my river called Mystic —
creativity bends
that human creature
drinks the waters
abnormally —
inhumanly sensitive
truly my category
not alive am i
unless creating
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
MYSTIC RIVER
OUR DIVINE DREAMS
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
A HOPE TO DANCE
I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad
:: 03-17-2014 ::
ODE FOR TRUTH
Now to rear
my ugly head
and all the thoughts
contained therein
so many fantasies
all beyond reality
I have known alien,
incubus, and life
spoken for the dead
and those on the way
mysteries revealed
and some contained
I have seen all:
murder, rape, death,
incest, and most of all
disregard for true love
I have no expectation
from those that read
only that they hear
and if they remain
mute, so be it…
let life sort it out
if not, then death
surely will
:: 03-05-2014 ::
ERRINESS OF LIFE
do you know
the eeriness
of life —
shadow speak
innuendo
false love
a strangeness
psychotic being
teeter-totter
a slice o’ knife
against the heart
and in morrow
all is fine
crazy be whom
the poet say you?
or the vile thing
i call brilliant animal
:: 03-13-2014 ::
THE TRUE TEST
THE test of life —
not one of salvation
but that nature
allow us to remain
upon her paradise
:: 03-13-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – V
BONE pure and strong
winds feed my wings
a heart tender-string
bleach dreams swim
My life —
it is my own?
then my butler
— death
and dirt so lovingly friend
bury, or wind carry me
to my imaginal realm
between my dreams and stars
:: 03-13-2014 ::
THE GRAND SECRET
MY confession to mortals
that I do love death
it has a tender touch
to never hurt beyond
that fire of separation
It only asks a piece
of life’s fire to move
beyond your soul today
That grand secret spilled
we all die day-to-day
and born between moments
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS III
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for a man
and the council
those pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak near
the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along tomorrow
today the gift is given
softly we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUDNRED POEMS (ii)
II
What dreams sweet life soul
that Earth soil so wet-dew
that
touching
tears feeling
my council doubt this dream
but
release
thee
budding light this day
such philosophy stab
thy heart
love now
skip treacle and grail
passion fuel thou vessel
tickle-being spur now
and
truth
in heart bleed red now
and breath push you
rhythmic
lover
thou gave me
the reason in moment
spring time lips
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