(c) E.P. Robles 2012
fragment image smiling
disjointed feelings reeling
shifting time’s a feeling
so fine this lovely healing
I’m flying over you —
safely crazy you
the wolves are out tonight
secure my burning feelings
Tarot giving higher vision
so lost within possession
what last heartbeat collision
it sings to me tonight
deeply sleeping in obsession
car crash moment halting
twisted dreams in mesh
my dreams become a stalling
beneath the dashboard lights
A night for youth but haunting
living fast and burning
confused illusions running
too soon we pass beyond
:: 02-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #accident, #car crash, #collision, #death, #mis-adventure, #partying, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #youth | posted in Horror, misadventure, Pain, Poetry, Terror, Youth
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
mirror mimic me
show me shadow
perfection glass
give me lies…
mind me mirror
speak easy
flowers —
mist of perfume
tonight is sin
tomorrow beg
grace above —
who forgives
time burns
my flesh young
plans in plans
i trick you…
twisting fate
upon my finger
command you —
with my power
tonight I dance
sing and kiss
tomorrow wake
put on my face
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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strong pain
gentle love
anger gained
flesh burned
lust served
angel or devil
what be your name
something to hold
the chasm is deep
give me a bone
Sun kisses
skin and hair
and moon —
stabs man-flesh
fang and talon
bent knee upon
bone-flesh altar
you rule all
giver of life
take what you want
:: 02-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #birth, #death, #duality of love, #love, #lust, #mystery, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #romance | posted in Uncategorized
i had a date
once a while ago
and we drank
and smoked
and ran the talk
in the end
she said
you’re f*cking crazy
so we left
and the road
sucked us up
and I fled
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V
below the dirt
and found a gem
a crystal skull
full of hope
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
my self-similar self
nestled within myself
so similar to someone
who resembles myself
such fecal fractal
maddening crap
prevents me so
I may never learn
where lay my soul
:: 02-06-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #belief, #consciousness, #fractal geometry, #numbers, #patterns, #poem, #poet, #poetry | posted in Art, Eternity, Mind, Nature, Poetry, Psychology, Science
THE sweetest love
my love —
passion in part
a sprinkling sorrow
a taste of lust
a dash of fear
mixed with blood
sweat and tear
Such a recipe
life-delicious
:: 02-05-2014 ::
4 Comments | tags: #life, #love, #passion, #poem, #poetry, #romance, #together as one | posted in Life, Love, Pain, Romance, Sorrow
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SCORNED for beauty
that mark of desire
a sentence served
until old age reprieve
To carry this burden
unjust for those
The only crime committed
— at birth
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
LITTLE voice speak to me
refrain not from truth
gently whisper what’s to be
I have no other council
save the trees that sway-speak
or mocking birds who sing
My mouth shut and heart open
and do walk in my forest light
Here upon this grand rock
I patiently wait for your wisdom
so speak to me as I will listen
:: 02-06-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #inner voice, #path, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #soul, #spirit, #wisdom | posted in Life, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHERE is that grand thing
so elusive the unicorn doubts
and rainbow would walk in arch
and bee turn blood to honey
if it come to visit one day
Love eludes me my gentle one
delay your departure my heart
Faith is my rock and I hold it
it’s weight too heavy to move
:: 02-06-2014 ::
3 Comments | tags: #love, #passion, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #romance | posted in Life, Love, Poetry, Romance
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHAT do I miss of the older time
before the buzz and dizzy busy?
A quaint moment throughout the day
one of clarity and not dismay
When a walk meant a conversation
between my feet and cobblestone
And a tip of my hat to passerby
was just a kind and noble gesture
What do I miss of the older time…
a sense of sanity and kind humanity
:: 02-06-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #humanity, #kindness, #old times, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #the past | posted in Poetry, Society
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