Robert Velves

Robert Velves Mar 26

2:55

Five vials of hope before 2:55,
An epinephrine Saturday feast
After midday, preventing time to arrive
Again, to stall the curse at least.

The single drop of tear tells it all,
I guess I've seen it coming.
And it did, but very stealthily, the fall
Disguised in serene eyes staring.

Broken voices of 2:55 and hence
A glass of water, a pat on the shoulder,
Paper works, the waiting, querying the sense
Reduced to an atheist's prayer.

The chaos ceased, all quiet on the front.
The war is lost; not a dream did survive.
Life is a poem that is so blunt,
All gone, after midday at 2:55.

Robert Velves Mar 24

Silence

Something is wrong with silence this morning,
The cars, the buses, their honks, their vrooms, on the road--
Silence should be deafening, echoing
Silence should have nothing to unload
For silence is the tragic weight of an ode.

Diazepam can only slow down the hours
My heart, my thoughts, my soul, smile is ours.

I'd bite those fingers until my strength ebb away
I'd bite those tubes until they lost their power
Over my soul, until there is only yesterday
Until the silence is returned to its place
The silence of cosmos, of eternity,
The silence returning upon my face
When every atom is back in their density
And sorrow lost its intimacy.

Until then, yet amid the vehicles roaring...
Something is wrong with the silence—it’s mourning.

Mar. 24, 2025/some velvet briars

Robert Velves Mar 23

The Last Words

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." You said,
The remaining coherence
As you struggled on your bed
It didn't right away sink in my head,
Absolute courage was my preference
Not knowing your own preference
Glowing away in your exhausted eyes,
You didn't have to apologize...
But did you expect me to let go?
Nothingness. Emptiness. Silence.
All rolled together—pain and sorrow,
A thread was cut to your preference.

They all left, we are alone again,
You, surrounded by wreaths, in your final bed
I on the wooden bench, beneath the rain
That no one sees falling on my head.

You're still sleeping, but never to rise again,
I'm still sitting, but never to be the same again
And it finally sunk in my head,
Your last word shouldn't have been said.

Mar. 24, 2025/12:23AM

Robert Velves Mar 18

Twice Revived

Not once, but twice, holding on
Fiercefully amid the sound of machine,
The flattening lines to oblivion
The fragility to light and darkness in between.

There is a spark in him, I hold onto that,
Taking it one moment at a time
His muted tears fell as I helplessly sat
Watching him, defiant, sublime.

It is a great fight, indeed a great fight
Giving me a spark in this lonesome night.

About my son in the hospital, fighting it out.

Robert Velves Mar 18

Falling Numbers

Here I am, at this certain dim side,
At the side of the door, not looking at it anymore
But I am waiting now for reality to decide
Time is fate, fate is time and nothing more.
I could hear them reminding, falling numbers,
I sigh, a quick glimpse, their determined eyes,
Doing all they could within their powers
And here I am by the door, knowing life always lies.
Everything is temporary, all trying to survive,
By the door I saw them, relieved, for the life they were able to revive
Walking away from their routine, to the known--
The inevitable they would try to postpone.
And yet, in that moment of quiet triumph,
Their faces whispered something unspoken,
A fragile hope, a fleeting joy amid the storm—
Life, though borrowed, was no less precious or broken.

Scene as the doctors successfully revived my son

Robert Velves Mar 17

Glimpse of You

Just one more glimpse of you,
Then never to see your beautiful eyes again—
Those graceful glances that dance
Through my dreaming heart, where truth and fantasy blend.

I shall never again hear your sweet, clear voice,
Yet in my thoughts its melody will always ring;
As your silent glances float, rejoicing
In the promise of a love that fate might bring.

I watch you walk away along your familiar path,
Each step etching memories into the day;
A bittersweet refrain that lingers in the aftermath,
One more glimpse of you, lighting my every way.

Mar. 17, 2025

Robert Velves Mar 12

Quintessence of Pain

These are the most deafening hours
The vision of your smile and glances
Grace the silence of the time that is not ours
Oh, love, why so cruel with my chances?
Long dark days are ahead, you are a ghost
You sweetly haunt me in your abscence
You are everything, my ever most, and I am lost
In dreams and sorrow, in pain's quintessence,
Each moment without you drowns my existence.
For pain's purest form is not sharp but still,
A quiet yearning, bending all to its will.
If fate should guide my path to you once more,
In kindness, show your smiles as once before.

Mar. 12,2025/Some Velvet Briars