Category Archives: Life
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
II
thinking with my organic something is unappeal
how to enjoy the meal life gives bland stove-top petrify indoctrination gadget
infused miniaturization of ghastly do-little meat puppets chatting nonsense
when weather is fair.
regardless of my attire my organic something always dresses in emperors
clothing and secret eyes admire from afar the fine tailoring of that 3.5 pound
of mystery meat whose function I could care less about unless it’s under a
scalpel in bright lit operatic stage
i am the audience and the play and refusal to say my preordained lines is an
orgasmic neurotic sensation that mostly only a God can know — save me
Please…save me, okay?
and when that musty wind glass shatter beneath carpet-burned boney knee I am
very pleased as the pain is affirmation that my knee still alive but the rest
of the husk of a carbon-based brilliant animal is walking dead beneath sodium
vapor light abandoned roads leading nowhere but that spot you sleep and wake
and dream and shit and eat and copulate upon.
that spot…dirty isn’t it?
my refusal to admit or decree a sacred source
but flowers toil and the soil is moist
a perfect spot for this organic something
a depth of six feet south
:: 02-08-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #death, #eternal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #realization, #writers, #writing | posted in Death, Dreams, Eternity, Life, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
a strain of realization
beyond the eye-see
a touch of familiarity
delicate is such wonder
a poised daisy in a field
more expansive than mind
dropping tears in vast
nothing do
a gleam of immortality
dipped fog-dew
:: 02-08-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #clarity, #death, #immortality, #life, #poem, #poetry, #vastness | posted in Death, Eternity, Life, Mind, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I gave my love to one
and swore to God above
she would be the one
I would die in old age
loving and cherishing
and this I swore before
mankind and heaven
even the angels of glory
that she walked away
was not my bidding
so here I stand
firmly in faith
that my word is strong
and shall never sway
that she walked away
does not mean
I did the same
so I remain
empty handed
but still in love
:: 02-07-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #commitment, #death, #faith, #heart, #love, #loving, #poem, #poet, #poetry | posted in Beauty, Divorce, Life, Love, Pain, Poetry, Sorrow
A drop of tear split ages
asunder my fears lover
time no more than mind
but love such as ours
gently touches life
and living must we
between fear and pain
and love and fame
nothing compared dear
to that heart of yours
that which I die for
many times each day
my majesty lives
within my dreams
love and lover
forever more
:: 02-07-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #despair, #love, #poem, #poetry, #romeo and juliet, #tragedy, #true love | posted in Beauty, Death, Life, Love, Pain, Poetry, Romance, Sorrow
THE sweetest love
my love —
passion in part
a sprinkling sorrow
a taste of lust
a dash of fear
mixed with blood
sweat and tear
Such a recipe
life-delicious
:: 02-05-2014 ::
4 Comments | tags: #life, #love, #passion, #poem, #poetry, #romance, #together as one | posted in Life, Love, Pain, Romance, Sorrow
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
LITTLE voice speak to me
refrain not from truth
gently whisper what’s to be
I have no other council
save the trees that sway-speak
or mocking birds who sing
My mouth shut and heart open
and do walk in my forest light
Here upon this grand rock
I patiently wait for your wisdom
so speak to me as I will listen
:: 02-06-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #inner voice, #path, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #soul, #spirit, #wisdom | posted in Life, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHERE is that grand thing
so elusive the unicorn doubts
and rainbow would walk in arch
and bee turn blood to honey
if it come to visit one day
Love eludes me my gentle one
delay your departure my heart
Faith is my rock and I hold it
it’s weight too heavy to move
:: 02-06-2014 ::
3 Comments | tags: #love, #passion, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #romance | posted in Life, Love, Poetry, Romance
(c) E.P. Robles – 2013
SLEEPING I dreamed I had a wardrobe
and there were every kind of costume,
each one for the fantasy of life.
But the police cuffed my hands
saying, “Don’t you know kind sir,
we control the fate of humanity.”
The dream police took me away,
saying there’s no court for my offense
and they threw me back into the cell
where waking people sit and wait,
hoping of a life where they can dream too.
:: 02-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dreams, #hope, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #repressive | posted in Dreams, Fantasy, Life, Poetry, Politics
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fear, #hard, #life, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #rock heart, #seasons, #sorrow, #writers, #writing | posted in Life, Love, Pain, Poetry
WHEN I was just a boy
I learned the law of love
the truth sat beside me
and it burned inside
Listen up and understand
it said to me if you can
Love is not a right
what you give
is what you receive
So many years passed
and I still hold true
to the words spoken to me
and live the law of love
I am only a man
just blood and flesh
but await my time
to find such love
I live not for life
but to find the woman
who will give me love
only then will heaven sing
:: 02-04-2014 ::
2 Comments | posted in Life, Love, Poetry
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