Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
the giant-eye
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
invention/creation/imagination
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
digirati night-time romance
zeros and ones flow lovely
black on green is better
than white on black
and in the end we are
offsite disaster-recovery
human-computer interaction
is not the issue dear
but elite intrusive probing
snowden, orwell, and turing
who is in my dreams high or low
nothing but intelligence dear
it’s nothing to get hung about
always know that dreams are more
than the eyes in which we see
and strawberry fields are forever
and what you know is not more
than the dreams we dream and see
let us sleep and wake up in dream
and live life as one forever-be
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Twenty-first century angst beating at the door
and I say who are you, we are me and all together
sliding thumbs across glass of social media device
and we sing a song across ages unknown to lost souls
which way do we go across crossroads in the fog
waiting for the van to come straight jacket-man
take me and you and we and together reality-SEE
oh the tears fall from marshmallow skies-pink
Who said the Pisces fish jumped out of the water
two thousand years it breathed wet air for all
Jesus rode a fin across the water catching men
but now the fish has a dry dirt to learn-walk
Astrological-mumble-jumble jambalaya dish
spice live-give worm-sign spice lives for all
scientific-spiritual hula-loop gyrating groove
Better learn to walk than drown six feet deep
mother universe hold us up just a bit now
grace is good and love is the cream on top
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Should I skip a tulip upon
the face of death so elegantly
the horror or pleasure being
release of state or satisfaction
that tethers are cut to flow
above the skies of blue release
Human flesh I sing-weep for you
the perfection incased in beauty
Lower lips cascading tear-love
most souls sweep into the sea
but your love floats a heaven
:: 03-03-2014 ::
Persona non grata —
I sang beneath
the moonlight sonata
a ghost finger touched
a quiver — semi-tone note
my soul did concave
beneath that haunting
longing aching spirit
So persona non grata
my coattail in winter snow
:: 02-25-2014 ::
I dug a hole in time today
within this vast room
an ancient music I played
of a composer distant past
his hand now dry and cold
has touched my heart still
:: 02-20-2014 ::
[Du verpasst Herr Beethoven!]
[image courtesy of Google Images]
Quite simply, the macabre fascinates me
my readers know and perchance the future too
My words are the actors and your mind the stage
As my parents I too ventured to entertain
albeit in a more sadistically tortured way
The life of a writer is indeed isolation and
the fantasies and cravings of fear and hope
intermingle into a tapestry of literary lies
But therein a nugget of truth between things
as fiction and fact — what is life if not
fact and fiction? We proceed along our path
as though only truth resides on the corporeal
plane. To defy light-of-day reality is to
exist in a world of one’s own fashioned by
bravery, instinct, and honesty.
I wish the future the very best but feel
the cloak of humanity shall do us all in
eventually.
Am I right? Tis so I do believe, yes.
I do.
:: 02-14-2014 ::
weathered heart sun bleach
bloodstained dreams sing
tender notes ivory be
of memories past time
and longing be strained
such power still remain
but less than i wish
what gave strenght
my love to death
i fear it the most
be strong this life
and live this dream
that breath in us
a gulf that keeps
our dreams at bay
awaits weaker souls
:: 02-12-2014 ::
(c0 e.p. robles 2011
Flamenco guitar tremolo string
tingle spirit umbrella drink
enticing spice taste spring
artist seduce the moment
falling lust burst reds
fire air lung moan
lost in life
lust most
love
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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