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
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 ::
Twenty-first century angst beating at the door
and I say who are you, we are me and all together
sliding thumbs across glass of social media device
and we sing a song across ages unknown to lost souls
which way do we go across crossroads in the fog
waiting for the van to come straight jacket-man
take me and you and we and together reality-SEE
oh the tears fall from marshmallow skies-pink
Who said the Pisces fish jumped out of the water
two thousand years it breathed wet air for all
Jesus rode a fin across the water catching men
but now the fish has a dry dirt to learn-walk
Astrological-mumble-jumble jambalaya dish
spice live-give worm-sign spice lives for all
scientific-spiritual hula-loop gyrating groove
Better learn to walk than drown six feet deep
mother universe hold us up just a bit now
grace is good and love is the cream on top
:: 03-11-2014 ::
I grooved it, that rhythm-time
moved it, pass place and mind
made that space for you-yes
and dug deep within life-spice
shoving band-o-negative jell-o
making good on that shake-bake
laugh-smile bleach-teeth dream
dig me so shallow pull me now
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
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 ::
I walk around and down the walk
just another day minding business
and I can hear the people saying
nothing matters but what’s in heart
such a thing needed is more song
about love and life and smiles too
and what does the man say…
listen to what they all sing
it’s what the heart needs
and it needs…la la la ta da la la
and the flowers twirl float soda
and sherbet paints Mona Lisa
and she is singing la la la ta da la la
it’s what the heart needs yes it does
:: 03-02-2014 ::
MY friend of stature walked by
always dream-walking he is
I was leaning out my window
two stories high when I saw him
the giant beast who slumbers
I whistled for him and he turned
and a single step before me was he
his face as wide as double windows
and eyes as large as boulders
but gentle brown fawns in composure
I told him my problems and he sighed
and tears fell down his massive cheeks
I caught a few within my room
and nearly drowned from his passion
go gently my dear gentle giant
I walk with you along the dream path
and may never wish to visit this world again
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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