Jonathan ROBIN Poems

She's built cold walls of fiction around her bleeding heart
to protect her from prediction that spring may bring fresh start,
imagined wrongs correcting, pain dissipating fast, -
much time she spent erecting tall walls which need not last.
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All spoken, all that's written, reorders letters, worded
from thought-chains, hopes love-smitten, links unexpected, herded,
to offer base from which one can explore what's seen, sensed, hidden,
what on the surface seem dream themes by intuitions bidden
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Distance once meant more
than trouble, time and travel
to an unknown shore.
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If men could read in fee_male thoughts
then states would triple child supports,
and second states would not be torts
when tactful contact sense contorts.
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Mermaid cavern 'neath the swirling sea
Asphixiates or offers oxygen,
Uses air or brings it back again
Depending on soul's authenticity.
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Peaceful imagination is life's piecemeal architect, pieces together finite sum of infinite opportunities, attracts to or defracts from proactive links. Expectation and reality contract as contacts contract probabilites. Soul re_mainS[T]AYs whole, intact. Tactile tease tactfully subcontracts substance with DIStracted EASE, cures disease leading through convention to misguided conviction. Reality conundrum paradox rocks pre-ordained clock choice shock, Meter maid made met and unmet alma mata matter mutter perceptions. Immortal streamlined spotlights echo as idea[l]s tune-tweak leak spheres' muse music, reap energy, leap beyond current or recurrent pluridimensional parallel cycles. Pixel paradox spirals ad infinitum.

HE triptoes to and fro between her energy's go glow fractal reflections of parallel factual reality relays, in fact, fiction and fantasy, unGODlily attracted to his lily: her gene_I_US.
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Ce soir, chocolat.
Demain, la douceur du fond
du coeur, du coca!
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One can, who strangers scan, too few admire,
as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir,
tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board,
stillborn refuting intimate desire.
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