Category Archives: #words

COSMIC FIRE

LIFE-like a breeze inside the soul
to look at me isn’t all you see
a lightblue sun inside my eyes
and shadows beneath the knees
it’s a silly man who isn’t crazy
but God knows it better
than you or me
When you awaken come to me
When you awaken from this dream
Someday when we all come home,
home to that single point;
in a cosmic fire you’ll find
whatever it is you’re looking for
whether or not it’s me

 

:: 05-21-2017 ::


Your Breath

Your Breath
smells of gunpowder;
your Lips, the
colour of lies.

— 06-10-2017 —


ENTRY 4 June 2017

THAT I never once held you
My hands tremble to remember
As water falling eventually flows
The tears too; we know.
THAT I never once kissed you
My heart achingly braves patience
My Soul too; it glows.
There within the beauty of Life
A nestled fire gem sparkling;
LOVE

:: 06-04-2017 ::


DARLING, THE WORLD IS COMING TO ITS END

Darling, the world is coming to its whimpering End.
By large bouts of fits and raging fear! This same time next
week;  our last dance upon the small head of a broken pin.

And the frogs, butterflies, and ravens are singing:

“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —

But you do.  I am so afraid…”

And even though we have plundered all the good deeds
And majestic elements of this beautiful world the Stars
Above shall watch you and me. Hand in hand we will
Walk across the melting pebbles and sands and dip
Our essence into the once blue oceans and leave our
Things behind, even our bones and skin!

And the last flower, blue jay, and dragonfly will sing:

“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —
But you do I am so afraid for humanity!”

:: 06-04-2017 ::


THE BLACK ROSE

When the wind has left your life
like empty sails forever drifting
a lost sense of savior
and the dirt knows just how
many tears have said,

“Just shut your eyes
batten down the hatches
and survive all the bad guys”

And bruised knees beg relief
oh soul the keen victim
for the black rose of love

just sing
just sing
just sing

JUST say!

Just say you’re slaying
all the phantom ghosts
that make you laugh
when you’ve lost your mind
for the love of a black rose.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


BELLS OF ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL LONDON

Bells of St Paul’s Cathedral
i love you
in a dreaming- slipping 
a w a y!
you take my soul with you
dreaming something unlike
my life which I never knew
my heart is a large mouth
but your notes too 
perfect for my plate!

:: 02-22-2015 ::


NO TOLL TROLL

I SEE that death crept by three hooves and a beat!
And as pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings–||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walked scattering blackbirds
and distinctly wept by neon-lit billboards
of that glow in gleeful glamour
Of that painful spoken truth in stammer
and of fated-measured tears all consumed air
of sleepy fatigued wooden scents by
post-rain meltdown exhaustion it slept
in hungry love.

But the gnome cries;

“I’ve no reflection
to redeem & no toll
to troll by due of
fire-speaking
coins upon my eyes!”

Come butterflies come to me!
Here by the side of a wayward soul
At the strike of three-three-three
save the moaning gnome /even now
the crickets sing \ as a praying
unbetraying Mantis plays an E-string
tuned to flat _. twelve times elves
dancing prancing striking frisking
while death breaks down
laughing darkness and survives
to play the flute once again!
:: ~ ::
Rev. 5.6.2017
eprobles (c)


Lust & Love

Lust is the Animal
–>    &   <–
Love is the Soul

:: E.P. Robles ::


TWO CURIOUS MINDS

1
TWO CURIOUS minds entwined with the mind of God;  Einstein and Bohr.  The debate was difficult and more tipsy from decades of argument their friendship soared

2
Determinism an evil force if to be believed by?  Refutes all claims of an eternal spirit that decides external scapegoats lay blame says those without souls

3
And through the window of a prestigious institute a wildly white-haired man peered across the campus and noted a beautiful garden next door

4
It belonged to those who had lost their mind in ways similar to all those who — like him tried.  The lunatic asylum could be his home if not more

5
Back to the blackboard with weapon in hand, the equation for his madness; unified field theory fleeing all sensible manner it hid as a wolf in his den

6
Not a weak heart so his bold heart worked and labored shredding chalk and sweating drops of intuition variables came and left as Mistresses in his mind

7
The gravity of this situation was to marry such forces his ill-born child, not just his own– cried in his arms papa Einstein fed his baby but would never put it to bed.

:: ~ ::