(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Of all the senses most admired
they are not the five mostly known
that I see before it’s done
precog is sweet but full of scorn
And sweet conversation — other side
is kind but exhausts my living life
what mostly I adore — affecting change
a higher path worldwide to take
is clearly the best for all – intention
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
The day my skies darkened
such lost a cavity in my soul
Immortal doings completely so
that living a drudgery act
When a spirit feels such truth
each tick-tock touches you
loss of love removes a piece
let my days be numbered do!
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
My Polly, nations gather to greet
this beautiful creation from dust
Aberration of fantasy becomes
what life has brought forth to Earth
Thunderous applause for mere moments
to see the twinkle of God’s eye —
a pollination between flesh and spirit
What grand flowers grow within your fields
and highlights of sunburst painting hearts
showers from blue skies and kisses too
My Polly-be so-good for Earth and me
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Woman, I gave to thee
not more than what I am, —
a mere taste of eternity
the breath of imperial love
gently i laid before thee
The heart has no eye, yet —
some believe ocular
that what they see is more
but my love is a tiny thing
and great power so granular
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
And with a shout-sharp word
the chandelier of your heart
shatters — a burst of broken dream
the auctioneer sells your soul
what was once a sphere of tender love
now just tears and broken thole
:: 02-10-2014 ::
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