Born inside a bruised dirt-womb
and tasted asphalt before sweets
and fell into the fire feet first, damn
before my first baby steps too
life is trying to kill me
no matter how hard I try
spit and words don’t help much
but sure makes me feel good
death can have me —
but not today
no matter how hard it tries
death is trying to catch me
it can take the highway
because today I’m walking
walking in the flowers
beneath the sun
:: 03-31-2014 ::
I dream to life
a life of death
and wish I dreamed
of world in love…
and dream I do —
when I dream for you
and dream could be more than me
you are my dream
and a wish —
that I wish to dream…
and minds and hearts
destroy and birth
gestation and genocide
go hand-in-hand
:: 03-29-2014 ::
I was on the turnpike
when the sun vanished
one moment it shone
— a coronal-bride
to be and next
a vast deep darkness
whose reach greater
than the deepest oceans
Off I crawled the turnpike
as it too dangerous to drive
for even the headlights died
and now the fields I belly-hug
knees too shaky to stand
that great be my fear —
and in the distance I hear
the guttural screams of humanity
even the creatures too
:: 03-29-2014 ::
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
THAT other day
when i died
that day when i tried
the water too deep
i tried to swim
just for air to breath
that day the carnival
come to life’s town
clowns and fair colors
my family waited for me
but the river did drown
my hopes and dreams in life
but i struggled against wave
Trident’s grasp of my lungs
and alas gave him my hope
Terra firma that i was born
but now a watery grave
but my soul walks the land
:: 03-26-2014 ::
TODAY I met a death
it rode down the road
and landed at my feet
the police wrote chalk
around your spirit today
and heaven spoke to me,
and it said:
“no tears from you sir
what was written
has been served”
But my soul loves life
and what beast could do
what was served today
and my feet are washed
within the blood of life
and my feet are red today
So I walked for miles
and I watched the skies
wanting spiritual insight
Nothing but breeze and bee
a silence screamed too
my shadow followed that breeze
So, God I shout in disbelief
what is the meaning of this
what lesson do you have for me!
And love said:
“what we pray for is not life
and destruction is not a hate
nor death a shape of distrust
but what we desire is love
and the flesh a dressing for life
what you saw was not an ending
yes, for flesh, but not for soul
a cyclic reset was set that day
not to destroy but save that soul
My soul shook to hear this reply
but I know truth and it spoke today
and now my eyes and heart awake
still I wonder about his family”
who are we to wonder life and death
when we are a mixture of both
say the blind leading blind souls
:: 03-26-2014 ::
the heart expand
to the left
and to the right
it demand
a space to grow
lilies of my field
sprout and bloom
in the sunlight
that feed you
blossom and color
in the dark night
musical words
nurture from poems
thus i am human
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed
:: 03-26-2014 ::
terminus across my soul
a movement
compressed
the light is ancient
and I am old
what power say you
devoid of youth like
father time — eons ago
the vagabond
begs more
No! No! No! — pleading
be gone this illusion
a single note slicing
passion between notice
We are not who we are
who we be
not what thing
that creeps between —
our
divine dreams
:: 03-17-2014 ::
(c) 2013 E.P. Robles
I
into that fire so brief
Death:
an organ untuned
Spring, the last
we spoke tear;
and gave console
eternal words
not from fear
you beauty cry
my resolve strong
an arm upon heart
cascade tears girl
(does she know) that
love and life demand
joy, fear, life, love
her dress dipped blood
(so long dream here come life)
:: 03-12-2014 ::
AND when your heart
was an open book
you gave yourself
and love — the season
you never knew fear
and ever changing
shades of life
was your rainbow
But rain comes down
and flowers drink
the tears of broken
hearts —
live and let die
I say live and let die
The jester motions you
upon heels you sway
but the job you have
you got to do well
Seasons burn kisses
and horizons blend well
but that heart of yours
will live and let die
live and let die
live and let die
:: 03-05-2014 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.