(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Oh Leviathan of deep oceans my soul!
no eye sees what waters move you
and cold deep comfort that warm heart
seafarers banish harpoon made of slate
and human hearts frail of tissue-skin
what chases whom across vastness say
ghosts, dreams, shadows, malaise
go my dear beast, deep, far, and wide
lest hemocyanin colour that grand heart
the oceans cover that which is great
:: 03-01-2014 ::
THERE is only victory
when passion drive
that love and life
commingle one
the bluejay sang
and dew what knew
but a blade of green
glistens clarity-life
the murmur soft
nature’s lullaby
:: 02-25-2014 ::
THE fatigue of life
a limp leather satchel
worn, torn, cracked
and weather-born
within the creases
those letters and bits
fragments of hopes
and dreams dither-be
the sonofabitches
they almost got
the better of me!
:: 02-28-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
Oh my Father did not you hear me!
that day I was born a harbinger
for the words I spoke were a cry
and emotions, high as love, joy,
fear, and pain visited that night
this day again, those friends of my
first-day arrive —
Oh, cry I do!
but more a machine-drive
for all my tears have dried
and so my love and joy
but fear and pain —
never relinquish their place
:: 02-28-2014 ::
STOP beat breath
breath beat stop
carnival dance
illusions entrance
lover beat-kiss me
enrapture the wind
vocal tenor capture
life slide beside me
what more be wants me
melon slices quench
strawberry kiss lips
butterfly tender tickle
love god angel hug be
father take me-light
save dark-them see
we fight slay ill see
:: 02-27-2014 ::
MY friend of stature walked by
always dream-walking he is
I was leaning out my window
two stories high when I saw him
the giant beast who slumbers
I whistled for him and he turned
and a single step before me was he
his face as wide as double windows
and eyes as large as boulders
but gentle brown fawns in composure
I told him my problems and he sighed
and tears fell down his massive cheeks
I caught a few within my room
and nearly drowned from his passion
go gently my dear gentle giant
I walk with you along the dream path
and may never wish to visit this world again
:: 02-25-2014 ::
My clover sweet flora
so gently against my eyes
what dream today my green
beneath me a burning hell
above is only deep blue sky
I sing to me a mystery tune
ancient but doves live to fly
a piece of me if you choose
to take a peace of love with you
:: 02-25-2014 ::
CONFIDENCE BE MY STEP
Stand in grace and steadfast resolve
a staircase descending below two feet
what wonders give each step you take
a dream taken that stride sure-fast
living now forgiving past indecision
that pocket full of fire touchstone
breathe easy for you may catch-fire
and trails of lust behind shadows
falling desires singing in choir
life loves confidence riding life
:: 02-25-2014 ::
That easy rhythmic sound is what i need,
a swing beat in jazz to touch and feel.
So I do my best to stay one foot ahead
of those lazy-crazy slices of falling time
of which some are stuck in the inferno trees
outside my window. A hellish wind fans them
but I rely upon Count Basie to sooth it all out
and I won’t look out the window anymore.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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