THE ant has as much say-sothough burrowing dirt and sand
and butterfly knows so – flies
one above the other below
So humans who work a till
unknowing they build
a castle unknown in dirt
and so above air
one is not greater
the other knows
air and dream
sleeps a cover
of warmth
love
:: 03-17-2014 ::
MANY years since the fancy floor
where feet dance and swish
and body gyrate with lights
eye contact delivers target zone
and blood boil-heart drones
I want to meet that woman
who can keep up with me
and groove and slice the night
and have some left for the bed
:: 03-17-2014 ::
my river called Mystic —
creativity bends
that human creature
drinks the waters
abnormally —
inhumanly sensitive
truly my category
not alive am i
unless creating
:: 03-17-2014 ::
do you know
the eeriness
of life —
shadow speak
innuendo
false love
a strangeness
psychotic being
teeter-totter
a slice o’ knife
against the heart
and in morrow
all is fine
crazy be whom
the poet say you?
or the vile thing
i call brilliant animal
:: 03-13-2014 ::
BONE pure and strong
winds feed my wings
a heart tender-string
bleach dreams swim
My life —
it is my own?
then my butler
— death
and dirt so lovingly friend
bury, or wind carry me
to my imaginal realm
between my dreams and stars
:: 03-13-2014 ::
I drew a wet line
across your leaf-vein
humidity my disdain
and fairies say
golden hearts bleed
a tasty flavor brew
but if i ever sing
in melancholy tone
the heavens know
a sadness yet untold…
If I ever forgave you
let me remember babe
cause the heavy rains
keep pushing me down
:: 03-07-2014 ::
Trip — I fall so sure am I
that my resting place
at your feet, tenderly
that bee seeks a spice
a honey sickle kiss
For me leave your touch
upon that spot that beats
My eternal love dream
seek me and love-see
:: 03-01-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MOVEMENT
Movement
that tryst
between
fear life
souls
grow flee
life’s
do die
light
burn bright
:: 03-04-2014 ::
THE fatigue of life
a limp leather satchel
worn, torn, cracked
and weather-born
within the creases
those letters and bits
fragments of hopes
and dreams dither-be
the sonofabitches
they almost got
the better of me!
:: 02-28-2014 ::
STOP beat breath
breath beat stop
carnival dance
illusions entrance
lover beat-kiss me
enrapture the wind
vocal tenor capture
life slide beside me
what more be wants me
melon slices quench
strawberry kiss lips
butterfly tender tickle
love god angel hug be
father take me-light
save dark-them see
we fight slay ill see
:: 02-27-2014 ::
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