Tag Archives: #abstract

January 2, 2015

I HAVE SEEN THAT SUN OF YOU

By EPRobles

i have seen that sun of you like
the light

(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
…. .                       …
. .. . . ………………….*

the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life

the stir is unutterably a broken wing

dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields

when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die

:: 01-01-2015 ::

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December 26, 2014

A NAMELESS FACE

By EPRobles

While my soul;
streets so wet by
humid Mississippi
waters swept! in
a day so brightly
amazed by slightly
muddy scents in air!
and life so quietly
through with and
barged words float!

when love has walls
the tallness brightly
burning upon hearts
perhaps time passed!
but my heavy star
pulls the loveTime
like gravitysWELL
the conqueror of LIFE
is beating in us all

its nameless face
sweetness placed
within the center
of all our souls!

:: 12-24-2014 ::

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December 26, 2014

TEN THOUSAND YEARS TRUMPS TWO THOUSAND YEARS (and primitive GodBeast Died Many

By EPRobles

i ha(ateingly) laughed
pink(stingily) va(GINA)voOM
just more chances like
OOPs(portunity) and your hand
felt more velvet, mummyHumming
bird kissing scarab tears
blue desert death buried
sands!  You said, “I waited!
Buried!  And a brain jarred
in a hermitically sealed
dream of thousand years”
Hmmm…I only wanted kisses
dusty tears wet my dry heart
blessing yet to be cross
Jesus was just a celestial
thought when primitive human
drug knuckle-hungry mouth
fighting Cro-Magnon beasts
who carried that cross
before homo sapiens God

:: 12-24-2014 ::

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December 19, 2014

TWEET BEAK

By EPRobles

ACUSE life!
your strength
abused such nature!
like wings
stretched across
your angry heart,
hush!  Abuse
nature!  Love,
the tweet-beak
of innocent eyes
//see YOU human-
nature so fragile
that anger consumes
all the gentle love
of nature’s heart!
So too the river
consumes flesh
and bone in rage;
eddies, rockS,
and scorn!
But I, the broken
part between
nature-heaven
give my love
to this world!

:: 12-18-2014 ::

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December 5, 2014

MAGNIFICIENT EXPERIENCE

By EPRobles

WHAT thief!
Coy and soothing
belongs something like
confessions through tears
Words.  Paint!  The thief
of my own life that takes
away the embering lit heart
unto heaven;  and leaves
me exhausted life a lover
who gave me evrything,
and more than love!

Poetry.  Art.
My lover!

11-03-2014 ::

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December 5, 2014

YOU GAVE THE GHOSTME

By EPRobles

Say, be my love(mystery too)
My heart!
Than can be more careful!
Time the (pre)veil of misty dreams

Those broken mis-step footfalls
across your pure heart
I took and more closely than
the love you Gave the GhostMe

Separation(imagine
lost in life divided
by space-time and God)gave me
the Eye of the Soul

(Bare hearts like snow,
even rain and mud know
understanding nature)
the endless journey now!

11-03-2014 ::

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December 5, 2014

THE TIP OF MY FINGER

By EPRobles

I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger

and I point towards the sky
making all things good!

:: 12-04-2014 ::

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November 22, 2014

FOUR TEEN DAYS

By EPRobles

It’s been 14 dreary days since you
took my heart away (thundercloud
dripping sadness, clapping applause)
I saw my face in a shattered mirror
the broken glass Picasso’d me
so I ate a purple-painted brush
threw up on my canvas of life
You — like me, I like you, you not so
simply adviced by Cupid’s broken arrow
So I walk the garden and snappy leaf
of my favorite Venus lie-traps
licked my wounds and bumble B
stinging my dripping painted heart
I couldn’t have met my fate with you
without my garden of shyness and love
so I gave you a clapping hand upon
these past fourteen heavenly days
Forever, forever, forever!
Even though I forgot the contour
of your Mona Lisa lying face
and somebody else already used
the word of a chained heart in hell
but I wish I had more time
opportunity to explain my disgust

:: 11-21-2014 ::

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November 21, 2014

ON LY DR EAMS

By EPRobles

River dreams slipping rocks
and i swore i had a place
across your shores too
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat
and no one i think loves
the weaker one but i know
heat and life are a part
of tiny movements

always know i sometimes
dream but the current
moves me \\ i think
a revelation can catch me
but the river flows
like
time, what
space too
across your shores
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat

and i’m only just me
so i can only sing
“the river of life
can take you down
if only you believe,
if only you believe,
in dreams…”

:: 11-20-2014 ::

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November 14, 2014

HI-TECH GOLEM

By EPRobles

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The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell.  It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.

I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,

It’s inviting;  at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.

An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.

A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.

Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.

My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,

But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…

NOT YET…

:: 11-13-2014 ::

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