Best Coagulated Poems

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Somehow, her eyes expand with the disobedient sky
and there, she senses urchins filling water on the lake
her feet and thighs slide up changing hues,
with receding incarnations of the moon.

She bends down gazing at images on the lake
as limbs turn into seaweeds, a mermaid...

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Imagine all the people
who trade in human life,
imagine all the reasons
given to this particular vice.
I visualize the rivers
that run with coagulated blood,
I visualize the tyrant
that stir the waters good!

Imagine all the evil
where nightmares are conceived,
imagine all the weepers
locked in harmony.
I visualize a great peace
when man...

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2/8/17


Straight, curvy and bumpy roads
Some with cones
All across the globe
Tools made of stones and from bones

Got to stay in the zone
Wherever I may roam and rove

Certain boards bowed
And automobiles had to be towed

Money being owed
And loaned

Waters with or without foam
And lawns that do or don't...

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I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age....

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Street Walker in Oslo 

As the black-winged night occupies my balcony
and spread its wings in triumph and shop lights
try in vain to illuminate and gladden a grubby street
I see you leaving your flat and begin your night shift
As you walk past splashes of yellow light,
I...

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She smiles upon coated slate.

Her skeletons become coagulated whispers
Of yesterday

Another blissful awakening
This shedding of redemptions’ sin
Under elastic dialects

Closure within ephemeral slow dances
Irregular beats of her drum

Now
Steadfast acoustic riffs
Forge constellations' new tomorrow

As she swims through cashmere laden sands
Without the need to float
On dependency’s raft

©Drake J. Eszes...

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My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each...

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My psyche's playground
Is a horrific landscape:
There is no escape 
From the snagging cleft
Of its jagged inlay,
As steep as a million years of seeping blood
Coagulated through coldheartedness 
Confusion and subterfuge 
- It's like coming home when your lover's asleep,
Or breaking a promise by taking a peek;...

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It had partially dried to the table, crimson, sticky, and coagulated, and not wanting to let go of the sloppily scrawled letter. It drooped in his hands: 
 
I finished the f-----g dishes you were B----ing about you dirt bag
..don’t worry about the mess outside
LEAVE...

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Whispers in the breeze, 

frozen stiff around a bend-

life came to an end.

If just there was enough,

if just.

 

The quiet still of the dead,

coagulated blood on your head...

You sped away to get away...

farther than you ever meant.

 

Now a little face dwells

   ...

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I got a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish.
Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished.

Who's at fault when our time becomes essence-less?
When we begin to question our coexistence.
How do we make each moment resemble something of elegance?
Time must be...

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Texas A and M when I was in school
You could only survive, if you were cool
Things are so different from when I went there
I have some examples I’d like to share

An all military college back then
Nothing but males were allowed to attend
You’re called a “Fish”...

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one moonlit night i was spawned, 
a fallen angel with desecrated wings...
a changeling child, my eyes glistening menace...
and God shuddered when he saw me, 
raised his arms across the heavens, and spoke:
"and then...." he said...
"and then, there was - 
bloodshed."
and so it all went down...
the...

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You prod at the sores of your heart
with a hemorrhaging pen, wishing it was 
a scalpel; so you could carve 
out the disease that keeps 
your rage alive. 
Basic instinct, I suppose.
To slay the demons,
that made you who you are. 
You thank them for your...

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His hair grew as coagulated blood
His scalp perpetually trying to reach his eyebrows
Skin greased and calloused 
His eyes soulless 
Yet seemed searching
Everybody was not afraid of him.

I gave him food once
I placed it on the ground where 
He stood outside the church’s door
He barely moved
He...

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