I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.
:: 11-11-2014 ::
UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?
i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!
while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls
i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
THAT broken hearts
wear a s oul,
and faith like
long-necked geese
i wished to be
the swan upon
your pond
where solemn eyes
speak no word
and life-like
silverKey unlocks
my mind
—it’s a spilled moonbean —
upon a silver lake
and my webbed feet
of that floating mouth
gliding silently
upon my life
:: 11-07-2014 ::
she took me inside
her thought
i ate the darkness//
my heart shared a milk-
shake tart-kissed
the stomach scar where
my life died inside
the umbilical cord
word of her
SpringWomb kiss
i sit and wish
i could express
the bliss of you
my voice-slit
so the snake
could slither
into your
darklit heart
From womb
to tomb
i surrender
my life
your hand
rocks the crib
of my youth
from bloom
to hedonistic
doom i love you
forever jasmine
my botanical
toothed love
my forNever
Springwomb Kiss
:: 10-11-2014 ::
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
FIRE that burning ICE
axe-plosion burst stream
at first
a whisper dove
elegantly comes to me
DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning
A high sky ceiling tracing
my dove-love angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile
tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed
lonely the soul drifting
between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth
What Kings see, humans know
what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove
SOARS so high above all
pure light eagle eyes
a hush from Creation
soon — the grand scene!
:: 04-17-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
Sweltering sweat stain crooked tooth
slush bog humid sticky smell pit
ugly hop-scotch limping feral human
so out of tune yellow bleach bitch
what[?] is ugly too much for you!?!
the lesions of your pretty heart
burst-cyst fakery of humanity
all you see is a monster like me
your illusionary air of love —
leprosy in its finest puss gem
Beyond your illusion of preconception
a heart beats within my breast-beast
one who loves the arts and finery
and a sunset that rises over my soul
the world sees a beast in me but I see
the world for what it be — a greater beast
My club foot partially steady me —
more than what I can say for humanity
I limp in gutters feeding on trash bits
but my heart is brighter than you beasts!
Go! Die in your beauty!
Be gone beautiful monsters…
let alone the prince in disease
that heart that beats one with nature
no tears worth a pinch of horror
no pain more than familial disregard
:: 04-16-2014 ::
MY calling card you touched
a heavy stock and rough
that dream in stocking
those days a top hat
and knickers as much
the rules of etiquette
distribute upon my visits
that servant received
the card upon silver tray
and you would accept
my calling that day
if away that servant
would save my calling
and return I would —
another day
unless you sent to me
a card in envelope
and I would know then
a cold brush-off today
Such eloquence is lost
a great manner extinguished
but rare be the man today
that keeps tradition
a respect for women
:: 04-04-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
ay-oh ay-oh ay-ho
mighty sky beast
ay-oh ay-oh long
holy feet moves
makes the ground sing
sai-yo mah-oh love
my pebble stone burns
a feast for hunger
keep the children
close to you —
lest they fall
into that fire
sky spirit kiss
ay-oh families
make the rain fall
aday-o feed love
let truth live in you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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