MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.
‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.
:: 08062019 ::
Category Archives: #mystical
OUTDOOR MARKETS
eye-GASMS are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate meringue pie before
acquiring a human fedora and
impressed all the women at
the outdoor market where
butchers smoke meat and
flay cigars with white whiskered
smiles. Where were the yokes
when sadness crept over the
clouds and a comedian choked
on a badly baked joke. ?
::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019
THE LIfE OF LIVING
I once took a ‘failure’
within my heart
and gave it love
did you see it?
It grew a rainbow
that spanned life
And I said to it
‘Life my dear,
is the taste,
like bitter death’
The summer knows
that it always falls
and then soon,
into a cold wintry truth
Such is the life of living!
:: 11-02-2024 ::
THE NATuRE OF UNNATURAL
i crawl out my mouth
in spoken words
unheard by mostly the world
i drink the life by eye
letting light kissing me
and the people, the
strangely misplaced
a thing not of this world
i consider ably that i do
to keep my distance from
them too
:: 11-02-2014 ::
ET INDE HUC (From There to Here)
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: /\::
SIlENCE SPEAKS
Could silence speak,
what might it say?
Invariably it’s message
should be:
“If I speak, could you
hear? If you’ve listened,
then my voice you know.”
I, my soul and mouth
speechless…
and silence spoke to me!
:: 10-27-2014 ::
THE MAGIC-LIFE LIKE HUGGING SPOON
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 