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night falls, smother the frayed nerves of captive souls
like a penitentiary only a lock at the main gate
I crawl over the fallen
my heart in pocket and fractured spirit
a taste of crimson iron-spice in dirt
the ground swells and trembles below my hands
a pulsing monstrous beast come to life
and I, disturbingly intensely pass through
across these lines of densely packed bodies
like moon surface between cavernous crater
my wish like a snowflake above a furnace
to breach the gate and find my life over there
:: 02-20-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #disillusion, #life, #poem, #poetry, #replay, #surrealism, #transition | posted in Life, Poetry, Society, Surrealism
I dug a hole in time today
within this vast room
an ancient music I played
of a composer distant past
his hand now dry and cold
has touched my heart still
:: 02-20-2014 ::
[Du verpasst Herr Beethoven!]
7 Comments | tags: #Beethoven, #composer, #culture, #music, #poem, #poetry | posted in Art, Beauty, Poetry
SWALLOW my fear
before love taste
that pain of life
that you know me first
Then the pleasures come
more intense than first love
:: 02-18-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fear, #life, #poem, #poetry, #writers, #writing | posted in Uncategorized
So curious to slip
between the cracks
of space and time
A place without acts
or chapters that rhyme
More of a place I say —
we redo a film clip
so poorly made before
A second chance at life
:: 02-17-2024 ::
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Leave a comment | tags: #metsphysical, #mysterian, #poem, #poetry, #rrslity, #surrealism | posted in Dreams, Fantasy, Life, Mind, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
the sky opened its eye
before the world
flew out a flurry
o’ doves speckled the blue
— a rainbow fell out too
below the lid and hooked in place
tears of pain the eye did bled
such a vision could ignite a fright
if my focus — bewilderment…
was not so tight
that rainbow swinging
to and fro beneath
the sky’s eye in the rain
:: 02-19-2014 ::
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TODAY a chance to help one that hurt
Nothing more gave I but just a smile
Gently lifting such a spirit off the dirt
was nothing more than with a smile
Her health appeared strong but less
was the light that shone within her eyes
I took her hand and said love is real
suddenly her light grew more than fear
:: 02-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #compassion, #fear, #helping, #humanity, #poem, #poetry | posted in Fear, Life, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
AND when the wealthy become the poor
and the poor remain as before
who shall share a portion
of bread and water — even more
Tis the humble-poor who know no life
that weakens a soul through luxury
by far the poorest give the most
:: 02-18-2014 ::
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This carriage so tosses me my love
and miles I have yet to go
but you are with me on my travels
I see you about as love conjures you —
the supple curve of twin peaks
before gold cascade across your form
and those fields with dancing flowers
twirl they do and dance when we are one
a peaceful brook I crossed and heard
that sweet throat-murmur to me from you
I find you when I see-smell lovely nature
Still a few miles to go before I reach for you
within my sweet sleep
:: 02-18-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Has anyone ever sang you a song
when you were in your darkest hour
just a few moments given for life
if not then listen to me now
Love is not a thing to hold
possession impossible dear one
and doves are not made to cage
I should know…
And when it rains such are tears
all you feel is the heavy patter
it beats across your bruised heart
what I had I have given back to you
and what I wished for you possess
and this is your song — for life…
so listen to me now
life is never to late
for a thing such as love…
:: 02-15-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #fear, #loss, #love, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #relationships | posted in Divorce, Fear, Love, Pain, Poetry
(c) ep robles 2012
All blood and flesh the cage
— a golden gate
cannot you see
that keeps some dreams at bay
— a border close
to pure fantasy
when the Keepers turn away
a dip or two from reality
:: 02-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dreaming, #fantasy, #life, #other-there, #poem, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Dreams, Fantasy, Mind, Nature, Poetry
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