the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
YOUR SCENT
PLEASE LEAVE IT WITHIN THE THICK GREEN FOREST
this is my last poem for many years. focusing on my true love — painting.
PLEASE LEAVE IT WITHIN THE THICK GREEN FOREST
while silent i ate my thoughts
sitting nowhere really
just me and my throat
i remember when i could speak
i ate thoughts
tell her to meet me by the deep
forest green
/where soft souls sleep and dream
\IF time were a river as some think
she’d be over the falls of all i love
::they find deep forest green fine::
and now again my sweet ringing soul
once against hard walls called Life
so remember me if i seem so far away
i ventured beyond briar.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
SHUT IT’S MOUTH
the world shut it’s mouth where nothing seems to destroy the fire within me
so glad nothing is closing my pains /unless a gogh painting\ sometimes i regret
how far i’ve fought the only thing that can
break me is me –>
i know…
i’ve given everything
i’ve given everything i own
i’ve given everything cared
for — so now gone to hell
and far away i screamed to
the outside world.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
REMEMBER EVERYTHING
i pulled myself from this wreck
to see if i could still walk
i touched my mind and focused
on the pain: each moment here
is a familiar sting of trying
to breath each moment
saw the evil in each heart
the only thing i knew each
& familiar day so tried to
kill it all away |||–but
i remember everything //
INTO a luscious void
of every word where my stomach
feels so empty.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the touch of skin now makes
me cry
MID-WAY
the walkway across the bride dear?
we can stop mid-way to watch the
ducks float by as this day does
“Yes dear, let’s do dear.”
We stood. Mid-way and watched
the ducks and emerald-eddies
paint the moment forever within
our Hearts.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
I DO NOT KNOW
why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know
:: 07.28.2020 ::
A RAT WITHIN ITS CAGE
the GOD is a VAMPIRE
we hold up our skin
even now i know i suppose
i chose all the coal to burn
the memories away i still feel
i am sane burning everything
…can you fake it?
for just one more show
(i want to change for you)
do you feel even now: sane?
THIS trick is our DESIRE
i suppose i am cold like this
choice to kill all the rats within
their cages. No one will ever be
SAFE safe! SAFE!!!!!!
:: 07.217.293 Tell me i ;am the
only oNE— the CHOSEN ONE
;; 07.27.2020 ::
BUTTERFLY
i am the blade never made
oh please give me
thunderous eyes
give us love
and surprise
— please
give us
more than
god could ever
from your mouth
are butterflies
spring and energy
of yellow & whites
oh yea oh yes.
butterfly.
i follow you & love
all your shapes &
colors. i do.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
COVID-19
the world is SICK and it is
not COVID-19.
The world is sick and it is
loss of Love
i fell down many steps breaking
my mouth and knees
– felt the sharp sword of
angry hearts.
For they were never loved.
Oh love, oh love come unto
us all. Bleeding deeply.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
NO AUDIENCE NEEDED
\
i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there.
found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw
the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i
had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder
-ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting.
I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.
Alone.
No audience needed. I write for myself.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
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