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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)
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