Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness
Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness
Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For the oaths, hypocrisy
In those appeals, bendlaws
In the beddings, no siesta
Deep in the dreams, nightmares
And in love, hatemongers
In friendship, betrayals
Deep in charity, parity
Inside volunteers, opportunities
In the nations, stations,
In the stations, nepoties
In a professor, knowlessness
In the schools, copiers
For the democracy, demos
Inside the hopes, pessimism
Categories:
copiers, betrayal, evil, humanity, sad,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
we may copy those
whom we like.
but we be come those
whom we love...
Categories:
copiers, love,
Form: Free verse
You will never write me.
You will never call.
You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall.
Your words will be made
Of incendiary copiers
Of toddler’s glue
To tell hundreds of others
How unique
They never were
Without online reminders,
I will be another passing celebration.
Another misunderstood gasp of amnesia
Reaching out with curdled arms
Amongst plucked yesterdays
Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull?
Did you crawl towards remedial rest stop
As you pleasured tomorrow’s misguided wish
Because
It was never guaranteed
But, you knew that.
Just like admiration,
Yet, never expecting its counterpart
To be awoken from fantasy’s French kiss
I hold the bliss of hopeful awakenings
From this familiar rooftop
That you will know what it really means
What it really means
To become what you have forgotten
A solicited facade of bonded breaths
Ready to fall
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
copiers, friendship, life,
Form: Free verse