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I dressed my shadow
in the finest clothes
so sorrowful I was
many a year to see
how darkly it wore
the fallen light of my soul
and we took a tour
through Brussels
and rode a train
toward ancient history
and my shadow cried
to see a blue whale
beached up in a tree
and a cat caught in a wave
and so many people dead
walking like their shadows
and my shadow gave back
the fine clothes it wore
and said living light was more
than what a shadow could bare
and he seeped back down there
today the sun is hidden
behind a little black spot
even the sun has a shadow
and life is fine for light reins
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Life, Poetry, Revelation, Surrealism
How do we meet on the heat-road of this dead-end girl
where the moon shies away and the owl scatters
my boots have a tar-goo so hard to clean this night
what could you say to me to make it all the worth?
Sir, I saw a sinner who stared into my eyes – nights ago
and he woke up the love and passion this night
I have nothing more to give or say tonight to you tonight
the ocean sings to you in a shell
and the bird tweets a tune to your heart
and a rising world of color brings you love
Yes, that is it…
I wish to forsake the bloodshed
and all the grief
I say that love – love is a wave
it’s a seventh wave of love
and drown in that wave ripple
But hate and grief pinches me
and my heart and body sir
is a fragile fabric in life
Lovely soul come to me then
I will remedy the error of life
in a bite you will be saved
and love and tooth saves
and hatred abated for time
and space and philosophy
We share the same Father
and believe me when I say
I hope He Loves me and you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #forgiveness, #God, #live, #passion, #surrealism | posted in Beauty, Death, Eternity, Faith, Horror, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry, Uncategorized
THE ant has as much say-sothough burrowing dirt and sand
and butterfly knows so – flies
one above the other below
So humans who work a till
unknowing they build
a castle unknown in dirt
and so above air
one is not greater
the other knows
air and dream
sleeps a cover
of warmth
love
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #love, #poem, #poetry, #realism, #surrealism | posted in Uncategorized
Twenty-first century angst beating at the door
and I say who are you, we are me and all together
sliding thumbs across glass of social media device
and we sing a song across ages unknown to lost souls
which way do we go across crossroads in the fog
waiting for the van to come straight jacket-man
take me and you and we and together reality-SEE
oh the tears fall from marshmallow skies-pink
Who said the Pisces fish jumped out of the water
two thousand years it breathed wet air for all
Jesus rode a fin across the water catching men
but now the fish has a dry dirt to learn-walk
Astrological-mumble-jumble jambalaya dish
spice live-give worm-sign spice lives for all
scientific-spiritual hula-loop gyrating groove
Better learn to walk than drown six feet deep
mother universe hold us up just a bit now
grace is good and love is the cream on top
:: 03-11-2014 ::
3 Comments | tags: #astrology, #Jesus, #poet, #poetry, #reality, #religosity, #surrealism, #take-it-or-leave-it, #the beat | posted in Art, Divinity, Fantasy, Poetry, Surrealism
I grooved it, that rhythm-time
moved it, pass place and mind
made that space for you-yes
and dug deep within life-spice
shoving band-o-negative jell-o
making good on that shake-bake
laugh-smile bleach-teeth dream
dig me so shallow pull me now
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poem, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Love, Poetry, Surrealism
I was a flower
and the wind
tore my petals
then I dreamed
the river me
but a dam shored
all my beauty
against the wall
So now I dream
that I am human
but there is more
I have no walls
and my petals
are legs and arms
What will you
tear apart
life is so
murderously life
I cry love-die
but for an instant
that taste i ate
and it made me
so very happy
a slice of nirvana
becomes me…
:: 02-24-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #life, #metaphor, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #suffering, #surrealism | posted in Poetry, Surrealism
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
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
on previous night
as i lay
my mind entwined
within a dream
nothing more
than just a dream
a vision of truth
did show to me
at creation’s edge
and out of reach
— for mortal man —
is the key
to immortality
:: 02-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #immortality, #poet, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Poetry, Surrealism
(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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poem, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Dreams, Fear, Poetry, Surrealism
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