Long Rainstorm Poems
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“i’m only happy when it rains,”
moans shirley manson when she’s backed by
butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed
distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers
a la trent reznor
the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album---
one doesn’t have to be a meteorologist to
think that she & her crew may be on to
something---
for the rain washes all the dirt away
the rain replenishes the earth so that it can sustain another day
when damaged endlessly by the
cruel
sun
scorching its surface & all the living things upon it
(during the spring and summer months especially, when all the idiots are
running round with nothing on & with no sunscreen, etc. to fend off
melanoma)---
the rain is what those unconventional people who
dwell in the shadows
feast on---
and who are these people?
they are the ones that choose not to smile when
everyone else does---
they are the ones that are not easily
amused---
they/we
are the ones that run out in the rainstorm &
dance naked in the cold wetness---
whipping our hair around in a rhythmic gesture
a middle finger in the air to any kind of
“creator”
that would shine its face down upon us all and
communicate
destruction with the poker face of
peace---
give us the rain when it comes
give us the floods
the hurricanes
the torrential downpour that accompanies it all
so that on the days that we aren’t struggling to swim
& struggling to float amidst the chaos
we understand how fortunate we are
to even be breathing---
so that our ever-complaining selves
die with the remnants of the wash-away
& you & i can wave goodbye to the old
selves
who thrived only for sun &
smiles
not understanding that in this pubic hair of a moment in which each of us
spend
together
on this beautiful planet
avec all the other plants & creatures who dwell with us,
that
we must savor every second
be it in sun or rain
and let it be known that the rain does so much for us
and yet is always pelted with insults & “evil” metaphor---
rain,
my friends,
is getting the bad rap---
and i don’t think i stand alone on the sideline campaigning---
there are thousands, albeit it
millions
marching for the rain to come
and keep our civilization
quenched---
news flash: without good ol’ h20 we are all dead as
doornails---
so stop worshipping the sun
&
give it up for the
rain.
Cracked windshields,
cracked sidewalks,
broken hopes,
sad dreams,
hurry before the fire starts,
and your good friends leave you
and your enemies take you over,
hurry before people cry out
for the happiness you possess
they with suck you dry like a bone
and take you for granted;
when they need you,
they are nowhere to be found,
just check the coffee shops
and bookstores;
they'll be there,
hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl
or that real cute guy you really like a lot.
See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield
in a rainstorm,
but just remember that you can always get it fixed
and the charge will be free;
but keep driving with a cracked windshield
you will regret it! - Don't regret life,
for it is a special gift.
Pave that road or sidewalk gold,
see that love is in the air all over,
not just for a certain few,
Love is in the air,
sing it! Sing it so loud
that the people will see your true beauty
if they stick around long enough to see your true self.
Cracked smiles,
with chiseled abs and rock solid chest
and a nice face,
that is all we want in life,
we don't want brains,
or logic,
or a sense of humor,
if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them...
NO! We want the bikini body,
the beach body,
that hour glass figure,
and we want our teeth straight,
and our breasts enlarged
and our horoscopes read from the TV.,
we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake
and we want money and time and fame and that dream body
and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that,
that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect...
and that is the heart, the soul,
the heart and soul never receive cracks
because they’re not fake and cheap materialistic things.
We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield,
and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks,
because we aren't Barbie’s and Ken dolls,
no we are human beings,
created to bound and be tortured by temptations
and admit to their mistakes,
even if they don't want too.
We are unique with or without that crack,
but never pave that crack,
never pave that pothole,
because that is a mistake in your open road called life
that made your journey unique!
Cherish those cracks
cherish them forever.
12/4/13
I end up insecure like a homeless individual,
Going through the streets of sheer cruelty
I desire to be mighty like you, my faith fuel
Blowing like the breeze of mere uncertainty
Hope you're happy where you are...
Well, I have packed up all my things
I'm about to head to another country
I will see what this lovely life brings
Maybe, I will wondrously be free
I hope you shine like a midnight star...
I am done fighting for the crown of recognition
I am backing down my guard of glorification
I accept my fate at hand
Don't stand where I stand
I am aware of my decisions made here
And I dare you to try to change my mind
I am not afraid or cowering away in fear
I'm staying right here...made up my mind and choose to unwind
I hope you are motivated to the highest bar
I am just a man
A man that tries his best best he can
To find solace in the oddest location
I am just a boy
A boy who has unbroken, blameless joy
While wandering around in anticipation
Hoping you are zealously zooming like a car
Don't follow me
In the woods of oblivion
Don't even see me
As I attempt to zero in
On a prize I have yet to win
On treasure through thick and thin
Don't hear my echoes
Don't stick your nose
In my business again
Don't fence me in...
Don't fence me in...
Hope your success takes you far
You said aloud:
Swallow your pride
In the rowdy crowd,
I try to hide...
Subside from my side
Subside from my side
Abide elsewhere...
You still don't care...
I prepare for the worst
Or for the better
I think I might just burst
You still wear your I-don't-care sweater
I hope I have healed your shameful scar
I end up insecure as a widower in the rainstorm
I am a spider without his meal, left starved and hopelessly dyin'
I wish someone out there will mend my scars and keep me warm
Now, I've come to realize that I have become a brazen lion
Hope you don't mind me keeping your words of enlightenment in my jar
It's hard to fathom
This feeling of numb
This eerie isolation hurts
I long to be strong
I hope, one day, I will belong
Let us both hope that we belong and end this greed war...
For we fight for peace
And for peaceful unity, nothing to bizarre
Oh Lord, give us peace
Not to mention hope...
I got fired
For being awarded Most Desired
The truth got liared
I got tired by the fact that you are wired
A different way than me
Why can't they clearly see
That I'll make a difference in this world of labels?
This world is like a wifi that has been running on a ticking bomb of jacked up cables
Going thru a relapse of suicidal thots before and after
I hand you flowers of forgive-me-please after a disaster
After a rainstorm comes a rainbow of radiance,
A tragedy in reverse...a miracle cure, a prance dance - enhance my joy with Royal elegance
Loyal me up as soon as I give in to my old ways (that's what's up)
Cuz I've been unfaithful...mhm, truth sincerely hurts
To You, him, and her and I feel like giving up...I'm a filthy cup in the dishwasher, but I will be a spic-and-span cup (it shocks me to know many have given up so easily...I'm a whimpering pup)
I've been acting ungrateful...I'm inside out shirts...
I'm in my doom-gloom dorm,
Keeping warm through it all...I've crashed due to an epic fall or an accidental fantastic fail
I'm an weird, empty Earth worm
Seeping through the wooden floors that are as tough as a well-built wall...you're a tough trail to tread...I'm a message never sent by mail
Got crazy
A lil lazy
Got naturally hazy
Off of hyper wild-child
Inside me - so not mild
For a while, my mind has been piled
With nonsensical, fickle desire of my elevating empire
I am home with my cheesy nachos on my lap while singing "Girl on Fire"
I'm higher than the clouds cuz I'm high off of laughter and bliss...something I cherish and admire
It's cool to be real
It's not legit to be fake
Ah yeah, it's not a big deal
Hit the brake for my sake
Regret nothing
Quit that fussing
You're my everything
Carry on, do your thang
Off you trot
Don't let me Rot
On the spotlight...
Tonight...despite your black and white ways of sparkling spite and under-your-spell might that shines so bright and it's wrong when it's right
I'm a kid without his kite
Stab me with love-me-not loathe - I can take it without throwing a childish fit with a mature kit with freezing fire foolwit
I'm sorry - I feel like shite
I know I broke the friendship oath - I still luv u a bit, I must admit
Does anyone consider my times of tribulation?
The waters of her oceanic figure guides me still
She leads me beside quiet streams of jubilation
Desolation is nowhere to be seen anymore, for she's a keeper of the radiant rivermill
For you and I to swim to in times of need, away from the adversary
For you and I to nourish our marvelous seed of serenity's sanctuary
Acknowledge my pain-staking regret, left unseen in most stranger's vacant eyes that hopelessly stare
I am left unstable on the table like a weeping infant, fighting life or death in reality's strange nightmare
You thrive on my sorrowful realm of thought that course inside me and I recognized that I needed to apologize because I ignored your cries
You're alive and I survived, so appreciate me for who I've become, not who I was before and we are significantly stronger than we realize
Reach out to adequately hopeful horizons,
Oh godly daughters and sons
And always remember without a trace of fear -
We will be rescued from the waters of Aphradere
As long as we have an incredible interlude
And an everlasting attitude of gratitude
Listen, she whispers in our dreams
As we almost fall away at the seams:
Remember me,
Remember me
Remember me always
For, the waters of Aphradere has reached its interlude…
She doesn't mean to intrude...she just wants to be understood
Listen, she whispers in our dreams
As we almost fall away at the seams:
Remember me,
Remember me
Remember me forevermore
She's the bittersweet rainstorm
That you abhor and adore
She's beyond the norm as she lays unnoticed like a puddle in your dorm…
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost has been lost for many a year
She wants to hold on to you and I oh so dear
To give us cheer, yet it's weighing us down with anxieties that draw near
She whispers steadily:
Remember me - that's my only plea -
As I spiral away and away
Into the drain speedily
Into the interlude of everyday's relief and dismay
Forget and forgive Aphradere's waters of shimmering shame
Give gladness, glory and honor to God's most gracious Name
Grief will not conquer us as long as our final outcome
Is to wait patiently for something bigger than us - His Kingdom
My depression doesnt really stay as a single thing.
It doesnt have a name.
It doesnt really stay as anything.
Its a reflection of the skies, the rain ,the grains of sugar left over on my lips from the lick of the spoon i stirred into my tea.
My depression isnt the lack of happiness.
Its the lack of feeling.
Its the lack of the warmth of the one hug you waited for for years from that one person.
its not the want to lay in bed with icecream and the radio on for hours.
My depression is the rainstorm that never seems to leave the side of my bed.
Cool and icey, with wetness, not from my tears, but the subtle ideas and nonesense that blankets my thoughts in a sleepless night.
Its the fear of the things i didnt do but have yet to do.
My depression is the constant I love yous with the constant replies of
"Im tired" or " I knows" or " maybe next time".
Its the unforgiving notion that my body will not do to me as i did for it.
The measurements on a piece of string with black marks that want to be tighter and less snug.
The fingers around my wrists as i eat my meals to hide the shame of the floods inside my empty body.
Its the 45 minutes of saying ill be ready in 5 minutes, every 5 minutes.
The piles of clothes i bought but could never let myself wear because of the empty stares i never got.
Its the sickness I cant call out of work for.
Its what people say," I hope you get better"
and you reply with " i dont know what better is, or was or will be"
but never utter, just smile.
My depression is the smell of the alchohol in the cold medicine on my lips, crackled and crippled in the morning, sunken eyes and a huff under my breathe.
Its the bowl of poison wrapped in candy wrappers and toys in a dentists office.
My depression is a place.
Its a place that isnt really a place.
Not a person nor a being.
Its not the psychiatrist telling you to spill the heart you once had.
Its the doctor with lowered eyes and a frown saying " Life isnt for everyone."
Its the anger of the writings on the papers you burnt
or the fire from the unwiped tears off your pale cheeks.
My depression isnt a thing.
Its not the explainable.
It isnt whats wrong , what isnt wrong.
Inspired by song "Mystery Of The Heart"
of Hughes Turner Project (Album 1)
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn
held us within the sequined mist
of the sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
by the crimson curves of mystique cloud,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm dissolved the sky,
you disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic excitement,
until on reaching the verdant oasis
you melted away like mirage,
swept away by the desert storm of yearning,
stowed in opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the deserted dunes
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling sand waves adorned
the pearly lattice on your ivory feet.
As the tide of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the miasma of cascading moonbeam
that has enveloped my love for you.
The dazzling dawn of my desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you.
Your emotive spectrum of colour
painted a long time ago,
the panorama of the golden garden
in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of love, now lost.
Flowing in the captivating current
of your magnetic attraction,
my possessed passion sails
to the moonlit bay of beguiled splendor,
where your elfin image embroiders
the constellation of stars in the sky
of my furtive heart,
where I preserve the stellar shine.
On the trail of sorrow I trudge my life through,
wander aimlessly in the wasteland
of waning memory of the time past.
The splinters of my mystique heart sigh silently,
searching for you in the ruins of crumbled dreams,
as the sparkle of your smile
still lingers lighting up the desolate garden path,
wrapped with the wilted leaves of winter.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you’re embraced by euphoric exuberance,
you will never know
the secrets of my pining furtive heart,
how much it misses your world,
where I want to be before I walk the last mile.
As I searched the calm sunless afternoon sky- looking for the humming aeroplane;
piercing the layers of patch sky under the fie-
shade of undense orange sapling,
as the effulge plane became fainter-
the hum louder; and the pale trail less unseen;
my eyes and mind kept on searching the- colourless layers of patch clouds; untiring;
before a melancholy bird started in trance a- voluptuous song not far from my height
as she caught my gaze she became afraid- unstable, of even the echo of passing air;
but she didn't flew away, stretching her feathers- clunging the tiny branches in might,
undermining the large unknown evil in me that- even me wasn't aware, which is not fair,
I think with her size, and luster brown colour she- might be from the families of doves
In retrospecting forgotten past, she was inventer- of French kiss; body clung intimate;
as I picked a bolder to cause her harm, I saw her- feets adorn with glib of cut-off reeds
I think she had patiently walk the lather of- insidious love, and now becoming a parent,
in three days when I remembered her; I checked- for she had beautifully woven her nest;
she laid two pale-white colour eggs, and-
whenever I passed, she laid serenely on her eggs,
each time I sat under the tranquil shade of my- sapling orange; she watched me in haste,
till one painfully cloudy afternoon when rainstorm- came, and overpowered her experience
I was away watching Manchester, and Arsenal- play, coming home I meet her wet in farness;
exhaustion, and cold added to her despair as she- watched me picking her eggs on the floor,
I embroided her nest carefully; under the haze of- cold; medleying her stale reeds in freshness;
placing the crack undamage egg in company of- the merge damage shell; as my tears flow,
I ponderously watch as she came some feets to- her nest taking it maybe as derision travesty
she gaze longer at her broken eggs; timid to laid- on them, as we watch ourselves in sterility
without knowing what the other was thinking-
then she flew faintly high onto sky as rain jades
next morning I found her coldly dead, rigidly beside my stool under the sapling orange shades.
Why am I losing grip of reality? Tragedy cuts me like a knife
Trying with my might to believe…that peace will prevail
That God’s Rain can relieve the heartaches of life…and eventually, it will drown away the strife…
Ashes are floating in the sky…
The ashes of our love
The ashes of our love
I treasured it…
Now, I’m crowned with regret...blushing blue
Breaking bit by bit
Honestly, upset…I want the best for you
Reminded of the past when I should be the future
Tortured by the voices in my head
Tortured by the voices in my head
They whisper lies in my head
They whisper lies in my head
In the dead of night,
I feel like you are so far away from my reach
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
Easily led astray by the mindset of “I don’t care”
All I do is drift away…as the music scars my heart
I don’t see you, dreamily going along your way
My dream is to be the happiest guy…and make it in life
I’m going through yet another phase of yesterday
What’s worse – my soul is shattered cuz it’s brittle in your hands
Reminded of the past when I should be the future
Tortured by the voices in my head
Tortured by the voices in my head
They whisper lies in my head
They whisper lies in my head
In the dead of night,
I feel like you are so far away from my reach
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
After a rainstorm, there is a rainbow
Easily led astray by the mindset of “I don’t care”
All I do is drift away…as the music scars my heart
Its delicateness has transformed into this…miserable mess
Wipe the crimson from your lips and sift away your fury
Immediately, you and I stride away into the nostalgic night
Complexion has masked my desires for sonorous singing…quit your straying
Astonished by your magnificence…your mesmerizing
Conspicuously, you flatter me with your swaying…quiet yourself and keep on praying
Craving your stinging stinginess…I shudder, making up my mind quickly – your outlandish nature is hypnotizing
Disengage yourself from your pleasurable passions
And your misleading fashions…
Elated by your excitable exuberance
Solemn silence intensifies and time flies
"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.
I wasn’t gonna write this
But
Emotions are stirring high
Cannot believe
How much time has passed
Still feel your presence
Memories
Of the slowest death
Ever felt
Running parallel
To these present seconds
An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago
So many tears
Had filled the ocean
Of despair
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
Uncertainty
The dam’s of what could have been
Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g f r e e
From its home
Tormented echoes of “why”
“How come”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”
High pitched resonations
Float upon
Rafts of secondary importance
And yet
This heart still knows
For it will always recall
Its truth
Promises
Empty
Played me a fool
While you held hands
With inevitable
Crossing fingers
With diffusion
Across my shoulders
Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
Unreserved
And all the while
I
Simply
Believed
In tomorrow
Because
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind
Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
…No matter.
These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”
But I overcame
For I
Saved myself
Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you
Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
Kinda ironic
You were like Summer & Winter
Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat
Each new arrival
A summer equinox
Each departure
A rainstorm
But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Blizzard languages
Frostbitten
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal
But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real
…
Here I am
52 weeks have past
Occasional recollection
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest
You are in my silent prayer
Always
But
Know this
Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had
So much
That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.
© Drake J. Eszes