Category Archives: #beauty

WHEN THE SKY CAME DOWN

WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
in chains.

When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.

Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.

Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.

From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.

When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.

:: 10.11.2020 ::


HAvE REGRET FOR NOTHING BY WORDS

\HAVE regret for nothing by words:

If south were North
then Heaven would burn
Instead the heart should
ponder the mouth
lest words could cut the
cords of souls

–//–\


POLYGON

Polly gone
oh polygon
what quadri-
laterals you
possess!

two-dimensional
(go) figure made
up of straight sides
(besides myself)
oh Polly’s gone
prolly so i still see
your shadows within
my head but full fleshed
within my beating heart

is why Polly’s gone
oh polygon what quadri-
laterals you possess!

:: 07.21.2020 ::


I ASKED THE VAST UNKNOWN

i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.

Is what this is more:

More, so much more!

:: 05.13.2020 ::


OLIVE WARBLER

PREDAWN: my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.

My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.

Life.

An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!

:: 12-24-2018 ::


THERE’S NO ONE HERE

There’s no one here. But me. And that quiet
voice which is the beginning of a thing of
beauty. And today nature is agreeable with
my sentiment of a perfect life; her high
morning sea and cloudless sphere kiss my
tender heart and soul.

Today I have stopped. Thinking. And how when
beauty and love enters one’s life all the noise
stops. Confusion melts.

When nature touches you.

:: 04-08-2018 ::


THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::


INTO THE SPLENDOR

Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight

I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you

We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong

And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you

I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh

while stealing
a little kiss
from my Love

While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight

And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long

:: 02-08-2018 ::


The Divine Art

Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles

:: 09-02-2016 ::

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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 ::