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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.


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



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