LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter…
that Summer always
within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
Daily Archives: February 22, 2020
WEATHER OF LOVE
The Mighty Devourer of Insatiable Hunger
THAT when mountains move as rivers
reverse their course
The smell of
fear!
Fear~
the s u n ‘ s l i g h t
obscured
The mighty devourer of insatiable hunger
near!
n e a r !
And economies, sweet industries of Hope and Deliverance
consumed
is the name known by many
called
COMPLACENCY!
Tomb!
Tomb!
A VEGAN AARDVARK
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up &sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark. THE Policeman chewed his
m0uth-
side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) &
my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me. The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
No Title
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.
::02.10.2020::
WEATHER OF LOVE
LOVE curved within a fame ember dancing heart exquisitely soft and words?
From a Northern Wind into a caste-flake of burning ice softly fell upon our pressed lips and winter…that Summer always within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
MORNING BLESSES
BECAUSE all of nature testifies
by color, beauty and grace
that winds are sheets of fresh
mornings; the dew dots each
leaf and birds of all feathers
sing joyous tunes is how Love
kisses me is how Spirit flourishes
with all hearts!
::02.16.2020::
TRUNK
WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more
defined.
My skin is relived by the sunburn.
I did not follow her down to a bridge by the
creek but rested upon the trunk of an
e l e p h a n t.
Then again mostly upon knights and queens
i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life
is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.
::01.26.2020::
SOMETIMES IN GOOD TIMES
SOMETIMES the good times & sometimes
we get what we want )sometimes(
Having had a Dream within this Dream
was a long long time ago and Lord knows
this isn’t the first time, no it isn’t the first time.
How we dreamed and dreamed of each other
without knowing each other’s names or where
we lived and breathed — so, please let me know
oh please let me know how you are while
an ocean keeps our hearts apart — this good
man is so in love with
your voice and smile and sunny Soul.
Goodnight, goodnight sweet darling.
BLESSED ARE WE
Tomorrow is tomorrow and today much as yesterday–
smelling time tastes like frozen pipes
in winter-time. There, across the kitchen table
i see a beach of white sands and emerald waters –let us jump across the kitchen table and rush the ocean. Your hair is golden brown and your legs are tall skyscrapers with many talented tenants — I am the only tenant but pay nothing in hard currency.
You and me are One.
The birds no longer fly into the windows of our Souls — we have opened our windows to allow fresh beauty into our World.
::02-22-2020::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress and
even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s
nature; life flows like…
B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;
‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’
yea oh
yea
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.
::02.22.2020::
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