Category Archives: Time

THE Will-Be WAS

will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say

And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it

will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it

They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it

As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was

:: 02-11-2018 ::


SLENDER TIME

Slender time
such silk!
A memory
slips-do
and life
slender too!

:: 05-19-2014 ::


THE ILLUSION

time, that illusion
it’s cousin – motion
neither exists
beyond human eyes
— all is static
never changing
just a unified field
expanding
contracting
and universal
consciousness
watching rapid flickers
of death-rebirth

:: 04-22-2014 ::


A CASUAL STROLL

I marched in place
of Father Time
This did I
for me and you
That he would run
is not like me
A casual stroll for all
toward Eternity

:: 03-02-2014 ::


A CASUAL STROLL

I marched in place
of Father Time
this did I
for me and you
that He would run
is not like me
a casual stroll for all
toward Eternity

:: 03-02-2014 ::


HARBINGER DELIVER

Image
(c) E.P. Robles 2013

Oh my Father did not you hear me!
that day I was born a harbinger
for the words I spoke were a cry
and emotions, high as love, joy,
fear, and pain visited that night
this day again, those friends of my
first-day arrive —
Oh, cry I do!
but more a machine-drive
for all my tears have dried
and so my love and joy
but fear and pain —
never relinquish their place

:: 02-28-2014 ::


TIME MARCHED BACKWARDS

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(c) E.P. Robles 2012

MY life passed me by
backwards it walked  
never looking behind

I knew it’s path before
to follow was my desire
but time restrained myself

A witness was all my role
to see mistakes, nothing more
the reversal of misfortune
a pittance of late wisdom

:: 02-26-2014 ::

 


OUT THE WINDOW

That easy rhythmic sound is what i need,

a swing beat in jazz to touch and feel.

So I do my best to stay one foot ahead

of those lazy-crazy slices of falling time

of which some are stuck in the inferno trees

outside my window. A hellish wind fans them

but I rely upon Count Basie to sooth it all out

and I won’t look out the window anymore.

:: 02-25-2014 ::


FEAR & TIME

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 ::