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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
II
thinking with my organic something is unappeal
how to enjoy the meal life gives bland stove-top petrify indoctrination gadget
infused miniaturization of ghastly do-little meat puppets chatting nonsense
when weather is fair.
regardless of my attire my organic something always dresses in emperors
clothing and secret eyes admire from afar the fine tailoring of that 3.5 pound
of mystery meat whose function I could care less about unless it’s under a
scalpel in bright lit operatic stage
i am the audience and the play and refusal to say my preordained lines is an
orgasmic neurotic sensation that mostly only a God can know — save me
Please…save me, okay?
and when that musty wind glass shatter beneath carpet-burned boney knee I am
very pleased as the pain is affirmation that my knee still alive but the rest
of the husk of a carbon-based brilliant animal is walking dead beneath sodium
vapor light abandoned roads leading nowhere but that spot you sleep and wake
and dream and shit and eat and copulate upon.
that spot…dirty isn’t it?
my refusal to admit or decree a sacred source
but flowers toil and the soil is moist
a perfect spot for this organic something
a depth of six feet south
:: 02-08-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #death, #eternal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #realization, #writers, #writing | posted in Death, Dreams, Eternity, Life, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fear, #hard, #life, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #rock heart, #seasons, #sorrow, #writers, #writing | posted in Life, Love, Pain, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SISTER who did this to you?
What I am is less than zero
Sister give me his name
I am just a ghost in flesh
Sister stay focused with me
What’s that saying about life?
Life, and Death, and Giants [Dickinson]
I pray for you and me
and what does that say about us all?
I don’t care about everyone else
I just want to be me
I want to tear apart his face
and take back the jewel of my heart
Sometimes I want to rip out his throat
Just to make him as vulnerable as me
Do you hear what I am saying daddy?
What does that say about me…
:: 02-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #family, #fear, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #secrets, #shame, #vunerable, #writers, #writing | posted in Uncategorized
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
Crazy is not such a bad thing
it grabs people’s attention
and brings them back to reality
:: 02-04-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #crazy, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #wake the fuck up, #writers, #writing | posted in Awareness, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I dare hate
to fight love
One will punch
— the other a kiss
and love will arrest
the beast called fear
:: 02-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #hate, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #power of love, #quote, #writers, #writing | posted in Fear, Love
IT has been the same since birth
first the traumatic life of entrance
into such tenderly love…
both of mother and loving mate
followed by horrific separation
such we humans suffer in fate
:: 02-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #birth, #death, #love, #mate, #mother, #separation, #writers, #writing | posted in Death, Divorce, Horror, Life, Love, Pain, Poetry, Sorrow
LOVE has stalked me
thrice with its cunning
and more than once
has slay with its fangs
such a hunter is it
I fear it will not abate
and in the end I fear
first a mate then the end
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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I FELL into your jewel-laced eye
those depths deeper than an ocean
and saw all the dreams you dreamt
and even the birth of many lost in time
I swim within the passion oceans
You wave upon the surface of ocean waters
and gently tread your dreams of love
:: 02-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dreamy, #love, #passion, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #romance, #writers, #writing | posted in Dreams, Love, Poetry, Romance
TENDER dreams bespeak an ancient soul
one who adores the written word
In ancient times seen so magical
a scribble here and there
to keep the kingdom from disrepair
And now you fear the social web
it attempts to bind you from your soul
your weakness is not from fear
but from years of constant struggle
refuse to fight — just a while
to gain the strength that you need
then melt away the evil foe!
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #joy, #life, #love, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #soar, #writers, #writing | posted in Love, Poetry
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