see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach me strength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
when ember rubies slay heart
mine upon rose-tip lips
the small part of your hands
slender steel finger passion
honeysuckle thigh push
my mind into blissful fields
another realm of life we two
melting into a single phrase
‘oh love, my love!’ we say
a cosmos alone we go
a dream is real when shared
I dream if you believe it too
:: 05-26-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2013
in my sane sanitarium bees gathering
o’er some ocean skinless creature
a burrow knee deep but vastly so
i sometime gather some piece or bits
this — an hour glass shaped thought
finely falling nexus-falls between me
why surreal-lie squashing all i do
and darkness — what of it
:: 02-13-2014 ::
[AS a wish just to me
I choose to speak —
in abstract poem
so here I say
to you the brave…]
MOSTLY shiver in my veins
beneath coiled rivers
in steel-stained vanes
how could she ever know
broken records shattered
polyvinyl grooves within my soul
beat the skip in troves of love
catch the dove within it’s peace
twist the neck of lover’s pain
and whisper neatly blood-red stains
[My apologies if I gave confused
— in return I have to go
that Imperial garden
of abstract thought
so I leave — shattered soul]
:():
UP SHOULD be go and down should be stop
fitting the ways into a lazy day — I say
bouncing thoughts betray simple ways
laughing zebras skipping town on a tram
undulating umbrellas twirling into zeros
no one is watching — why be so serious?
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