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About robin

...writer, lover, fellow, man; divinely adrift in a sea of inarguable genius and intellectual nuisance. Read@ Like@ and as always, peace, love—and think!


I will never again have a complex,

even though I stand alone.

I have seen my Eternal acreage ,

and its Sunrise…


A Sea like glass streaks eminent,

Victor’s singing by it’s side,

no sorrow knows this Kingdom,

it is finished.





Black cord,

twisted wire,

like intravenous,

feeding the electric beast.

Window to the world,

cemetery to the simple.

The dance of the marionette,

lures the champion to ash.



Sweet Embrace

It’s been a while,

since she’s held me like that,

what a sweet embrace.

Tender, vulnerable but strong,

no expectations,


Goosebumps on her arms as she drifted to sleep,

felt like they were my own.


eternally grateful,

Oh, that sweet embrace.


much needed time


at home

hey, what better place to stray

from all the clamor

of another dollar

for another day

no needs

no pressing


no smiles

hiding highly explosive


expressions of

concrete cracking at the pressure of

the weight of the world with

truth begging to seep


burst through this thin, quivering film of remaining dignity

can’t afford that

to be seen

or heard

somewhat peaceful is all i’ve got

and right now

it’s all i need

thank God

for a day



Pitch black

Can’t see hand before face

Can’t see cause, gender, or race

Just lifeforms

Images muddled by disbelief


Why and

When cometh Thy sweet relief

I’m shell shocked

Trouble’s my neighbor

Fair weather friend

It seems like

As soon as I breathe

Trouble begins

I long now

For nothing beyond the peace of my mind

Beyond a piece of Your time

Unmarred by this place in time

The sewage reaks

The water gets sharper with every taste

The oxygen leaks

Feels like I’m drowning in outer space

and all the while

Their glimmering smiles congratulate

Their lips serving sweet nothings

Their eyes hollow with hate

Pitch black

…all wounds

Trickle down

soft crease

soft skin

sharp pain


no relief

storm chokes

hard rain.


Trickle down

deep crease

thick skin

old friend

know Him well

sweet relief

storm cleans

tears mend.

My girl

She doesn’t think much of herself

but I do

And I will

as long as the sky’s blue

and the land’s still

sweet cream

mingled with the south’s finest of cocoas

sweet dream

mixings of passion, sweetness, and loco

or loca

more stimulating than native coca


woman for certain

sweet almond roca

that’s my girl

sweet scent of destiny


true love

I’ve known by its real name


that’s my girl

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