ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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 ::
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 ::
Water break fetus breath
slap-sting learn to be
earth-life bitching be
mama gives touch-love
baby-breath upon skin
reality-here so raw
sucks-to-live-now
let me get back light
:: 03-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WE’RE tripping upon daisies
laughing in the light of sun
not a care how crazy
love seems to be for us
I’m taking care of my business
tending to the woman I love
and she is protected by a heart
who knows where it’s taking her
We’re going to visit lovely Cupid
I hear he has a righteous house
full of flowers and scents
and cookie dough fences
I’m taking care of my woman
she has flowers within her hair
and a spark upon her lips
lights me up when we touch
We’re floating up toward skies
full of marshmallow eyes
be speckled in chocolate kisses
Let me eat the sweets so lovely
:: 02-04-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
EMILY’S ghost will never return
for she has reached a higher plane
one without the flesh or human face
Those who doubt should read the prose
clearly stated: she was a soul beyond
Beyond the gate of those who rate
all things in terms of human fate
She is not what before but more
and should you seek to know
the fate just live and wait
the piece of her she has
is the piece of you
for those who wait
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
:: 02-03-2014 ::
[Definition ‘cock‘]
WATCH the busy as the doers spend
caught in life the prey in web
diligently doing the doers deed
comes the spinner spinning
until the end silvery spun death
:: 02-03-2014 ::
SUCH pain! I cannot refrain
from the deepest regret
My need to greet your words
wishing freshingly painted
upon your notes scribbled
But fate or other monster
bestowed this trick
that my heart would fall
for one who long ago
passed beyond the flesh
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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