Monthly Archives: November 2016
AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
MEMO
TO: Dear Readers
From: E.P. Robles
Re: AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
Ring the bells and kiss the mellow skies
Forget broken years and only Sunday mornings
And from all I have seen
And from all I have heard
i’m okay
i’m not like them
— yea, mostly.
Unless i see you this morning, an archetypal angelic being
moving too fast.
And never would i want you to be than a symbol of
the flourishing weak/
And when i am not looking only then can i feel my
secret thoughts\my secret Life.
:: 11-11-2016 ::
THE DOGS OF WAR
[even i could not speak
to those called, “Them.”]
so Now! (*)Dogs of war (+)and
men of hate
,so they come!
\and All it’s courtesy just
flesh and bone
which may crush so does hope
life & eventually Love
if not prepared./
:: 11-07-2016 ::
cheat sheet: (*) Act 3, Scene 1, line 273,
William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.
(+) Dogs of War, Pink Floyd. A Momentary Lapse of Reason
PARALLEL SEEDS
windy blue waking babies
sleepy cotton too
?kissing
pillow -smell
lovings ❤
so such a perfect day!
eternal something
life from [me]
my stomach
now barren field
bountiful crop
my farmer and me
rocking upon
summer dream-drench
country porch
All hands within my heart
my heart within his
own too.
Just a perfect day
where everyone IS
SOMEONE GOOD!
:: 09-29-2014 ::
:: rev10-06-2016 ::
THE ROBE OF GHOSTS
[so, gather round where i
stand & listen:]
THAT now by autumn’s rumblin’
season; the world & Heaven’s
army is moving forward, to
war.
All within my closed eyes:
dream if i could — i would.
And now All is clear we’re
all insane under rows of
personae’s saber sharp-tooth’d
kiss and we, dear …are
bleeding beneath a lowering
curtain called, “The robe of
Ghosts.”
:: 11-06-2016 ::
BIG RED PANDA
‘i live like cement
a human form as i was
born — too much.’
so late: fluid mental
state –> a human form
where i performed …
red panda. Red Panda
come save me today.
fuzzy hugs warm
nuzzles frizzy!
:: 11-01-2016 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – LXX
THAT it is at night’s
awning through over-past
dazed-berated spirits leaving
that sun-crest hope of cuts?
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul!
That love, too, my longing!
So we fly.
:: ~~ ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVIII
if I LOVE what be more
that I express—stumble tumble
my tears a leg broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
where love that touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never-touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love what be more?
:: 06-09-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXV
Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth!
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show it the light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!
:: 04-02-2014 ::
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