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IT’S SO HEAVY
all spines break
and cities too
politics cave —
religions too
the mud ups all
and the water
buries memories too
starlight dims
skies and clouds too
i am revealer ma’am
and for you sir’s too
not Death — he is immature
but Me — I am the ONE
love and hate me too
Too…you…boo…cry
no such thing as fair
only pure light unbear
beyond grey matter too
i-love-too-you-boo-you
come to me my mirage
back into my box-cage
let us begin again
and make mistakes right
REPLAY TODAY LIKE A DREAM
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poems, #poetry, #surreal | posted in Dreams, Fantasy, Poetry
Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #anthropology, #dinosaurs, #life, #love, #maintain, #poem, #poetry, #power, #stay | posted in Art, Creation, Fantasy, Love, Passion, Poetry, Surrealism
MANY years since the fancy floor
where feet dance and swish
and body gyrate with lights
eye contact delivers target zone
and blood boil-heart drones
I want to meet that woman
who can keep up with me
and groove and slice the night
and have some left for the bed
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fun, #life, #love, #lust, #poems, #poetry | posted in Uncategorized
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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #poems, #poetry, #writer, #writing | posted in Uncategorized
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
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #dreams, #expectations, #life, #love, #poems, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Beauty, Death, Eternity, Life, Poetry, Surrealism
MY sight not of a keen eye
nor spectacles to shape edge
it is a hidden thing in secret
one not mentioned in daylight
it tells no tale of word or scent
and color — hardly present
but reveals past-futures-past
an end-state and beginning
what-could-should-will-be
all depends upon singular point
that consciousness travels —
across quantum foam oceans
infinite possibilities
for you-us-one-me
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #paranormal, #poetry | posted in Paranormal, Poetry, Spiritual, Surrealism
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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #poetry | posted in Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
the giant-eye
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
invention/creation/imagination
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #creativity, #imagination, #invention, #poetry | posted in Art, Creation, Eternity, Poetry, Revelation
HAVE you heard the song
one without notes —
but sang with word
a rhythm heaven bird
and wings that stanza
this shook-shock sway
my bearing and house
a mini-death many times
the nest dances and egg
a birth of word and say-song
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Passion, Poetry
FATHER, oh father where were you
my crib is destroyed by time
and clothing many sizes bigger
and scars upon my heart and soul
that list many write of loss
too lengthy for me to scribe
some memory still exists —
imagery through thick glass
once I believed I be born
but now reside in resolve —
you were never birthed nor lived
and me by mother —
immaculate
conception
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abandonment, #pain, #poetry | posted in Family, Life, Pain, Poetry, Sorrow
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