Perfect is a thought
A thought of life without time
Other than when we wake and when we sleep
A thought thought of so much Love
It can be melted into a ring
But who tailored the promise
A purpose to perfect not challenged by decay
Listen to the words well kept triumphant
Listen to the souls
The last breathe the last thought did you do as you promised
Dealing with the devil
Just a step from justice and an inch from a hornets nest
Do the dance in a quiet place
The commands of a saint The witches often spell
Keep the ring with the key to your heart
Walking the straight line with widen eyes
Remember to follow the path of the butterflies
None evil fly freely innocent of the beauty they cast
Life is good when the day involves passion
Passion from your heart
I could write about things meaningless,
Sometimes,I assume that might be the best.
For to challenge the pot, as I so often do,
Gives quick, easy birth, to a hornest’s nest.
3/4/2023
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
windy in kansas
hornets nest under my foot
precarious prey
The Giant's
Of the wonder class
With outstretched looking ears
And pierced whistleblowers lips
Never had a mother
To sew their name into
Their favorite clothes
Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in
They were instead chosen to become
The dead poet's and tortured artist's
We recite today
By speaker's corner
At wakes and funerals
On cold and grey rainy days
Outside derelict building's
Who's roofs were lost to german bombs
We as children dared each other not to go into
For fear of stirring up a hornets nest
Of represed abandonment feelings
Lest best we be remembered forgotten
sunrise - sunset
wedged in between
dank city of bright tents
needles and feces
hate blooming openly
is this the model
we're to curtsy and envy
rosaries tossed to the trash
down is up -up becomes down
goodness is to often bashed-
darkness is stealing the crown
in the foothills of civil war
is where two armies prep
the reds and the blues
primed to play endless taps
in the hornets nest
on the eve of the battle
god hangs up the harp
satan shaking its rattle
it'll be bloody it'll be violent
babies will be bitten
by the fanged boots
of selfish tyrants
An early morning country walk
Provides a quiet time to talk
Of this and that, surrounded by
The trees and houses, clouds and sky.
The leaves drift down and coat the ground,
The barren branches left, one crowned
With such a gorgeous hornets’ nest,
All creatures had to be impressed.
A leaping deer darts ‘cross the road
As cars approach, in panic mode,
Then disappears while by and by
A flock of turkeys catch my eye.
We head on home and as we chat,
Of some of this and some of that,
We’re grateful for the sweet embrace
Of Nature in this peaceful place.
Sonnet ‘O Sarcasm, Not
When too frequently posed the question of “you’re not mad at me are you?”
The quick, smart Aleck, retort of “dogs get mad, people get angry or even”, usually follows depending on what they did do.
The following discourse exacerbates whatever is a ’brew.
I say this sometimes anyway, it has become a habit; some do not have a clue!
Imagine that? Sarcasm comes off as nasty, who knew?
Many times, it is condescending, like boasting, who the hell are you?
Human beings are social animals alike our hornet friends
Each hornet communicating with his or her own secret language, no sarcasm necessary
When one stirs up a hornets’ nest, literally or metaphorically, neither species tend to break out into song as the ends
Spell it please? I- T. Huh? Will you say that again? That again!Sarcastic tones sound immensely arrogant and demeaning.
Laughter is absolutely non-essential to sarcasm, like when shortcomings are used to shame.
Do not be discouraged, even Plato has been to blame
Some think sarcasm funny, but it is the lowest form of wit,
And using it to bring others down makes me as mad as a hornet.
Cheryl forgot to close the chest
When she disturbed a hornets’ nest
Remorse there is none
What’s Dunn is now done
Phantoms and ghouls she’ll put to rest.
Selling a
dream is
easy,
Like building
castle in the
air,
A deal is the
devil's game,
It never
change just
the name.
A film star
must get
naked,
Or the world
will forget you
existed,
Lawyers sell
metaphorical
misnomers,
To reach
higher goals
in life,
Doctors the
biggest drug
sellers,
Many have
fallen into
their traps.
I'll be hanged
for exposing
their
lies ,
The system
is in fact a
pyramidical
trap!
The all
seeing
eye is a spy,
Into your
homes,schools
and work,
Its easy to
blame it on
the money,
It can't stand
up for itself,
And you
surely can't
stop using it,
Your dirty
little secret is
safe,
Just don't
stir the
hornets nest.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys seared and jerked to be frank ya furt
it stanks that the mirror doesnt flirt
so is that why,
you try treat me second rate
then kaput and dog what i say
cause youre insecure and afraid
and its got to gnaw at the base
im the salt to your taste
I hope all of these words
are a saw to your face
ive stirred the hornets nest
hoppin the fence with each rhyme
like i was just south of the most southwest lines
its time to diss this order, screw the court of florida
this border torture is a scorcher
but we can afford ta pay for ya house, a spouse, hospital bills,
more of whatever you feel and all of your mental disorders
its hilarious, my diss burns like asparagus
when you piss out your arogance in the middle of the toilet
Its so hott I could drop a egg in it and hard boil it
you've baked your plans o imma have to spoil it
you could saran-wrap your grams and still foil it
Just cover your manhood when the recoil hits
And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!
When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger
Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact
They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood
Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom, they never “put out”
Crippled tears
Become self-important struts within olive tinted reckonings
Lambasted butterflies
Stirring hornets’ nest
Uninvited
They dream for better days
While double-knotting gang colored bandanas
On eagle’s achromatic foreheads
Another Woody Woodpecker band-aid pulled from condescending hypocrisies
…
And when will the tides turn against pilot light’s mal-intent?
When will the flinty sheep
Stop wondering how these charring, orange fires began
Forgetting the 115 octane gasoline can
They hold quietly in their hands
©Drake J. Eszes
The unwritten lyrics swarm in my head like a hornets nest, the studio is silent. The microphone taunts me in it's little square box, but it waits for a time when we can talk in private.
I hear the instrumental get louder from the twist of a knob. The song wrote its self as my head starts to bob. I cram into the booth and close the door with confidence. That I will come out feeling new and get praised with compliments.
I get loud with excitement and shake hands with my buddies. Hope that I can continue this hobby, but we see no money.
I made music for years not thinking what my future entailed. All my friends will understand when its time to set sail.
We have low quality equipment and no food for our stomachs. We grow into men and instead of friends, we are now distant cousins.
There was a calm before the storm
A dark depth of tranquility
Feasting on forward contemplation
Fulfilling roles of an earthly kingdom
Then the alarm of advancing troops
With an avowed intent,
Exterminate.
Rise, Rise, on the move
We are in trouble, Bail out!
Then a thud, a roar, and a tremor.
Onwards soldiers, raise your rifles
On the warpath, get in line
No time, no time!
Scurry little soldiers of the maze
Be angry, get mad
Swarm, swoop, devour the prey
And where ever he dies, let him lay.
Now the scurry,now the rush
Panic station, teeth gnash
Pierce the skin, drink the blood
Look to the heavens,
look to the gods
Least we be crushed
Buried in the sand
Be it our destiny, made by design
Or calamitous collusion of an ill fated time
But whatever the story based in a lyrical line.
You have just stumble on
An hornets nest.