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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 ::
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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 ::
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(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 ::
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(c) ep robles 2012
i caught myself
dreaming myself
streaming lines
disjointed fairy tales
a seam i tripped
and pulled it back
and saw my self
dreaming life
:: 02-13-2014 ::
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TAKE me
and make me
with you
— as one
Break me
eat me
consumed
— as one
Shake me
stake me
my life
— with you
dead alive
heartbeat red
raining grey
— let die
An echo
past life
dreaming light
— a wakeful soul
::01/02/2014::
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I DON’T even want to say hello
unless the cat has run away
could you be more explicit
in your demanding ways
I don’t even want to feed the fish
who says the ocean can’t live
if your love isn’t given my way
Life was easy when it was boring
nothing more than schemes of thieving
so it was when I woke up this morning
Life is so blue when colors run south
I don’t’ even believe in the fairy
who says the rabbit likes the eggs
and Santa has it easy with his wife
Rudolph gives more than his red light
Life is boring but when I’m snoring
life has more than just a meaning
life is dreaming without a reason
I can dream of schemes…
when I’m dreaming in my sleep!
::01/03/2014::
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LAST night I awoke
within my dream
nothing seemed wrong —
at least for me
I lived a full life
while visiting you see
and many years did past —
one day I fell to sleep
when I awoke again
I still remained
my wife of years
by my side hugging me
winter came so many
years henceforth
wrinkled and aching
my bones screamed
but my wife did not awake
so she remained
my last sleep
I clearly remember —
a dream so deep
that when I again awoke
I found myself alone
with youth and just a dream
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