Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

Liar

That’s how she saw me

A lying jerk
Filled with mal-intent
And inebriated twist of the devil’s tongue

She removed my smile
My patience
My need for her

She was a professor
with a Masters Degree in Investigative Drama

Drinking shots of animosity and scorn
From half-empty glass
Layered in a syllable abused tint

Sucking accountability, dry

She removed my smile
My patience
My want for her

Vials of sadness
Broken over mattress
Where I entered her
Into innocence realm

She begged for more
She begged me to stay

But, I was already marked from argument’s first revelation 

Because even when I held her hand
Even when I welcomed her into my arms
After being beaten for being her diamond ring’s shadow

Even when I brought her closer to peace
It wouldn’t ever be enough

My smallest mistakes would become Armageddon’s cry

My apologies
The tissue

She removed my smile
My patience
My trust for her

Because I
Was a piece of crap

An irregular painting titled: “The Bad Guy”

Messages of sangre coated angst
Going to wrong number

Her errors
Still made me see her as a precious woman
Waiting to regain her peace
Her identity

But I
Was a liar

A screw up

Our finish line had no ribbons
For she had already cut my c(h)ord

Silence
Cold shoulder
My only way to hold this peace

She thought she could leave me

But I
Was already gone

Her tears’ contempt made me let go
Fears’ discontent helped me confirm my Western sunsets

To
Fly

Fly
High

Fly
HIGH

For serenity’s wing behooves me to sway
Towards these winds of change
Solace will hold me on palm
 
As I wish with final prayer
That Karma
Goes easy on her

© Drake J. Eszes

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Dana Gayle September 12, 2013 at 3:51 PM such passion such depth such meaning my heart isnt easy to melt but you did it Poet Tacito September 12, 2013 at 6:09 PM Hi Dana, nice to meet you! I'm very glad you liked this. Thank you for stopping by! :)

Charmaine Chircop July 8, 2013 at 4:31 PM She thought she could leave me but i was already gone-This speaks volumes. This poem transmits heartache and pain..but from these situstions is how we become stronger.Sometines we have to take a stand in life before 'the other' moves on us with both feet.. Poet Tacito July 8, 2013 at 4:53 PM You got that right. Take that stand, or settle for less. Thank you so much, Charmaine. :)

Debbie Duncan May 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM Ok, who did what to whom ;} great write though,, I've always thought you have to like someone before you can really ever love them. Other wise it's just lust. You did an awesome job writing this ;} Poet Tacito May 30, 2013 at 10:54 PM It's what she did to him. And, in turn, what he did to her as the last word. :) I certainly agree with you wholly on that. Thanks so much, Debbie! :)

Cecilia Macfarlane April 9, 2013 at 3:40 PM WOW. Such powerful heartfelt emotions of mistrust and disappointment and yet you wish karma will go easy on her, you sir know the true meaning of love! Hugs Poet Tacito April 9, 2013 at 4:04 PM For better or worse, I sure do. :) Many, many thanks to you!!!

Lizzie Treetop January 5, 2012 at 2:26 PM On re-reading this I wonder where I was when I read it the first time? This is a magnificent poem. Oh but is so wracked with pain, such a deep feeling man I am so sorry the hurt is there! Poet Tacito January 13, 2012 at 5:37 PM It was. But, the stanzas healed it. :) Thank you so much darling, Lizzie!!!

Poet Destroyer A December 3, 2011 at 8:07 AM I don't knnow much about liars... but, my fiance makes the worse one of them all... well heck they all do.. But, it is a sad thing when one earns the title.. of a liar... it will follow always,.,, even when the truth is all they speak.. and karma is such a bad game.. enjoyed once again,..p.d. Poet Tacito December 3, 2011 at 8:14 PM Indeed it is a sad thing. I think, though, that it can be more sad by those who don't know any better. Well said. Thank you so much, Destroyer!

Lizzie Treetop November 20, 2011 at 5:22 PM You are just driving me ding bats mate! I just love love your poetry, so many thoughts you set on fire. Lucky woman to have touched someone so erudite, lucky me you liked ding bat! Poet Tacito December 3, 2011 at 8:13 PM That means a lot. Thank you, Lizzie! Yes, "ding bat". lol Lizzie Treetop November 28, 2011 at 6:48 PM Wow this is so powerful I am back again. Powerful powerful meaningful poetry. WOW!

David William Breidenthal November 11, 2011 at 1:36 AM What an amazing way to express jealousy? in a poetic matter or is it concern? Whatever emotion(s) you had while making this poem, this poem is very unique. (David WB) P.S. Wow, you really did an excellent job on this poem! Keep up the awesome work, man! Poet Tacito November 12, 2011 at 11:06 PM Hey David. Nice to meet you. Jealousy certainly wasn't the feeling here. Huge disappointment, yes. Thanks so much man!

Lisa Cooper November 8, 2011 at 8:50 AM wow this is a fantastic write. Poet Tacito November 8, 2011 at 9:02 AM That's so awesome of you to say, Lisa. Truly, thank you! :)

Gwendolen Song October 5, 2011 at 6:43 AM Ain't that JUST KARMA!!? What a fabulous take on a woman...I want to sit an slowly digest every detail of every line..some of this mirrors me on my worst days...and yet, .....I refused to cut the proverbial c (h) o r d! Splendid. A great read for an analytical paper! Best to you, Mr. Estes. Gwendolen Poet Tacito October 9, 2011 at 8:05 AM Hey Gwen!!! An awesome comment you have left me. I will say that I'm glad you did not cut that c(h)ord. ;) There's hope for you yet. Hee hee. Thank you!

Dalila Agtani September 27, 2011 at 4:41 AM Hello Drake It was a pleasure reading 4 of your free verses at 1:38 AM. Flying high (Igot that part) is a nice move when someone pulls us down. Thanks for sharing your free-flowing poems. Dalila Poet Tacito September 27, 2011 at 7:55 AM Hi Dalila. 1:38am, eh? Awesome. Yes, I fully agree it's a good move. I do thank you.

Elizabeth Wesley September 26, 2011 at 8:28 AM A wild mind twister full of double meanings - I love this kind of creativity Drake, the story is fantastic! Poet Tacito September 26, 2011 at 8:35 AM Oh it was surely a mind twister alright. :) Yes, I'm all for the double entendres. Thank you kindly!

Wilma Neels September 25, 2011 at 10:45 AM OMW!! first day back in weeks and I come across this awesome write Drake, gosh I can so identify with this write of yours.. enjoyed the journey.. you held me captive throughout :) love wilma Poet Tacito September 25, 2011 at 11:06 AM Hey Wilma! Well, welcome back then! That means a lot. I think the thing about these kinds of writings, is that you never forget the way one makes you feel...yet, what you learn from it, makes the healing that much more vital. Thank you so much! Truly.