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The Final Stand

And I witness Your deplorable “glory” Hunching over my tattered spine, So we can have something in common You walk with glorified shell-shock, Another sentient tongue, Straddling on the Eros of vindication Your sandpaper hands Reach for an assaulted tenderness Embracing lambasted lyric Another tenor’s proclamation That their oxidized octaves Are legitimately sound … Nobody is listening. … So, you try to rectify your ill-erect Compass Only heading south Bound By meandering prophecies, Unwritten Undeclared Just another pre-historic fool Believing the Jamaican grass is greener on The other side Puff your corrupted beliefs Toward laundered Benjamins While I soak in the bloodied joy, That I remain priceless … Approach me While you suffer tiny warden syndrome In High Definition Be the insignificant syllable that Becomes, you, a fragmented figment Of your re-imagination Call in your slobbering pinchers and Convince them why dethroning my smile Will be that change you conspire, Because I stood taller than the arrogant Umbilical c(h)ord that breastfeeds your high horse For I am you I am you Every kick, every punch, every verbal attack Every overcompensating, born-again glare You blasphemously portray But, it is not me you scar. IT IS NOT ME THAT YOU SCAR! … Your one-night stand with perception Succumbs your third-eye Keep drinking from your bloodied, rustic w(h)ine glass, As you drown in your declarations of dependence Screaming to be louder than love Louder than your ordained intentions To become a speck of importance To be worth something, Something more, Than the lunging foot you believe Will keep me down ©D.J.E.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/13/2017 11:59:00 AM
I so admire the great depth, beauty and shining truth in this well written verse gems my friend!! A magnificent poem to be read and admired.... A fav and a gleaming gem to read over and over.
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Poet Tacito
Date: 6/13/2017 12:01:00 PM
Many, many thanks, Robert. Cheers sir.
Date: 5/31/2016 3:42:00 PM
You are so good at what you do, Drake. Always such fine imagery. The poetry of the thinking poet!
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Date: 6/16/2016 9:40:00 PM
I do appreciate that so much, Andrea. :)
Date: 5/31/2016 10:30:00 AM
Hey, where have you been hibernating? Pleased to see you back with your pyrotechnic use of eye and mind wowing language! Always a pleasure to read you. / Maurice
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Date: 6/16/2016 9:40:00 PM
Still around. Embracing life. But, still around. :) Thank you so much, Maurice.
Date: 5/28/2016 10:50:00 AM
Drake, I have missed your peculiar style of writing that I can only seem to find from this page ... reading this over again, I think I understood it more ... "meandering prophecies" "corrupted beliefs" "born-again glare" ... it seems that some overtly pious person has gotten a bit full of himself and is using his enlightenment to shut others down rather to build them up ... another passionate call-out with your own deeply metaphoric voice. Creative wordplay with the c (h) ord, w (h) ine.
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Date: 5/28/2016 11:08:00 PM
You are 100% spot on. I'll share the story w/you one day, as this happened some time ago. But, you absolutely nailed it. Power > Empower...one day, they'll get it right. Thanks so much, Tim!
Date: 5/28/2016 9:32:00 AM
A treat to start my day! It's good seeing you back writing. I hope all is well my friend.
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Date: 5/28/2016 11:06:00 PM
Many thanks, Richard. I hope you're doing good too, kind sir.