Esther............(3) Poem by Gabe Mendoza

09/17/17

Sitting on the rooftop late, late into the night,
I felt myself soaring past this towering height.
The stars, planets, and moon all have a name,
These celestial beings in the sky don't blame.

It was then I was able to forget about love,
Humans are anything but a pair of doves.
It does not matter what you say or do,
You're always left wondering where to?

Doves do not care about many of things:
Clothes, cars, house, money, and rings.
Everywhere I look in the nighttime skies, it's perfectly aligned.
The stars, moon, and planets show themselves at a set point in time.

To think that humankind could reveal themselves in much the same,
I see how what we hide, inside of our hearts/mind, is misaligned.


09/18/17

Something grew late into night along my house.
It was full of wild emotions adored by a spouse.
Amidst the fiery rage of my deep disdain for her,
I could not run when everyone advise me to deter.

In my heart I feel so weak, when I released myself time and time again.
And in my mind I feel so strong, for I do not want another girl to retain.
Planted deep into the soil, I buried my love for the pretty JeW flower.
She and I need to go. I'm sorry when you called and I didn't answer.

When I awoke the next day, I remembered the looks on her face.
I reached her in ways no other guy could; I know this is my place.

Now I am stuck carrying her blood-stained blouse.


09/19/17

Shakespeare taught us nature's beauty is untrimmed.
Inside of her eyes I knew that I would be outlived.
Every morning I could feel her when Summer was near,
Out in the sunlight when I could no longer feel the DreaR.

I told her how her eyes glow in the frost of winter,
When everything melts away into Summer's water.
In the gold/red tints of Autumn's leaves, how I wanted to hold her by the hair.
In the Festival of our Spring, the pretty JeW flower was broken beyond repair

I pondered often if our Summer could be saved from all this?
Year-by-year when [nature changes course, ] what will I miss?
Then one day I wrote her some lines in answerable verse,
To know that these memories will bring me to the hearse.


09\20\17

I am traveling through the DaRk in my mind;
All I remember are traces of her in the wind.
Since the days of past young, drunk off mead,
I stood there searching for her, begged & plead.

I could not find her anywhere, somewhere-here or there.
It is hard to look for when no one seems to care.
Going deeper into the black void, hearts become insincere.
I thought for once someone would want to share.

One after the other, DeaD lovers remind me of a tune:
The darkest of places is where I wallow in misfortune.
I'm traveling faster through the DaRk, nothing is bright.
In the emptiest of places, nothing enters into eyesight.

There she goes again: Another one called a friend.


09/21/17

Fairest and brightest of all. O! How I wanted to court her.
I recall you on the balcony, sun tanning in the hot weather.

EsThEr!

In nature's capturing beauty like I wrote;
It was written down on a, "stupid" note.

EsTheR!

Let's break apart this 2-state solution,
Everytime you run I am in desolation.

EsTheR!

If you decide to go & leave me out here,
My heart will break into the atmosphere.

EsTheR!

Your Mother and Stepfather said this is the last time.
If you ask everyone involved, they'd say it's a crime.

EsTheR!

If you never had the chance to see, O! To see:
You will always be somewhere inside of me.