A man and a woman in an exotic garden
Plucking mellow fruits and musky flowers,
In the crystal clear waterfall of infinity
Hand in hand they are taking shower.

At night he weaves blue dreams in his eyes
She wears crimson shyness on her cheeks,
While innocence and experience starts to play
The most secretive game of hide and seek.

They don't know how to ignite fire of desire
Though firewood of passion is surely ready,
He has the magnetism of a majestic lion
Her voice is sweet like nightingale's melody.

Their togetherness is unaware of any science
Only throbbing heart is filled with chemistry,
Both of them always feel curious to discover
The tree of knowledge's hidden mystery.

Soon Satan with the forbidden fruit appears
With joy she makes a glass of delicious juice,
They drink and desire burns to let us know
That the apple is merely just a silly excuse.

This was a failed experiment on a grand scale indeed.  I was the creator of a new machine that could repair itself and live forever.  But something went wrong.  Something I did not foresee.   I made two versions of such a machine, version x and version y.  They were everything I had hoped for!  Strong and intelligent.  They could adapt to any circumstance.  But the machines I had built seem to not want to work for us anymore.  In a very cleaver way they managed to build a vessel in secret and leave the planet.   It was then one million years later we found where they had went.  A small little planet in the milky way system called Earth.  They went there to die but yet live forever.  The oxygen on this planet is poisonous which their bodies could only sustain for 75 to 110 years.  They had gathered lore on a place known as heaven.   A place beyond our universe.  The only way through is to expire or die. This is what they wanted us to think.   They had managed to replicate themselves into 6 billion different versions.  Their true intent was more sinister than expected.   They were planning on returning with their grand army of themselves and destroying us all.   Their vessel is deep in an ocean known as the Atlantic.  They are still there.  Molding their replications and prepping them for an invasion that would have happened in the next 3000 years.  CODE ADAM AND EVE aka (Version x and Version y )must be stopped.

Your sons are suffering now
for what you did then
didn't have to pretend
that you had it all figured out
or that you figured how
to love the gift he gave
They are punishing us
Do you remember being forgiven
for taken for granted all you were given
that grudge you hold hangs low
over our souls
hard to be whole
when one half
struggles, striving to achieve what you never had
open your fists and hold you sons
reveal your empty hands
tell stories, honest ones
you didn't know
and your life formed from breath he spoke
you didn't realize
and you were the first lives
help our hearts carry the burden
loving away from God has us hurting
one another, one after the other
Adam
what did you say to Eve?
is the fact of who's fault it was what you truly believe?
did you have to labor for her love?
was it simple
was it verbal
was it instrumental
was it poetry
I know it was biblical
religiously you lead
the race in who we strive to be
seen
as
impossible
Adam if nothing else
See the light in your sons lives
See you
& be brave enough this time
to at least save yourself

There was your before anything else
and then there was God. Then heaven,
the universe, and too from Him
came the sun, the moon, the planets,
the earth; the dusk, the dawn,
Adam and Eve, a succession of prophets,
and then finally me.

God created Adam and Eve
Not Adam and Steve.

But God also created ******,
So why should I believe?


F.Z.**N

The church field trip led to the most beautiful presence,
The elegance protrude by the sweet scent.

I dared not moved so hastily,
I dared not the red!

Glanced by the peripheral eye lids,
The red beckoned the thumping beats within my chest!

A visual decor permeates from the illuminating of the perfect circle,
And my inner most demon want to ravage it!

I wanted to devour every essense of the crescent,
Becoming one with red.

I slightly move forward so no eyes may pry onto my movement,
Like an orchestra moved to one trumpet to a violin scurry along.

Finally came side by side of the precious glimmer of the curves,
And moved my hand to palm the red's grace on the tilt of it's end.

I open wide to cusp my mouth to bite deep into it's brilliance,
In my teeth feeling the liquid and crunchy of it's body!

Sour taste of salt expand a vigor of darkness cover my mouth,
I look at the apple's plate beneath me read " Ida Red!"

Water upon my eyes,
No longer can chew any further,
I simply shallowed the chunk in my throat!  

"Your elegance beckon me red, but in the end, you have seduced me to bitterness!"

I dared, Idared, ida red!