Google Images – Le Reve (The Dream) Pablo Picasso
WHAT distortion of dreams
over simple lines — trip
my mind when I see
fractured beauty
a contrast color
the beads of red
and yellow
upon broad shoulders
and clasping hands
over burning Mother
A pity short lived —
Fauvism so gently going
but the passion remains
:: 04-10-2014 ::
A world without fear
a strawberry taste quench
and springtime for hearts
summers so brilliant
without glaring heat
what a fall so elegantly
to leave and drop without pain
a covering for romance
and winters white and ice
where your kiss is the taste
of that which is behind —
a Springtime taste…
:: 04-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
Prejudice in society reflects
two horns and a forked tail
deep spider-mud across the land
putrid waters full of dead hearts
Prejudice in society spits
giant columns of hell fire
black doves in the Joker’s mask
four-leaf clovers spinning backwards
Prejudice seeps into the conversation
when lips and brain are not connecting
only the true soul of the bearer
Many bars in hell rejoice in drunken hiss
Clear eyes in a sheath of pure light see
there be no paradise for dark souls
a parade of masquerades for the hidden
chained links of tied tongues scream
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and what of that desire
a pouring rain,
from the heavens, fall
through the funnel skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles stacked. Yet,
another journey in the fall
a figural shaped as my heart
your tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a split
thunder-lightning show my face
from a celestial eye came tears
as an arrow
— my own eyes
which
are
that target
your tears pierced into
that countryside haven
and found your home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire
:: 04-09-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 