Tag Archives: #writings

C R Y P TIC

i am other. Of no known
description. But, then if you
love me then mostly certain
you un derstand me? Knot.
so many painful feelings
inside my head their weight
falls deep into my stomach
as biled foods. Suffering
:as reaffirmation of Living.
As the Dead only Scream
from their condition and never
from pain. Lovely colors
are lit this way. My tongue
moves but my heart is cast
against a formidable Sea
— you know me. Cryptic!

:: 04-13-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


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:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


ENTRY MAY 13/2017

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I am caught … between the Wings of

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:: 05.13.2017 ::


I WERELINGS LIKNESS SAVINGS (TROLLS

we werelings likeness
savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges)
coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts!

whose words like lips
closed speaking
and two foots liking
here of this earth!

dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and
they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie)

and let us dance over
smashed words — open
broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked —
smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of
pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable
lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls
have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!

:: 07-25-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS — 056

FIRE that burning ICE

axe-plosion      burst stream
at first
a whisper dove

elegantly comes to me

DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning

A high sky ceiling tracing

my dove-love      angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile

tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed

lonely the soul drifting

between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth

What Kings see, humans know

what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove

SOARS so high above all

pure light eagle eyes

a hush from Creation

soon — the grand scene!

:: 04-17-2014 ::


CRAZY

MADNESS over love is crazy
but crazy gets things done

:: 12-31-2013 ::


POST-STORM

WHAT of the man who adores
the baby breath of his child
and conjure ancient-spirit
to protect his broad
What of the man that love
the spouse who conflicts
the concept of enternal love
Who can say — without delay
truth or right – I’d be dismayed
what true love be in light of humanity
Hush my fellow human – say nothing!
Let the tides swell – believe me
the shores be clean post-storm
— this day

::12-26-2013::


HIDDEN EXPRESSION

My DEARLY loved one
there truely
are no words
that expression
god-smack love
that smittens
the best of us
to express
such feelings
that betray
our mask
of hidden
expression

My nature – so low
compared to Mother’s
love — what you need
I lack in my given
To believe that gulf
can be bridged —
is more than I know
but I try and so I do
in all I say and think
I always truely think of you
Let fire and ice
burn and freeze me
but never disbelieve
What my words
–that I try to express

To you love
love always
for you
— forever…

::{}::


TOUCH-SOFT DROPS

TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
            ::-::


TASTE OF FEELINGS

I GIVE TO YOU my feelings
upon a silver platter
Which feeling you choose
to devour is up to you
but choose carefully
there are so many tasty bits
to savior and consume

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