Implied But Denied (Eyes Of The Apocalypse) Poem by Steven Drake

A night of pleasure everything's gone.
Women of love to do you all wrong.
Simple in facts of my procedures.
Stealing me blind sighted of what
I've really needed. Nothing cherished
In wounded soul. The terror down this
Treacherous road. Writing prescriptions
Of what I should own. Cost me this price
Of penalties sold. Skipping over cold
Blooded stones. No fair traditions gained
Where cowards still roam. Off of my
Back where money is gold. Silver
Lining remains to be seen. Out of closets
Where eyes should come clean. How can
I take this in poetic dream sequences?
Sliding off time in choral refrains. Some
Preachers falsify their hidden mistakes.
One sided. Chided. The evidence bleeds.

Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.

No more whiskey in rhyming schemes.
Asunder of rights where homes should
Succeed. Broken vows where evil can
Sleep. Unconscionable fires in the realm
Of defeat. Enclosures met by the bottom
Lines of what I create. Fear in the process.
Secret confessions atone for nothing.
As of real. Wicked wry rues. Hews
Of a different color already used.
Biting the bullet's down side of abuse.
Terror stricken in these terrible throes.
Hell bent for fire's desire of gifts gone
Out from you. No fair accords in the
Music they've used. 'Piano Man.'
'The Innocent Man.' Et al. Erstwhile
For 'A Horse With No Name.' Truth
In back stories for the crazy stealing
Their American dreams. Egregiously.
Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.

Never allowed to be just me. Actors in
Cons of the games that they play. No one
Gives a damn in character for reason
Of your integrity. Fire and brimstone.
Neither here nor there to ever be free.
Out of the shadows for merits deceived.
Writing for fair contentions that
Constantly bleed. No circle of friends
For false benevolent greed. Still born.
Shudder cases that lie through their teeth.
Wishing me dead, inside of their burglaries.
Bomb shells and talking heads. Norman
Kurban. Jeff Hanna and others. My sister
Would sleep with anyone to betray me.
Like mother and father that's gotten
Away with anything. Testing my rights
For their embittered shame. As my
Older brother is Cain for his evil ways.

Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.

For a wife who would lie on the witness
Stand. No one believes in God that I've
Been left alone with. Struggling with
My faith's resolve each day that I live.
Fighting injustice with no saving graces
To ever forgive. No enlightening treasure
Troves for epiphanies stolen out of my
Hands. Might as well had amnesia to
Forgive and forget. Until overwhelmed
By the denial that came crashing down
Upon me. No miracles in magic of the
Terror that's vilified me. Through the
Shock of liars and thieves. As an honest
Man for all whom can doubt me.
No one in my corner for stolen evidence.
How real to touch upon these words
That are visceral? Hitting me from
The inside out of terror's treachery.

Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.

My goals their killing fields. No 'River
Of Dreams, ' in the wealth of undertows.
Self compliant to no one there for my honesty
Sold out for all of my back stories. From
Childhood smothered. Scarred. Beat down.
Threatened to be in further harms way.
Collusion's culprits in depth of my soul
Whisk away. This journey's slippery slope
Out of derision's coping skills. Enthralling
To everyone else. Nightmares stealing
My hope to ever succeed. No religion in
Family's false piety. Deception's wicked
Webs that they weave. As of yet for what's
Fulfilling beyond my preparation to change.
These events on horizons for the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost. For my faith kept
In secrets of my prayers past predators.
Singing songs of my laborious poetry.

Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.

Die for tomorrow. In hearth of heartache's
Goals. Suspended from my own animation.
For reality taken. As if I've never had a
Chance to live. For all whom buy off the
Law. For unconscionable sins. But what
Do they care? For the words that's made
Them millions. While I've been forced
To take these consequences. Like I've been
No one to anyone. For whose wrath of God's
Displeasure? That rally around their evil
Trends. In the glass hour's strains of sands.
My nightmares for sharing who I am.
For all procedures lost to villainy's cruel
Hearted suspension bridges. Writing
For the sake of my soul's forgiveness.
Thought I should die. Crying out for mercy's
Christendom. Just to feel that I've been
Born again. Just for creative despondency.

Implied. But denied. Treacherous eyes
Of the apocalypse.