Category Archives: Poetry

A HUNDRED POEMS – 044

Stay, do not leave;  please, discover me
I am hidden, shadow skin,
Inviolable soul am I
Steadfast!

Those, who stab and bite my thoughts
it is fear, a half-awakened spirit;
kindness, compassion — accused weakness
young souls be children
a sign of misunderstanding
If not for the stars my knees would bleed
their fire support my weight

Love who born me — my mother, kiss me!
a voice I need and her hugs too — please
tonight I incite the prayer

Come!  Come!
Your  child  is  hungry – less
the spirits feed upon that flesh
the world should glimpse a moment

That dreams are true and life a wooden stage
Her wings iridescent blue!

:: 04-08-2014 ::


THE FICTIONALS

Image
(c) E.P. ROBLES

a clean sheet that paper
at birth not a scribble
a play yet to unfold

what character, will be?
and narrative to drive
that actor’s soul-stage

a setup from the start
and conflict in the wings
a resolution for life

we, the fictional
take our lines
from the Divine

and genre —
make mine romance
and not this horror

:: 04-08-2014 ::


BRUTE HUMORS LOVE

What grows —
Love or
        brute
animal behavior
delivers strength
but love —
a future of peace
one a feathered peacock
the other Angelic wings

:: 04-0-2014 ::


SPRING FEVER

Spring fever has come
to all of you who know
and love freedom too

Thomas has a tree
he planted, needs feeding
and any blood will do
a finger scratches

not a sniff-and-do
but a document made
years ago in soul-gold

We love and love do
liberty dance with me
freedom breeds life
and life is a whore
she loves everyone

So now, a silence sings
it’s everywhere too
and the world’s eyes
stare and bleed at you
We have a show to tell

Feed me love my liberty
i taste the blood of ages
and my soul i give to you
oh, never mind the fear
instant fame for heroes

and the tree grows
a stem strong and firm
and guns and roses too
sing me that freedom song

:: 04-07-2014 ::


CHATTERBOX

LOVE
is that chatterbox
a birdsong in morning
and softly whispers
incessantly at night

:: 04-07-2014 ::


VULGARITY

‘Honesty’ doing its best impression
of being a pimp.

:: 04-07-2014 ::


THE BEST FRIEND EVER[lasting]

Pale Rider

DEATH.
That one friend which will never leave you
in good times or bad times — it will always
be there and will never forget you
And when you are having your shittiest day
and want to give up…well, it will embrace you!

:: 04-07-2014 ::


SKIN SCRUBS

MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope

:: 04-07-2014 ::


I SMELLED

I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in

:: 04-07-2014 ::


A BEAUTIFUL MUSICAL

IF you really want to piss them off

turn your horror story

into a musical

:: 04-04-2014 ::