Tag Archives: #living

Don’t You Dare You Can’t Catch Me

 

the light is coming beyond a morning’s curve
expectations of a day with hours
and i don’t know oh where does it go?
pennies falling within a funnel
minds too and love for fools

Time a piece of Meringue pie
baked in an oven ; a large glass
or metal bowl
as the world asks, ‘where does
time go?’

While walking down a street
(don’t you dare you can’t catch me)
the weak lie crossing the road
a hole within my sole reaching out
to the lost one’s within the cracks

The cobbler has his awl and knows
space has it’s mistress ‘time’
and we know how that goes

Don’t you dare you cannot feel me
anymore
Don’t you dare you cannot look
for me anymore
Don’t you dare you can’t catch me.

:: 10-04-2017 ::


LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT

TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!

Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?

Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!

And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.

:: 03-11-2017 ::


THE TIP OF MY FINGER

I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger

and I point towards the sky
making all things good!

:: 12-04-2014 ::


TIME’S PASSION

How long
can a dove’s
feather survive
within a furnace
and what of
that first kiss
ever
does it still
press upon your
lips
what love exists
if not in time
forever imprinted
upon the heart
and if time ceased
would all love
cascade down
into your velvet
pocket of passion
and would slender
fingers nimbly touch
the lost love
of time’s passing
passion — never dies

:: 04-22-2014 ::


MY REMORSE

MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —

must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living

and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread

the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!

:: 03-27-2014 ::


SUMMERS ARE PURPLE

AND which feather has tickled you
the one of sorrow for perceived lost
or that one which bring joy and tear
I confess that both have touched
that grand heart within that cage
— hush now, feather-heart
there be always summers each year
and many sunrises-surprises-smiles

:: 03-10-2014 ::


A CASUAL STROLL

I marched in place
of Father Time
This did I
for me and you
That he would run
is not like me
A casual stroll for all
toward Eternity

:: 03-02-2014 ::


THE FROSTED PANE

One’s life,
a covered pane
with fingerprints,
that remain —
a last breath
the final frosting

:: 03-02-2014 ::


MY WALK

OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone

:: 03-01-2014 ::


MOVEMENT

Image
(c) E.P. Robles 2012

MOVEMENT

Movement
  that tryst
between
  fear life
souls
  grow flee
life’s
  do die
light
  burn bright

:: 03-04-2014 ::