Tag Archives: #dream

OLD FAMILIAR WAYS

i cut myself today

upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear

who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)

like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days

and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived

with how we cling to
our minds  always
sharpest when comes fear

until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest

final air
is what we become my dearest
friend     internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams

:: 07-18-2015 ::


IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM

IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM

i believe uh huh, believe
in what we are missing
witness the ghosts leaving
a spread of oh what we are
space: and i believe i dream
and dream of father’s in deserts
and mother’s in oceans
i dream so far i hooked Leviathan
in shadows of all my shame
i dream i had a secret promise
only (what torture says) is me:
i dream so logical within all
my dreams and i dream away
dream i’m awake when i sleep
and who knows : if i measure
life by sleep then i’ve been
the long death –> sleep!
and if i sleep and awaken in
a dream i should dream love

:: 07-11-2015 ::


A POET WITH EMPTY WORDS

Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life:  I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun

::-::


RELIGION IS A SIDEWALK

Your Jesus likes
lollipops
the walking King
on the boulevard
of spiritual dreams
and i licked sticks
like the wooden
cross across life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me — somewhere
I want to be like
my best friend
And religion is a sidewalk
with many souls
walking the path
towards their dreams
of an afterlife
so I’m taking my
best friend
She knows my buttons
pushing love and
all of my life
IT’S where i want to be;
me and my best friend

:: 02-15-2015 ::


HOPE IS A FOREST

“i am ugly but i dream”

said the toad.

“And I am wings,

but just butterfly”

said the forest princess.

And the dream with wings

flew toward the morning glory,

and all her dew;

and nothing could deny

the forest bloomed

in a marriage of

hope and despair!

:: 10-28-2014 :


ABSTRACT CONFESSED

i step upon my
sun-pool dreams
a winter moon
this morning
cathedral spine
my kissing spring
talking symbols

and the riddle
of anguish at peace
with resurrection
if longer — smiles
the nights grow
devouring man

And zero zebra,
undulating umbrella
dancing in front
of my little church
i touch with spire

Today is a winter moon
in summer or spring
and fall between me
three cats, a broken heart

:: 10-13-2014 ::


IF I LIVE TO SEE

Image
(c) E.P. Robles 2012

a long time ago
a certain place
in a peculiar time
a naive notion

we danced in hand
and cursed the time
that moves across life
two lovers kissed by love

but if i ever live to see
such a love again in life
i will run toward Hades
that fire burns less than you

someone like you so intense
touched me across the land
beyond the surface or air
and grabbed my soul so tight

and you spoke candy words
to this gentle soul inside
i wanted to believe in you
but you decided to lie instead

and if I ever live to see
such a love again in life
I will run toward Hades
such a fire is cooler than you

:: 02-11-2014 ::


A DREAM UNTOLD

I FELL to sleep
with a vision
of you
and embraced
the face
of love like you
Upon the wake
I stared in need
and saw I held
a dream untold

:: 01-27-2014 ::


AWAKENED DREAM

THE dream awoke within my life
to me it tenderly spoke —
whispery sound a murmur
— a feather-fell
to you I come to feel as real
a dust-sleep dream to life
no life in such a murky realm
for living has its needs
and dreams provide the seeds

::01-20-2014::


TO SWIM WITH YOU

MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained

I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey

I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you
With you…lovely you

01-16-2014::