One’s life,
a covered pane
with fingerprints,
that remain —
a last breath
the final frosting
:: 03-02-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #death
THE PIPER COMES
All the hours of our living
a running stream of sand
brings us closer to the day
when we meet the reaper
So lover take my hand
let’s run away to a land
where the sun never sets
and the moon stars and rain
sing and dance all the same
my love sings to your soul
and that piper paid a toll
he crept across lover’s lane
and paid to buy our souls
All night souls feel the pull
so baby take my hand
like Romeo and Juliet
:: 02-25-2014 ::
SUGARCANE
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The cane-fields were thick and tall but the summer’s sun much higher.
We ran through those paths between the green rows of sweetness
and the laughter of your voice made the sugarcane that much sweeter.
I cut down a stalk at the risk of some farmer finding out and made a flute
and we danced on the riverbank of the Mighty Mississippi that day.
You told me to follow my dreams whatever they might become but I said
I only had one dream and it had come true that day. We were 13 and
I moved on but you died the following week.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
THAT DREAM
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
THAT DREAM —
which the sentient being swims
one of fire beyond mortal being
one in bed the other free to roam
I have seen — walked Hades
felt eternal anguish — frozen pain
until spent and then release
upon awake, no residual fear
I am complete, nothing controls
death, life, pain, and regret
left within the pits of hell
:: 02-10-2014 ::
PALE RIDER
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
FEAR death you say trembling
what grasp the Pale Rider
has over the mortal coil you cling
that you tightly hold to chest
Such nonsense a folly human thing
living life one foot in the grave
Ignorning the beauty bestowed you
that fear devours life each breath
:: 02-10-2014 ::
FIVE POEMS (ii)
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
II
thinking with my organic something is unappeal
how to enjoy the meal life gives bland stove-top petrify indoctrination gadget
infused miniaturization of ghastly do-little meat puppets chatting nonsense
when weather is fair.
regardless of my attire my organic something always dresses in emperors
clothing and secret eyes admire from afar the fine tailoring of that 3.5 pound
of mystery meat whose function I could care less about unless it’s under a
scalpel in bright lit operatic stage
i am the audience and the play and refusal to say my preordained lines is an
orgasmic neurotic sensation that mostly only a God can know — save me
Please…save me, okay?
and when that musty wind glass shatter beneath carpet-burned boney knee I am
very pleased as the pain is affirmation that my knee still alive but the rest
of the husk of a carbon-based brilliant animal is walking dead beneath sodium
vapor light abandoned roads leading nowhere but that spot you sleep and wake
and dream and shit and eat and copulate upon.
that spot…dirty isn’t it?
my refusal to admit or decree a sacred source
but flowers toil and the soil is moist
a perfect spot for this organic something
a depth of six feet south
:: 02-08-2014 ::
FIVE POEMS (i)
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
a strain of realization
beyond the eye-see
a touch of familiarity
delicate is such wonder
a poised daisy in a field
more expansive than mind
dropping tears in vast
nothing do
a gleam of immortality
dipped fog-dew
:: 02-08-2014 ::
THE OATH OF LOVE
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I gave my love to one
and swore to God above
she would be the one
I would die in old age
loving and cherishing
and this I swore before
mankind and heaven
even the angels of glory
that she walked away
was not my bidding
so here I stand
firmly in faith
that my word is strong
and shall never sway
that she walked away
does not mean
I did the same
so I remain
empty handed
but still in love
:: 02-07-2014 ::
DASHBOARD LIGHTS
(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 ::
WOMAN-DUALITY
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 ::
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