Tag Archives: #expression

TO FORGOTTEN NAMES

No need! No deed. Just now the sun has
come to rise (and you are proud?) that her breasts
are spread upon your bed. The spider laughs near
the tightest corner of the room, but shameful you
forgot her name. To those that have offended me
none more than disheveled men who call themselves
gentlemen. Mother! Let us succumb to temptation
that brings us to harm.

:: 05-07-2019 ::


REGRET RIDES IN UPON A GHOSTLY CARRIAGE

regret rides in upon a ghostly carriage

no, nothing within it’s shell but darkness

which done to me that all is equal

the driver a bald lie of pain with memories

which road i no longer ride.

:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


POPLAR WITHIN THE FIELDS OF MY HEART

MY heart rests upon a
mote of dust
not forgotten but
still for us frozen
as though love absent
bursting full of sorrow
as though HistoryLand
–i forget my name//
but poplar within
the fields of my Heart.

:: 03-06-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


P O E T S

DO you have a quiet place
deeply dear, within The No
One can enter here spot?
Me too. I keep it near
the love of YOU.
(and there the brightness
of sweet peace)
all as nature knows
is best and & i eyes
know knew now yes live
yes we LIVE
(the masters of skillfully
curved romantics called

P O E T S.

:: 02-08-2019 ::


THIS little DEATH

if i am l o n e l y
if now & then i sing praises
of love
of passion
the season must be Spring i like
pink and reds and your lips too
and too tulips when i taste you
Natures most beautiful Flower
there.
By the vally of too passion cries
(thighs) sighs the Aah of
committed expression.

Ah
God
let us die this little Death just now!

:: 02-08-2019 ::


ORBICULAR VISUS

EYES as large as acres that see,

some hidden things.

ORBICULAR VISUS

are secrets deeply hidden under

divided worlds.

Our smallest of small;

a globe of fragile glass,

Within the smallest of

our hands,

But by it’s Soul and by it’s

Spirit of a heart of Crystal

pass,

Tininess voices through twilight

land be heard,

the most sincerest liar —

the mind suited for war

is our sight

by this night

of all nights

heard.

:: 01-28-2019 ::


I AM NOT THE I OF THE WORLD

I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?

A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.

as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


THE SILVER LEGEND

TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.

Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.

So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.

no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


PATOIS

THE power of my lost mind binds my tongue

between paper and pen obliquely bleeding

i leave it there.

esophageal –> the blue (my) heart

beneath sun setting pinks drowning squamously

and the gulls within their famous white regalia

0–oh!~ the magical patois across the

battered waves o’er the seas!

:: 05-17-2018 ::


IF HEART COULD ENCOMPASS

IF heart could encompass
The entire love of life
By sight, smell and mouth,
An attack of Heart and Soul
ensues.

Is the fabric of being human too;
and the compass confused!

:: 12-28-2017 ::