IN the beginning the word was ‘ah’
and all the stars and worlds were born
and ancient steps of time by law
ensued a caldron of life un scorn
then those with soul and heart became
entwined in union the word be ‘ah’
and soon a gift of child was born
so it was and so it be the power of ah
that even this sound in baby’s breath
da and ma and even God
:: 02-20-2014 ::
night falls, smother the frayed nerves of captive souls
like a penitentiary only a lock at the main gate
I crawl over the fallen
my heart in pocket and fractured spirit
a taste of crimson iron-spice in dirt
the ground swells and trembles below my hands
a pulsing monstrous beast come to life
and I, disturbingly intensely pass through
across these lines of densely packed bodies
like moon surface between cavernous crater
my wish like a snowflake above a furnace
to breach the gate and find my life over there
:: 02-20-2014 ::
So curious to slip
between the cracks
of space and time
A place without acts
or chapters that rhyme
More of a place I say —
we redo a film clip
so poorly made before
A second chance at life
:: 02-17-2024 ::
TODAY a chance to help one that hurt
Nothing more gave I but just a smile
Gently lifting such a spirit off the dirt
was nothing more than with a smile
Her health appeared strong but less
was the light that shone within her eyes
I took her hand and said love is real
suddenly her light grew more than fear
:: 02-19-2014 ::
YOU love simply and love-adore
before the first
tiny footstep
hush baby breath
before
the gift you gave twinkle eye
baby hand hug so tight
your soul beyond the gulf
timeless space-fizzy-place
I live just for now my child
to bring you here — for awhile
thank you for this honor!
such sorrow my time is short…
but we have eternal roles
I shall see you again-again
:: 02-10-2014 ::
[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 ::
in the echo i heard your name
a hollow thing rang in heart
inside a bell the bats flew
what i knew i could not see
but my conscious knew it well
we took too much time and today
our paths should have never crossed
my belle dance the shadow night
until we meet another place
another time we’ll give it all
i could ever wish to match
the beauty of this love
this beauty pure simple beauty
:: 02-14-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2013
When we first
open the book
of life —
tis a mystery novel
and looking back
after time —
a catalogue of memories
:: 02-14-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2012
so became my friend who offered my life
beneath the shade of elephant eye
the brownest emotion of nature’s side
sahara knew me very well — she feels
baking the skin of back from olive
to black i love her fields
two nights before the feather fell
the light accord
my fair-weather dear
tonight i run to fetch my meal
quickly-swiftly upon death’s heel
:: 02-13-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2012
WHAT loneliness
my mind asked
my heart replied
yes it did —
a giggle-snort
yes we are
like pea in pod
relationships sail
on damanged good
and golden compass
we have a-me
and me is good
:: 02-13-2014 ::
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