Robert Aquarius started writing poetry in 1966. Since then, he has written about 600 poems. Here is a sampling of some of Robert's favorites.
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GAME
1 everyone's looking for a God everybody wants to be saved; everyone needs help no one helps himself; everybody's getting high everyone is too proud to cry; everybody is trying to fly no one wants to die; everyone is playing games everyone is looking for a name; everybody is telling lies no one finds heaven in the sky; everybody is speculating everyone is articulating; everybody is trying to get there no one wants to be fair; everyone is trying to understand this life everybody wants to be without strife; everyone wants to do it now no one truly knows how; everybody wants to get over the hump everyone attempts a suicidal jump; everybody wants to live longer everyday no one tries it nature's way; 2 the answer, my friend, is in the air, continue breathing it you will always be there. everything is game beyond the basics; there are no rules engraved on its player's faces. By Robert Aquarius |
WHO
Who are we - Really?! Transplanted aliens From distant worlds Riding a big blue ball In the Milky Way Sky Are we merely accidents of evolution? Spinning in circles until we die? Who among us knows mankind's true purpose on this fast moving rock? Is there more to us than counting days on the great cosmic clock? By Robert Aquarius NEVER WANT TO DEAL WITH NOW People live in fantasy worlds trying to escape reality, they try to live in the future when all the while they are stuck in the past. people rush into tomorrow riding on dreams seldom stopping to understand what's happening now - always talking about going when only recently they have arrived. all day long it's hustlin' connin', and searching for thrills moving too fast - accelerating their speed like run-away rockets out of control. People want to freeze the motion of time hoping to remove hands from the perpetual cosmic clock, not realizing all the while they are dying slowly - ever rushing foolishly away from themselves. By Robert Aquarius |
THE POET IN ME
1
O poet inside me
give forth
your inspiration and song
guide my newly plucked
feathery quill
to the mouth of an ink well;
If words be the things
you cherish
then write me a portrait
of dreams
make me see clearly
as I do Mona Lisa's smile.
On onionskin and parchment
scribe them with seed,
nourish them with love
and cosmic energy -
let them blossom in the rain
of other people's minds.
O poet, dominant personality
profound within me
how do you keep the others
chained underground
when the warrior
and rogue
are both stronger than
you and i.
2
If I examined you
the way Freud toyed
with a human mind
what would be the truth
of my discovery -
that you are merely
the total collection
of all my previous roles?
O poet, the perfect me,
sharpen my rose colored eyes
that we may expose
the prose of reality;
give me champagne and caviar;
let me savor the only things
this foolish poet treasures -
your entree of luminous words.
By Robert Aquarius
1
O poet inside me
give forth
your inspiration and song
guide my newly plucked
feathery quill
to the mouth of an ink well;
If words be the things
you cherish
then write me a portrait
of dreams
make me see clearly
as I do Mona Lisa's smile.
On onionskin and parchment
scribe them with seed,
nourish them with love
and cosmic energy -
let them blossom in the rain
of other people's minds.
O poet, dominant personality
profound within me
how do you keep the others
chained underground
when the warrior
and rogue
are both stronger than
you and i.
2
If I examined you
the way Freud toyed
with a human mind
what would be the truth
of my discovery -
that you are merely
the total collection
of all my previous roles?
O poet, the perfect me,
sharpen my rose colored eyes
that we may expose
the prose of reality;
give me champagne and caviar;
let me savor the only things
this foolish poet treasures -
your entree of luminous words.
By Robert Aquarius
