Best Redemptions Poems

It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The...

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Where will you be when the trumpet sounds

When the call comes with an 
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave 
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ 
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found

While Satan bombards the...

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On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent...

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I awake to the dawning of another day
To my knees, I fall and begin to pray
This prayer is different, unlike any before
All of the sudden, a sound outside my door

Upon my feet, I run down the stairs
I open the door, is anyone there
Nothing to be...

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It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation
Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation.
Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the
Lingering slowing pulse of the flat liners final vibrations.
Engorging itself on the fiendish terror, unleashed by this
The devil’s own kindred son!
Dare not look into...

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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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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last chance of salvation.
Roll does the crimson tumbleweed, towards the ghost town known as
Tombstone, a monuments graveyard to the old west.
In...

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I thought for a long time

to try and do something right

(in your eyes)

I've taken the blows

and the comparatives 

of every beauty you know



You love me, you loathe me,

I'm evil and detestable

You take me to my depth,

then, deny I've ever been

(there in the shadows of destruction)

(where...

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Please speak to me of love in gentle tone,
That I may recall her voice in your inflections
Never were her words shrill or monotone,

But sweet like honey-frosted confections,
She spoke to me with love and sincerity
In phrases coming from her introspections.

She and I conversed in contented solidarity
I...

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Ways of Taiwan….
Open and upright are oracle minds.
Wisdoms are fluxes and thoughts are coils.
Valid truths are drive as forces.
Taiwan needs a exact ways.
Fighht the china commie and get their righrs.
Laws are ready and some are crucial.
Have what you wish as list to list.
If worse come...

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Judas, Judas, didn't you know
From the cross, forgiveness flows
Upon yourself you brought much strife
In betrayal, you ended your own life

Judas, Judas how many shall follow
Turning their backs, for a better tomorrow
God's not in it, only their greed
That better tomorrow, their dirty deeds

Judas, Judas, they sit...

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A night of miracles, of splendor, of grace,
A night of wonder for all to trace.
A night of promise of hope, of glory,
A night of holiness, redemptions story.

A night to believe, to accept, to embrace.
A night to grasp the depth of His grace.
A night to reach...

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Tell me this…

In your vision,
Am I your mission?
In your eyes,
Are their hints of lies?

Why did you let go of everything you once had?
It’s okay to have a new start; on the otherhand, it’s not bad
They say that better days are ahead or so I’ve heard
They...

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Human Rights


We struggled more 
With these rights which are the rights of humanity 

We cried for our rights 
We cried for our rights as humans 
Our rights for education, sustainability and more 

With this cry both a boy and man cried interchangeably for freedom from...

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The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair

Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows 
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.

So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not  softly worthy
to survive

"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free...

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