Category Archives: Poetry
I walked the sunlit path
and we exchanged vows
and my life was yours
and my heart too
and my breath one with you
how could you have walked
away from me many years ago
I was your only one
who you really knew
and i shed tears for years
so take a look at me now
empty spaces against the dark
but i crawled above my grave
i am not a dead man woman
but resurrected in grace
and God loves the soul
who believes in vows
and i live for one
who wasn’t you
and she is
here with
me now
::; 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #live, #love, #poem, #poetry | posted in Beauty, Creation, Dreams, Life, Love, Lust, Poetry
stone monolith cry
shaped like humans
they wept boulders
and Earth below
shakes tremor love
oh, think twice
what paradise lost
it’s another day
and we all cry
I am a loser girl
and you are lonely
and we cry same tears
think twice today
we are humans living
in a stone paradise
glass towers empty
and fake smiles too
what heat love heart
a clover in fields
maybe we shed cover
and clovers beloved
and you call out
to the crying clown
he gives you balloon
and that smile drawn
is it you or a dream
Do we cry for paradise
or a chance to love
and what can we say
lipstick magic smile
for a day in paradise
what can we sing girl
just another day
in our dreams or chance
I choose to believe
I believe in love
and life and dreams
and fantasy beyond
what flesh-blood
believes in paradise
just a man in a street
and the cold makes
me believe in warm love
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #humble, #love, #paradise, #pity, #poem, #poetry, #realilzation, #writers, #writing | posted in Love, Poetry
IT’S SO HEAVY
all spines break
and cities too
politics cave —
religions too
the mud ups all
and the water
buries memories too
starlight dims
skies and clouds too
i am revealer ma’am
and for you sir’s too
not Death — he is immature
but Me — I am the ONE
love and hate me too
Too…you…boo…cry
no such thing as fair
only pure light unbear
beyond grey matter too
i-love-too-you-boo-you
come to me my mirage
back into my box-cage
let us begin again
and make mistakes right
REPLAY TODAY LIKE A DREAM
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poems, #poetry, #surreal | posted in Dreams, Fantasy, Poetry
Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #anthropology, #dinosaurs, #life, #love, #maintain, #poem, #poetry, #power, #stay | posted in Art, Creation, Fantasy, Love, Passion, Poetry, Surrealism
terminus across my soul
a movement
compressed
the light is ancient
and I am old
what power say you
devoid of youth like
father time — eons ago
the vagabond
begs more
No! No! No! — pleading
be gone this illusion
a single note slicing
passion between notice
We are not who we are
who we be
not what thing
that creeps between —
our
divine dreams
:: 03-17-2014 ::
(c) 2013 E.P. Robles
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #dreams, #expectations, #life, #love, #poems, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Beauty, Death, Eternity, Life, Poetry, Surrealism
MY sight not of a keen eye
nor spectacles to shape edge
it is a hidden thing in secret
one not mentioned in daylight
it tells no tale of word or scent
and color — hardly present
but reveals past-futures-past
an end-state and beginning
what-could-should-will-be
all depends upon singular point
that consciousness travels —
across quantum foam oceans
infinite possibilities
for you-us-one-me
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #paranormal, #poetry | posted in Paranormal, Poetry, Spiritual, Surrealism
I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #poetry | posted in Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
the giant-eye
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
invention/creation/imagination
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #creativity, #imagination, #invention, #poetry | posted in Art, Creation, Eternity, Poetry, Revelation
HAVE you heard the song
one without notes —
but sang with word
a rhythm heaven bird
and wings that stanza
this shook-shock sway
my bearing and house
a mini-death many times
the nest dances and egg
a birth of word and say-song
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Passion, Poetry
FATHER, oh father where were you
my crib is destroyed by time
and clothing many sizes bigger
and scars upon my heart and soul
that list many write of loss
too lengthy for me to scribe
some memory still exists —
imagery through thick glass
once I believed I be born
but now reside in resolve —
you were never birthed nor lived
and me by mother —
immaculate
conception
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abandonment, #pain, #poetry | posted in Family, Life, Pain, Poetry, Sorrow
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