(C) ep robles 2012
IN a dream there I went
at first thought —
i must awake surely now
for i found myself inside
another skin
curiously i watched
as a mouse in a corner
imperative do no harm
then revolt consumed
decency for i knew
just a parasite i was
great haste leaving —
i left the scene
and awoke as a criminal
:: 02-14-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2013
in my sane sanitarium bees gathering
o’er some ocean skinless creature
a burrow knee deep but vastly so
i sometime gather some piece or bits
this — an hour glass shaped thought
finely falling nexus-falls between me
why surreal-lie squashing all i do
and darkness — what of it
:: 02-13-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2013
never awaken
me-sleepy self
for i have taken
a dreamy trip
a laundry list
i took with me
to shop a day
at life’s
other store —
it’s over-there
:: 02-13-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
DREAD —
of all the visitors
which rang my heart
on days in slumber
a feeling known apart
This one I choose — away
come another day or —
a kinder spectre can stay
and share a cup of tea
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(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 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
my self-similar self
nestled within myself
so similar to someone
who resembles myself
such fecal fractal
maddening crap
prevents me so
I may never learn
where lay my soul
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
THERE in my land
of uncertainty
where measurement
has no point in truth
and my heart is particle
or just a wave…
I rely upon your stare
to pleasantly collapse
my quantum wave
For it gives my birth
each new moment
within your physical realm
:: 02-03-2014 ::
WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds
But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…
Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be
Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
MANY secrets hide away
which man nor woman see
Plainly before us they lay
But the trained eye knows
only that which it sees
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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