Poetry & Prose
Marx and Apollo
Cast down disapproving glances
Our history draws the shades
and boils an egg
Andreas Robbins, 24 June 2011
Timely Sunlight
Timely sunlight
Warms my neck
Warms my mind
To the awe
Of its own
Curiosity
Stumbling upon
Ancient orchards
Hidden landscapes
The soul beneath
The word
I read on
Rolling hills
Obstinate stones
A cold solid wisdom
Warmed by the same sun
Industrial silhouettes
Rise out of
Ineffable stocky old historical
Stones
Crumbling
Creating
Unbroken lineage
They keep shining
By the light
Of grandpa sun
An old comforting
Emanation of experience
Reminding the stones
Reminding our feet
Ancient wisdom lives on
Shining through eyes
On skin
Love profound
Heating shelters through
The fire of our hearts
Timely sunlight
Andreas Robbins, 15 December 2009
The robber forgot to take
the moon shining
through the window
Andreas Robbins, 17 September 2009
love is like a butterfly
it lands on your shoulder when
you least expect it and flutters away
before you even notice it was there
Andreas Robbins, 18 September 2009
How to read my poems
See me, listen
Vibrate with your soul
Let your stomach chortle
As you sensuously devour each word
It does not need a purpose
It needs a will
And should you will it so
You will stomp on
Those ideas you call my words
And feast instead
Each word is as meaningless as milk
And who doesn’t love milk?
See what you see
Each sound is your mind’s
Let it be
Speak back to it
It won’t bite
All of it is yours now
You’ll take every last cracked voice
Farther than I ever could
Let it see the world
And meet more words
As they converge
Kissing and consuming
The will that’s the way
Wayward wandering
Wishing upon a star
Consummating the marriage
Of their metamorphosis
Freedom
…
I leave torches scattered
To light someone else’s dark place
Andreas Robbins, 25 January 2010
Allow delight
Resist resist
Exist exist
No more fight
Smell the flowers
Inside outside insight out of sight insight
Feel her power be her power
Taste the rain
Before the light
Andreas Robbins, 25 September 2009
-I am a bad education
-I am overpriced
-the lost adopted white boy
raised in every exotic
jungle you have ever seen
in the movies
-A naïve thief, impenetrable niece,
a fief of land
owed to some
hedgefund manager
in the future
Andreas Robbins, 18 November 2011
Burn poem burn
Burn poem burn
And never look back turn
Back turned backburned
Hot scolded scalding shadow
Keep moving the crossing to
There remains a chain
Disclaimer exclaim
Explain he exclaimed of brittle composure
Composed of mundane sun
Day one of our foray into
Adrenaline pump go
Crossover dribble move
On
Your mind is a lawn
And you are a pawn
Into which it has spawned
A tree of two by two to
Pattern the same sense is to
Build up your fences
Defend these from those needs
Makes you think you’re a rock
But you’re weak at the knees
Feet of porcelain fleeting as flees
In the breeze gone
Lightening energy far and strong
Infinite motion to and from
There and back back turned
Backburned
Burn poem burn
Andreas Robbins, 4 October 2009
… I’m always there and that light within is always right and should never shy away from its own truth speaking out and singing out…
Andreas Robbins, 12 July 2010
…There’s no waking life without dreams, no silence without song, and no reality without fantasy. It’s essential…
Andreas Robbins, 9 May 2011