Best Blasphemously Poems

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.