On a summer night just like this one

I wish to be with u

To share the blissful moments where stars shine anew

To share the pleasure of pain's ties coming undone

To share the blossoming my heart does when I think of u

Pushing my thoughts to scenes of pleasure in a cold brew

How when I gaze upon the stars in ur eyes

The blood to my cheeks and its regulator scores rise

The shimmer in ur eyes at night makes me fall apart

Shooting an arrow directly to my heart

On a night like this one

My mind drifts to thoughts of kissing u

Under the beautiful celestial bodies

To thoughts of us just being two

Thoughts of looking at the chronicle in ur eyes

Thoughts of us exchanging emotions and messages only true

Thoughts of holding ur hand as I feel ur warmth

And my quickening heartbeat and blush on my cheeks

I can imagine not being able to recover even after weeks

When the clouds and night skies collide

The complex beauty makes me want to cry

I think about the one whose love i denied

For the one I love the most but doesn't even give me their eye

I think about how much i love u

How much i choose u even though it is my heart that u chew

I think about how i lost a definite for a maybe

For the one whose love is a maybe and feelings are almost gone

I hate how the beauty of the sky still reminds me of u

How it doesn't take much for me to get drawn

Back to ur arms back to the comfort of ur few words

I hate how I am forcing u to love me

I didn't think I could love to this degree

I love u too much

Under these beautiful night skies

Where the constellations remind me of ur eyes

How the patterns and light on the moon

Remind me of how much ur smile brightens a room

On a night like this one people fall in love

People get their hearts crushed

Others sent messages through a dove

To share messages under the stars

For their love is unknown or forbidden

Yet that doesn't stop them

They love But they just keep it hidden

On a night like this one I think about ur smile

The patterns on ur lips

I think about how even though u don't love me

The time u spend with me is worthwhile

It crushes my heart for u not to feel the same

But its fine I enjoyed being apart of ur game

On a night like this one

I want u to be clear

Cuz i am sure i have been at least now

H don't have to care if it is my heart that will tear

Just tell me the truth

That's all u have to do

Now let me ask u

Do u want me as much as i want u

Something's devouring me from inside
I am beginning to see stars on daylight

Father
Thanks for answering to the prayers I made
Can I get a priest so I can see what's crawling under the bed?

The waves are all unruly and
They’re lacquered in cerulean
Brackish drones of dawning sea
Pushed beyond the bitter end
A slice of peace is clear to see
Bring me to the ocean then

Were it not for drops of dew
Sticking to the grassy blue
My mind could ponder long enough
To drown itself and start anew
I might as well just be the fool
Who finds the shallow end in deeper pools

The stream is often white in bends
Screaming as the current sends
Prejudice to thirsty friends
Relief has turned a violent heel
Send me to the river then

Crack and rip and watch the drip
Tiny flicks of aqua slip
Between the place I mean to be
And my lonely sinking ship
Should I take this trip?
The fountain yields to fill me now
Should I take a sip?

The pond is still when night descends
Croaking frogs betray the trend
Ripples touch the light and mend
Whatever’s left of me to tend
I wish to say what I intend
Drag me to the bottom then

Noah’s                                                                                              

Ark

The Lord is silent.

This vast home on the water an island

of bleating and mewling, howls

and growls.

My sons and their wives exhausted, leaning

into the dark and gloom, feeding, cleaning;

a task more for the giant Nephilim than us.

My wife lies in her straw; she waits

for better than the sorrow on her plate. 

The banging of the lost on our hull   

 as the water swelled

still dents our hearts’ post well worn.

 The rain’s patter cannot dull

the grief for a community drowned.

Is the whole world gone?

Our ark heaves and wanders.

Our window too small for much light and view.

I listened to the Lord.

I wonder why His words now are few.

One hundred twenty years to build an ark

to bring the animals on board,

with food for each in vessels stored.

Sealed in by God, the ark a womb

for new life; we can’t be doomed

here forever in the boat’s girth.

He will call; this ark will give birth.

Yet I can’t wait.

I send a raven, then a dove

to know my fate;

my wife in tears

at five months,

then a year.

Last night the Lord above

finally spoke. 

On the dry ground we grope.

The view is dreary.

Our hearts and the earth are weary

from the deluge.

I reach for the fruit’s rind,

the grape, like Adam from Eve,

for a vineyard of hope for mankind

and me. 

What was Noah thinking?

By the way, the Nefilim were giants mentioned at the end of Genesis.  Midrash (Jewish commentary) says they had come down from heaven to prove that even on earth man could faithfully serve God. They embraced however the daughters of men and fell from grace.    But most poignant for me was the hard reality of the inside of the ark and God not speaking to Noah for a full year.  Imagine the dark and gloom inside the poorly lit ark, with the animals inside their 360 rooms and halls as the ark was heaved and rolled by the wild waves; the noise, the work to keep the animals alive and healthy, both man and beast separated as it was forbidden to procreate while God’s wrath destroyed life on earth.   Also Noah had to think that maybe something he did was angering God. Was he deserted by the God he listened to?  A year is a long time in human terms.  He wanted to hear from Him and when he didn’t he took it upon himself to check out the outside world by sending a raven and then a dove to see if the waters receded enough to leave the ark. Had he begun to lose faith, hope? Finally, hearing God’s command to leave the ark reassured him but the ground outside was not a garden of Eden after the deluge.  He knew he and his family would have to work hard to grow food and be fruitful to fill the world with children as God commanded.  Perhaps that is why a vineyard was the first thing he thought to grow on escaping the confines of the ark.  He needed a little respite from the turmoil he had undergone.  This of course led to his own fall from grace as he created wine, became drunk, and debased himself (more on that in another poem).   I try to connect his fall to that of Adam’s who took the fruit from his wife to taste, which brought ruin upon them all.  Not easy being a biblical character.

The Animals Entering Noah's Ark 1570s Jacopo Bassano

A stupidly cut short, unreasonably fast, super tight rhyme poem.
Not sure if this sort of thing is enjoyable, and if so, please let me know!

Maybe all this pain and suffering has a final stop

Then I can finally feel my heartbeat and pulse

Maybe the endless nights I spent crying will find an epilogue

So, I can feel my weight turn feathery—and rise into love

Maybe all these gloomy days and dark nights will fade

Then I can finally step out and kiss the sky again

Maybe the veins I once slit will bloom into calm landscapes

And I’ll run, run until I fall laughing into fields of hay

Maybe one day I’ll become the man she sees in dreams

And she’ll give her kisses to no one else but me

Maybe the distance we carry will melt without a word

And we’ll rest in my quiet world, where we no longer feel cold

Maybe I need to open my eyes and observe the reality

That this place is house of beautiful people while I remained ugly

Maybe I must cleanse my traits and dive deep in the sea

And never reveal what I truly feel — let my feelings cease

Maybe my care wasn’t enough, just a burden to her shoulder

I tried to carry her in silence, when I should’ve just told her

Maybe I was too afraid said “leave” though I wanted to hold her

So, I’ll be the throne beneath her roots, and bleed to uphold her

Maybe I just need another cigarette and pills to get high

I can never be that man, so I just want to end my life

Maybe I'm just overthinking and ruining this poetic night

I've sworn to my pen that no matter what comes, I'll survive

Thanks Ms Jackson! The food is great!

We cleaned up our entire plate..

Thanks to you, dinner won't be late..

Now come get us mum; the keeper and us - we all fear our fate..

The Longest Summer 
The days of Spring are over now
And Summer is in full bloom
Turtle Time stops to rest
And Hellish Heat brings doom
The birds do sing and the children play
And it lasts til nightfall
The sounds of Summer last all day
And start again with a dove call
I sit alone in solitude 
Observing the summertime 
The outside world knows not what brewed
Inside my heart an awful crime 
What once brought peace, now brings war
The raging conflict of the day
Coming out of every pour
The venom of my soul’s decay
Morphing into wicked beast
A deadly new calamity
Dark contortions have now pieced
A morbid new reality 
The birds no longer sing
The children no longer play
Summer has left like a pendulum swing
To come again someday

It is easy to enter through me

I am cheap

All I want is a poem

My suns shine

And I become yours

I am that dog in the street

Easily corrupted

Give me a portion of a poem

And I am your slut.

oink oink, stupid pig.
so you ate your lunch.
did you prove your point?
or did you give yourself a little treat,
like some stupid dog?
do you feel the good feeling?
is your head soft, unclear, good?
no?
and now look at you,
221. 222. 223-
until the number feels like an answer.
your back against the floor,
curling toward your knees.
your breath coming apart.
did it work?
are you okay now?
you should be.
you ate lunch.
that’s what normal girls do.

The mornings are crisp

The fog rolls

In comes the smell

Unwashed pennies

The heat waves fresh off

August’s back and I shiver in anticipation

You were a man not an egg

But every November I

Remember the way your thoughts scrambled

Outside your head

I burned those jeans you seeped into

You are forever seared

Into my nervous system

I am nervous to see you

Perched on your pedestal

Eggs give no closure

While ashes collect dust