Category Archives: Spiritual
I fell to sleep a fitful dream
and found myself upon stone steps
I followed a monk into that place
where cosmic meaning lives and breathes
and I heard the canyon winds
and that heavenly chime upon my lips
and sometime later I was summoned
into an antechamber of the Holy One
his age was timeless as his skin
I saw him laying upon a stone bed
and he motioned me come closer
as I leaned over his overgrown beard
so white and unblemished hair
he stared into my eyes and I could not
believe what I saw
stars and life across the universe
looked into my eyes and wisdom
I then knew I was such a lonely man
and my tears could not stop flowing
and I heard that song that never stops
It sang deep within my heart
You will never be alone
and in time you will remember
what purpose within your hands
I kissed the Holy Man
and he whispered into my soul
You will see light in the Darkness
:: 05-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #mysticism, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Eternity, Life, Philosophy, Poetry, Revelation, Spiritual, Surrealism
my tear swell
sadly feels
such —
barrenness
an empty well
— my spirit shell
a gift for free!
‘my inner light’
for the world
to believe-see
:: 05-05-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #compassion, #poetry, #spiritual | posted in Awareness, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry, Spiritual
my mind
my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic
architect
what I dream
I pull
from sub-
conscious
a thought-form
a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
:: 05-05-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles
LITTLE child come inside
the cold will freeze you
and your soul will turn
to that ice that burns
but mama what’s inside
is worse than the cold
what’s inside will kill
my tender little soul
so i walk the sidewalks
and my tears melt ice
and my soul a little boy
loneliness is a pain
that follows sorrow
and i pray for tomorrows
let burn my swollen tears
inside a wintry life
and what i see i cry
and what sounds — kill me
oh i am just a boy
but my soul so ancient
and the wrinkles smile
they say oh lonely one
time alone is good
it heals the heart
and you are never alone
your angel walks with you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #broken family, #crisis, #fear, #love, #pain, #poetry, #sorrow | posted in Life, misadventure, Pain, Passion, Poetry, Sorrow, Spiritual
I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
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in truth i wish to throw up
the viral mess of insanity
and my belly turns and ache
what strange magic changed
the now and here into strange
i hate the people who walk
talk and text and do-sickness
and that latte too — break
i wish for human truth now
and should die soon if not
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #21st Century Disease, #cold love, #fabricated society, #non-human, #poetry, #sick, #tired | posted in Fear, Life, Passion, Poetry, Sorrow, Spiritual
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
digirati night-time romance
zeros and ones flow lovely
black on green is better
than white on black
and in the end we are
offsite disaster-recovery
human-computer interaction
is not the issue dear
but elite intrusive probing
snowden, orwell, and turing
who is in my dreams high or low
nothing but intelligence dear
it’s nothing to get hung about
always know that dreams are more
than the eyes in which we see
and strawberry fields are forever
and what you know is not more
than the dreams we dream and see
let us sleep and wake up in dream
and live life as one forever-be
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #artificial intelligence, #bias, #comptuers, #geek, #life, #love, #poem, #poetry, #sci-fi, #science, #singularity | posted in AI, Art, Poetry, Science, Spiritual, Technology
New Orleans I return
for just a moment
to kiss the witch I know
and drink and eat blood
A most mysitcal place
and most enlightened
spot for me to frolic
Five days from now
Prepare yor proper
I come warlock fashion
:: 03-01-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #bayou, #magic, #New Orleans, #poem, #poetry, #south | posted in Paranormal, Passion, Poetry, Spiritual, Surrealism
IT began not
with a grand plan
but within a fit
of utter despair
and the fury
of God-Light
consumed nothing
but gave all love
:: 03-01-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #creation, #divinity, #eternal, #poem, #poetry | posted in Eternity, Life, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion, Spiritual
E.P. Robles | Poetry 