Tag Archives: #life

October 2, 2014

THIS, MY CHILD HEART SINGS!

By EPRobles

i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me

i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you

i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!

:: 10-01-2014 ::

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October 1, 2014

WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN

By EPRobles

wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…

:: 10-01-2014 ::

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September 27, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX

By EPRobles

IF I were
a broken soul,
who could mend me
— the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty skill
and many tools,
the awl or maybe
stretching tool?
He would surely know
— should I go?
My shoes, so worn
but my soul so full
of empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
repair my soul
insufferably I plead!

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September 27, 2014

RESOLUTION DEATH

By EPRobles

My promise,
that resolve!
To never see
this lover again
— my resolution,
what steadfastly
I held for some time,
abandoned by just
a moment —
my utter despair!

:: 09-25-2014 ::

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September 24, 2014

DYING PARADISE

By EPRobles

A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!

What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise

A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart

We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise

We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,

“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!

:: 09-22-2014 ::

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September 20, 2014

YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL

By EPRobles

you have a wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon

:: 09-19-2014 ::

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September 20, 2014

VAMPIRIC TURMOIL

By EPRobles

but it was you who asked
for eternal life my love!
Sacrificing sun for the moon,
the lamb for the creeping
thing.  Now you say you want
to shop on rodeo Drive during
the day!

I just want to bite you
all over again!

:: 09-19-2014 ::

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September 20, 2014

SKIN OF THE SNAKE

By EPRobles

And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
He hissed and said
“cold and damp,
is my life,
and times are gone
for all true men
to hide inside
the heart of God”
So disguise is gone
and my face is sun
the summer stench
and i climb the stairs
hearing you scream again
Mother’s dead and father
He is arisen in heaven
I’m too cold and damp
so my weathered friend
I go again into the Scream
of deepest fears again
And still the warm winds
of my long dead friends
sing to me once again,
“Judas died for all
the thievery of our souls,
oh, and deep cold suns
and all the living.”
And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow

:: 09-19-2014 ::

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September 3, 2014

LIFEBAG OF FAREWELLS

By EPRobles

In a great-small thing of no size but larger than zero I placed a bag of velvet life roughly the length of a rocky-road mile and away it dissolved into the infinitely smallness of my LifeBag and I shed a ghostly tear — the ones that never jump from the wornEyes of dying cultures but those dried eyeballs found on summer-baked roads for hungry vultures. I said, “farewell my dreams and fears and may your journey into oblivion be as pleasant as your stay within my soul.”

:: 09-02-2014 ::

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June 21, 2014

UTTER NONSENSE

By EPRobles

A dead rose you say?
No such thing!
Perhaps the promise
died —
the rose remains

:: 05-16-2014 ::

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