Category Archives: Time
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 ::
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Slender time
such silk!
A memory
slips-do
and life
slender too!
:: 05-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #memories, #time | posted in Life, Poetry, Surrealism, Time
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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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(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 ::
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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #hindsight, #poem, #poetry, #should have could have | posted in Eternity, Life, misadventure, Poetry, Time
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 ::
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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fear, #life, #poem, #poetry, #time | posted in Eternity, Fear, Poetry, Time
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