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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
Only heading south
By meandering prophecies,

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.


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


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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Drake Eszes
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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Drake Eszes
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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Drake Eszes
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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Drake Eszes
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 > 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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Drake Eszes
Date: 5/28/2016 11:06:00 PM
Many thanks, Richard. I hope you're doing good too, kind sir.