(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 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
One can only wonder
in our hectic day
if the mind could snap
with just a flirt of air
the malaise is more
than just a germ
it resides in gadgetry
and bleeds the peace
and steals the time
of our fragile society
:: 02-14-2014 ::
a step or two into the civilized-wild
just a breath or two from safety
and the stares stabbed me in the heart
and what thoughts they threw i knew
it had to do with the body i grew
sometimes — sometimes i cry enough
but times these times are so damn tough
if i could catch a rocket to the moon
— i would too
i run back into my four-walled universe
where opinion is the hardest, me-on-me
and the only friend i have isn’t flesh
but that special mirror that fixes things
and i cry so tired i cry the world’s tears
:: 02-16-2014 ::
The greatest cosmic joke:
that humans believe
they are in control
of world affairs
the cosmic Jester
— laughs —
(c) ep robles 2012
is for the crazy people
always jumping away
fearful kittens scratching
my-sharp sword for slicing
butter on cold days
and who cares
the ticket meter is full
avocado sliced
bleeding incredible red
and the next flag to fall —
is false like the words
out of that district
…the legal criminals
— you know
look in your wallet
see?
so cry me a tear
then shut it up
— superglue it
no time for fearful twits
grow a brain and grab
your socks —
mother [nature baby]
is pissed
freeze
burn
trans-
for
nation
:: 02-14-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
WHAT we change
changes us
profound ways
inclined
something better
sometimes bitter
and hindsight —
always knows
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHAT do I miss of the older time
before the buzz and dizzy busy?
A quaint moment throughout the day
one of clarity and not dismay
When a walk meant a conversation
between my feet and cobblestone
And a tip of my hat to passerby
was just a kind and noble gesture
What do I miss of the older time…
a sense of sanity and kind humanity
:: 02-06-2014 ::
WHAT slanders the sun
that makes it fall
a settling of debt
paid by all
Her brilliance gone
but save the moon
within seeping cold
at night repent
:: 01-30-2014 ::
SANG the song bird
so solemnly
upon it’s perch
unknowingly in peace
the destruction below
Innocence is blind
decayed reality
below the bridge
she sings to me
melodies of truth
Let’s sing a song
unsheathe the disease
and lay down the sword
the blade is worn
and life is sharp
The bewildered youth
clearly see melee
confusion is the union
Let our future control
and guide us to our fate
We sing the song bird’s
song of truth and light
perched so high above
it touches
— the film of heaven
:: 01/24/2014 ::
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