To feel and express
—– that moment
mixed emotions, tangled web
A heart and word ensnared
that spider-thought
— spinning web
to die entombed
in mental cocoon
is what I fear —
what more to do!
:: 05-13-2014 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
ENTOMBED
LOOSE SCREW
The incredible machinery of reality never
succumbs to broken down parts but at times
requires an oiling with its hidden gears and
coils. Every now and then a cosmic mechanic
forgets to replace a loose screw and the carefully
orchestrated illusion skips a beat and a luck (?)
soul gimpses behind the curtain. The eye that
stares back — an incomprehensible experience.
:: 05-09-2014 ::
PSYCHOLOGICAL CAGE
I walked across the tender land
of a sun-baked road in skin
and the buzzards flew each step
I came across a road kill too
and the carcass smiled at me
‘so here you are in your world,
so small and captured too’
I walked past the dead philosopher
— a raccoon with a smile twisted,
and I felt caught in a psychological
cage of dreams with heat on my heels
I kept my pace and came across
a river of life and it was good
a magical being greeted me, said,
‘don’t ever let them see you bleed,
and never let them see you need.
Life, will make you cry —
living will bake you dry
caught up in a psychological cage
let me be, just let me die!
So, the road you walked came to an end
and the sign post said a few things
‘Welcome to nirvana my sweet dear friend,
you won the lottery of enteral bliss.’
What the fu*k is this psychological,
metaphysical trap of tar pit dreams
we fight to win love and smiles in?!?
‘Never let them see you smile
dream a life of wonderful dreams
and whatever makes you smile!’
said the dead philosophical raccoon
:: 05-11-2014 ::
BROKEN MOUTH
my broken mouth spews
debris of fractured
words —–> a sharp
T O O T H cut the words
downward, alphabet drops
a crimson dew-blew, too
across the media —
of unsocial destitute
barren electronic lands
unfleshed for bare eyes
:: 05-11-2014 ::
THE LOST SOUL
The faceless indescribable thing
approached me from across the way.
My heart, racing as my blood froze,
while a single piercing tone drowned
my ears. Mere feet away from me
it’s wax-like hands reached out to
touch me. All I could do was
stand upon my marble-legs and
silently scream as I watched its vaporous
body violently shift and phase. This, yes,
this is a lost soul I realized
as it gently touched my cheek.
05-11-2014
I DREAM OF NOTHING
dreaming I dream of nothing
if I dream I should dream of you
but my dreams are empty
as that country road yonder
and if I should dream some day
it would be of you and lips
a dream unlike ever dreamed
my passion dreams such things
untouched by flesh or soul
unblemished lips I dream
untouched heart I wish
my dreams one day come true
until then I dream of nothing
my dreams wait for own as you
:: 05-09-2014 ::
A HOLY MAN
I fell to sleep a fitful dream
and found myself upon stone steps
I followed a monk into that place
where cosmic meaning lives and breathes
and I heard the canyon winds
and that heavenly chime upon my lips
and sometime later I was summoned
into an antechamber of the Holy One
his age was timeless as his skin
I saw him laying upon a stone bed
and he motioned me come closer
as I leaned over his overgrown beard
so white and unblemished hair
he stared into my eyes and I could not
believe what I saw
stars and life across the universe
looked into my eyes and wisdom
I then knew I was such a lonely man
and my tears could not stop flowing
and I heard that song that never stops
It sang deep within my heart
You will never be alone
and in time you will remember
what purpose within your hands
I kissed the Holy Man
and he whispered into my soul
You will see light in the Darkness
:: 05-06-2014 ::
TEAR-SWELL
my tear swell
sadly feels
such —
barrenness
an empty well
— my spirit shell
a gift for free!
‘my inner light’
for the world
to believe-see
:: 05-05-2014 ::
MIGHTY ONE!
mighty one!
your gaze, a burn
which spread across
all hidden things —
bring to light
great and small!
what grand warmth
such unbearable hug
each day I kiss the sun!
:: 05-05-2014 ::
SPIRITUAL ARCHITECT
my mind
my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic
architect
what I dream
I pull
from sub-
conscious
a thought-form
a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
:: 05-05-2014 ::
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