If I weren't there, a difference it would surely make!
What I have said and done, no one could ever fake!
When I am no more there, I might be soon forgotten!
I'd be woven in the thread of time, as a wisp of cotton!
The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!
Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!
I was there when we were created, I will be there forever!
Times and places would change, my identity would never!
So let us treasure each other as one of a kind, just as we are!
We all shine in the galaxy of creation, each one of us is a star!
Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?
When we're paintings of the same colors in our distinct blends!
Let us live in eternal peace, whoever and wherever we may be!
Because we know we are are the only ones, whether you or me!
Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)
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