Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

A Diminished Respect

There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home

Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
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                er
           ed

Your heartbeat became an arrhythmia of petulant theatrics.

Your topaz coated spit
Released from refilled white-out bottles,
Brushing away quartered moons of an iridescent shame

A copycat of robotic muses
Infringing upon your pedestal,
Turned loud mouth, afflicting broken tongue

The “Stalin” of a messenger’s wit,
You raised your voice to a poignant sky!!!

And, as if Yahweh cured your muted disorders,
EVERYBODY HEARD YOU!!!

Including me

That was your goal…
…excluding me

From incipient edge, I witnessed you,
A turpentine puddle in front of a confessional booth 
On a melancholic Thursday morn,
With ripened glares to avoid your hallways

Tangled, dangling pacifiers as your doorbell

...

There will come a time.

There will come a time
When social feeds will deprive your vexing smile
Of validation

Where ignorant heartbeats will awaken
Through lyrical epiphanies
To see your “rainbow”
As a faded, stolen crayon

Where flirtatious dialect from withered accomplice
Licks cubic zirconium’s aftertaste
Forgetting that karma doesn’t tolerate one-night stands

For me, that time is now.

Then, I knew who you were.

Now, I know who you are.

You are not what you say.

A false advertisement in Sunday’s illiterate paper…
…with erased verbatim amongst your mirrored peers

Remembering how you falsified truth’s smile

Dire requests for empathetic warmth of our yesterdays
Yet, my Agnostic coat could never be thick enough
For your saturated, dual face

©Drake J. Eszes

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James Kelley December 19, 2013 at 9:49 AM BAM!!!! James Kelley December 19, 2013 at 11:16 AM yuuuppp Poet Tacito December 19, 2013 at 10:05 AM Emeril style!!! =D

Jennifer Perry December 17, 2013 at 6:02 PM Love it! Great words, interesting read :) Poet Tacito December 18, 2013 at 12:14 AM Hi & thanks! Nice to see you around again.

Kelly Deschler December 6, 2013 at 4:24 PM Unfortunately, I have known many people like this in my lifetime. And, now I am forced to feel like I can't trust anyone, anymore. Except, for those who have experienced the same thing! Another deep and captivating write by you, my friend! So well done, Drake! Poet Tacito December 6, 2013 at 5:24 PM Thank you so much, Kelly. I relate FULLY to what you're saying. But, I will always give benefit of the doubt to somebody new. No need to punish a new person with past indifference...unless they play with my heart. Then, all gloves are off. :) Many thanks again to you!

Russell Sivey December 5, 2013 at 11:04 PM This is a captivating and a poem that is full of passion for revealing the double sided coin! You are a master at writing these poems my friend, Great Work!! Poet Tacito December 6, 2013 at 12:23 AM "Double sided coin"...indeed, Russell!!!! Thank you so much!

Carrie Richards December 5, 2013 at 8:26 PM Yowser.....!!! Have you ever used a sand-blaster???? You wouldn't need to rent one.......just spout off this poem, and paint will peel right off her face!! You are ssooo good at saying what you feel !! Awesome! Poet Tacito December 6, 2013 at 12:22 AM LOL!!!! Classic!!! Sand-Blaster Poet? You might be onto something, Carrie...thank you for making me laugh before bed. You rock!

Tahnee Frtiz December 5, 2013 at 7:11 PM Love this one. Had to read it a few times with how great it is. Poet Tacito December 6, 2013 at 12:21 AM Hey there, Tahnee!!! That's very much appreciated! It was nice of you to stop by!

Wilma Neels December 5, 2013 at 12:07 PM What a superb end to this one Drake! Loved each and every line.. You said it all and I love the title too ;) Poet Tacito December 6, 2013 at 12:20 AM Ahh, you just need better inspirations, I think. ;-) Wilma Neels December 5, 2013 at 12:38 PM hehehe don't worry Drake still around. Words have dried up I think :D Poet Tacito December 5, 2013 at 12:30 PM WILMAAAAA! =D Hi there & thank you so much! Just when I thought you disappeared on me. YAY!

Monterey Sirak December 5, 2013 at 8:17 AM I can't read a poem of yours just once. There are so many layers of emotion tied with barbed wire of brutal honesty. You outdid yourself on this masterpiece. The line that jumps out at me is 'your rainbow as a faded stolen crayon" So many of us paint out lives with colors stolen from someone else's dreams. Poet Tacito December 5, 2013 at 8:56 AM Monterey, that's just so cool of you to say that. Yes, I've met quite a few like that. It's a very sad thing to witness, still, in our daily lives. A riveting comment! Thank you so much! =D

Juliet Ligon December 4, 2013 at 9:10 PM Wow! Impressive, passionate piece. I love how you formatted it, especially the word "shattered." Poet Tacito December 5, 2013 at 8:41 AM Now that is SUPER kind of you to say, Juliet. Thank you so very much! Juliet Ligon December 4, 2013 at 9:11 PM Adding to faves.

Richard Lamoureux December 4, 2013 at 7:21 PM Hi Drake I was looking for your take on the other mans clothes poem. Richard Lamoureux December 5, 2013 at 10:07 AM Looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Let me know when you post it. Poet Tacito December 5, 2013 at 8:29 AM Coming today or tomorrow. ;-)

Debbie Guzzi December 3, 2013 at 6:54 PM Oh lots of fav lines! [an arrhythmia of petulant theatrics][ flirtatious dialect from withered accomplice/ Licks cubic zirconium’s aftertaste] very nice! Light & Love Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 10:27 PM Hey Debbie! That is greatly appreciated. Very cool of you to say. Thanks so much for coming by here. I owe you a visit or 3 to your stuff again. :)

Joseph Sergi December 3, 2013 at 6:49 PM powerful and deep full of truth great poem Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 6:50 PM Very cool of you to say. I do appreciate it, Joseph!

Jack Jordan December 3, 2013 at 5:54 PM Tough and eloquent, as always... Jack Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 6:13 PM Indeed, Jack. Thank you so much!

Richard Lamoureux December 3, 2013 at 8:23 AM I met a man this weekend from South America and the thing he found most disturbing about north American culture was how so few people where actualy who they presented themselves to be. Your poem is a good example of that. That makes me very sad. I really felt this one, it resonated and shook me to the core. I have had this experience more times than I wish to admit. But other times people have surprised me in the most delightful ways. Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 9:14 AM As have I. :) Amen to that! =D Richard Lamoureux December 3, 2013 at 9:08 AM I choose to spend my time with people who are real. Life is to short to waste time on the fakers. Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 8:31 AM It makes me very sad too. How often folks claim to care for others, yet scream/whine/pout aggressively when things don't go there f-ing way. They're very quick to remove what they say...yet, it changes nothing about their character. Utter pettiness. Still, like you, some refresh my hope in how adults should be. Thank you so much, Richard!

Nette Onclaud December 3, 2013 at 4:24 AM this nails the argument that without compassion. or deep honesty, one is doomed...of his own volition...payback time to love yourself again, drake ( froget the victim mode).. this is slam---- brutal and true the way it should be... impactful!..huggs Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 6:36 AM I believe you have said it all here. I will step back with a smile on my face. You get it. Damn right. You friggin rock, Nette!!!! ;-)

Donna Jones December 2, 2013 at 7:38 PM Good evening Drake...wow...I was living my own nightmare reading this! Such a relatable poem...like a room you can just step into and walk through the words.....awesome.... Poet Tacito December 3, 2013 at 6:35 AM Indeed, I understand what you mean. Thank you so much, Donna!

Jack Ellison December 2, 2013 at 5:07 PM You stand head and shoulders above us dear friend! As always your creative writings blow me away... I am honoured to call you a friend! Good wishes, Drake, for the coming season! Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 5:10 PM Jack, my good man, I don't want stand above anybody. I want to be by yours & everyone else's side. That's enough to make this heart content. As for you too, sir. To another awesome & memorable season upon us, yes! =)

Charmaine Chircop December 2, 2013 at 3:27 PM Ow this is very deep Drake.Dual face..A fading stolen crayon ..Wowzer.This is such a profound poem.There s nothing worse in life than to be dishonest ..Living a lie might harm those one care for but mostly his/her ownself.I hope this is fiction Drake.A very deep poem.Tnks for stopping by my humble verse : ) Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 4:35 PM I was the cause & victim of these things in my life back then. Today, I have to continue being a better man. It's not always easy, society today makes it so much worse than ever to be that way. But, in the end, only we make it harder on ourselves than it should be. Thank you so very much, Charmaine. HUGE HUG! =D

Sarai Virden December 2, 2013 at 11:04 AM "Shattered" in illustration was a brilliant addition as well Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 11:32 AM Indeed! Glad you caught that. =D

Sarai Virden December 2, 2013 at 10:57 AM By the masters pen I wept in bitter empathy for the anguish suffered. A stunning poetic description of betrayal. Agnostic comrades resonating within a similar vein, reaches out in friendships embrace saying... The human subject depicted is not worthy of the writer. Entirely worth the wait Sir Drake Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 11:31 AM My goodness, your comment shines, Sarai. You understand this too. That means so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! =D

Anne-Lise Andresen December 2, 2013 at 10:56 AM - Wow .... hour of truth has arrived .... - Deep and "black edges" .... well done ... as always, Drake ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 11:14 AM It has, yes. ;-) You're awesome, Anne Lise. Thank you so much!

Eileen Manassian December 2, 2013 at 10:07 AM Drake...........this is a cutting poem. Very very....vengeful and sad. As a literary piece...of course, very deep. Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 10:49 AM Yes, spot on. Thanksgiving had me away from the Internet and I was ENTIRELY ok with it. :) It's good to be back. You're very welcome. Eileen Manassian December 2, 2013 at 10:28 AM I missed your visits.......BTW! ;) Thanks for your visit to my last poem......and the lovely comment. As usual......you are very very kind and sweet in the comments you make. Eileen Manassian December 2, 2013 at 10:27 AM Yes......if a person is who they claim to be......good point. Transparency is the ultimate desirable trait. Of course, sometimes with transparency comes pain.....being rebuffed.....being misunderstood...Fine and delicate balance there. This is a very powerful piece. I'm sure the inspiration behind it was even more so...... Poet Tacito December 2, 2013 at 10:17 AM Hi & yes, Eileen. =) There comes a point when you start seeing/hearing the same apologies from those who continue to make the same mistakes. If a person is who they claim to be, why aren't they behaving as such? Why do they only behave when they are caught? 'Tis a pity in this continued, gradual declining of humanity. But, hope does still remain...thank you so much, Eileen.