so queer that fear
can stretch out time
a stitch in mind
the needle pierce
what eternity avoids
we carry for life
:: 02-20-2014 ::
Category Archives: Poetry
FEAR & TIME
BEAUTY WHAT MORE
that idea about beauty
what more can be said
it is within the eye
but so can it be more
the heart flesh mind
it is either there
or not —
indifference or
convulsion
:: 02-20-2014 ::
What Escape from Society
night falls, smother the frayed nerves of captive souls
like a penitentiary only a lock at the main gate
I crawl over the fallen
my heart in pocket and fractured spirit
a taste of crimson iron-spice in dirt
the ground swells and trembles below my hands
a pulsing monstrous beast come to life
and I, disturbingly intensely pass through
across these lines of densely packed bodies
like moon surface between cavernous crater
my wish like a snowflake above a furnace
to breach the gate and find my life over there
:: 02-20-2014 ::
DRY AND COLD
I dug a hole in time today
within this vast room
an ancient music I played
of a composer distant past
his hand now dry and cold
has touched my heart still
:: 02-20-2014 ::
[Du verpasst Herr Beethoven!]
SO FAR ABOVE
When to dust this vessel goes
another path that I shall take
not to the fields far below
but toward the stars so high above
:: 02-17-2024 ::
A FILM CLIP
So curious to slip
between the cracks
of space and time
A place without acts
or chapters that rhyme
More of a place I say —
we redo a film clip
so poorly made before
A second chance at life
:: 02-17-2024 ::
THE KEY
on previous night
as i lay
my mind entwined
within a dream
nothing more
than just a dream
a vision of truth
did show to me
at creation’s edge
and out of reach
— for mortal man —
is the key
to immortality
:: 02-19-2014 ::
SKY EYE
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
the sky opened its eye
before the world
flew out a flurry
o’ doves speckled the blue
— a rainbow fell out too
below the lid and hooked in place
tears of pain the eye did bled
such a vision could ignite a fright
if my focus — bewilderment…
was not so tight
that rainbow swinging
to and fro beneath
the sky’s eye in the rain
:: 02-19-2014 ::
THE GIVING TODAY
TODAY a chance to help one that hurt
Nothing more gave I but just a smile
Gently lifting such a spirit off the dirt
was nothing more than with a smile
Her health appeared strong but less
was the light that shone within her eyes
I took her hand and said love is real
suddenly her light grew more than fear
:: 02-19-2014 ::
THE POOREST GIVE MOST
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
AND when the wealthy become the poor
and the poor remain as before
who shall share a portion
of bread and water — even more
Tis the humble-poor who know no life
that weakens a soul through luxury
by far the poorest give the most
:: 02-18-2014 ::
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