Category Archives: #beauty
THERE’S a burning feeling deep inside me
: — /so i find it so very easy to be true
, and admit i am easily a fool \
i hug the sun at day break
and kiss the moon at nightfall
hmmm.
But everytime you are by my side
i count the moments and watch you
and every move you make: it’s art and
as an ocean’s tide i’m pulled into you.
i know i am not worthy of a treasure
such as you but find it very very
easy to just be me — to be true:
because your mine. So at day and night
you’re upon my mind because you’re mind.
hmmm.
i have fallen inside a deep truth of hearts
figured out fruit flies but not cucumbers
and went down down inside a passion that almost
destroyed me — then your hand pulled me out
of poetic insanity.
:: 12.18.2020 ::
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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 ::
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\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
–//–\
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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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
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