roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Tag Archives: #sad
ROOTS & NERVES
DEEP STATE (FILTHY PIECES) ^ EATING YOUR CANCER
FILTHY pieces
of long-forgotten
thoughts i remember
i forgot to keep it
all far inside the die’
ist part of my vibrant
HEART-flower and sometimes
i looked within your heart-
shaped Soul so fragile and
Evil: i ate you all
makes The Tablet by
the firey finger-tips
of my mind : i have never
said go -and-die /you’re alive
| gathering sheep and smelling
fresh air i tripped over mySelf |
its an illusion called
Life — Hey! WAIT! i have a
message /you invited\ …
confusion!\
:: 07.22.2020 ::
THE HEART WISHES TO BE HEARD
THINKING here alone about all those muggy nights
thinking of how much my body haS DONE and this heart
i now call Fear__ haven’t we all done crazy and at times
so lately___
i have more been than once hypnotized & paralyzed
as pinned butterfly : now free to fly away_
//..—..\\ a fortress of never-
realizing pas s i n g eyes & whoYOU
within my most private dreams:
dammit! it’s so late or early
& so sick and tired/i never thing
how what i could and can ever do
if lightning once again strikes me
it’s not what i can do to make you
care or love me: it is what i do when
once again lightning strikes me and
you are not there.// nothing i can do
to make you hear me or be loved by
YOU. So, sorry seems to be the littlest
word.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
IT’S LIKE WHEN WE’RE HAPPY
When we say, “save yourself”
we kiss knowing too well
like when the skies are dark
there’s a sun above
What makes us happy is
when we see rain
and dark clouds
There’s a heart inside
the locked soul of life
And we are so happy
so like when the world fades away
as our fingers fill the
space between the need
of love and I really love
how you rock and roll me
and punk my soul oh dear
Your hair is the color of
night and your eyes the sun
And between the thoughts
a sweet peach upon a branch
that I want to taste if it
makes you happy
:: 06-27-2015 ::
SUMMER SMELLS OF DEATH AND REBIRTH
AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and men shudder by utter
extant fear//life with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners
:: 06-13-2015 ::
DIAMOND-HEART COAL
my profoundly friend
in my daisy-eye
summer breath,
one black day —
who turned diamondHeart
into coal (it happened)
beneath an artist’s hand
where i forgave forgiveness
that i(my heart so such)
writes and paints skies
of fiend between immortal friends
:: 10-13-2014 ::
WHEN ‘NOTHING’ SHARES
when ‘nothing’ shares
a ‘something’
what to expect,
a ‘something?’
the fullness of
wholesome wishes,
the falling star
of expectations?
we see the bursting
stabbing-throbbing
at sunset and love
the next day expecting
a something —
maybe nothing!
:: 10-03-2014 ::
THE POOR BEGGAR
(c) ep robles 2013
THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money
but for love
:: 02-13-2014 ::
WHEN?
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
The day my skies darkened
such lost a cavity in my soul
Immortal doings completely so
that living a drudgery act
When a spirit feels such truth
each tick-tock touches you
loss of love removes a piece
let my days be numbered do!
:: 02-10-2014 ::
BROKEN ARROW
WHEN he says “I love you”
do you feel an angel’s breath
upon your feathered heart?
And when you walk hand-in-hand
do your feet glide upon heaven’s land
like when you dance in golden light?
I cannot partake in a poisoned arrow
that which I broke off from my heart
time has passed since we said goodbye
I used to say my soul was salvation
we use to play and sing in elation
those were times I keep inside of me
If he loves you like I loved you
I could not think of you as I do
Upon my hands I would fall to Earth
And the angels sing
a pardon for the heart
I can only say
my soul was my salvation
and we used to play
and sing in elation
And the angels sing
a pardon for our hearts
and the Earth takes a spin
just for us
and we can dance again
eternally at heaven’s gate
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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