Daily Archives: February 15, 2014


should not refrain from love
which I pour from fragile heart
tis a thing so gentle-be you see
that I give to only you for life

come here my darling bunny-bride
let us discover new pleasures —
and kiss and lick and nibble
i hear that Spring comes so soon

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Poe Potrait
[image courtesy of Google Images]

Quite simply, the macabre fascinates me
my readers know and perchance the future too
My words are the actors and your mind the stage
As my parents I too ventured to entertain
albeit in a more sadistically tortured way
The life of a writer is indeed isolation and
the fantasies and cravings of fear and hope
intermingle into a tapestry of literary lies
But therein a nugget of truth between things
as fiction and fact — what is life if not
fact and fiction?  We proceed along our path
as though only truth resides on the corporeal
plane.  To defy light-of-day reality is to
exist in a world of one’s own fashioned by
bravery, instinct, and honesty.

I wish the future the very best but feel
the cloak of humanity shall do us all in

Am I right?  Tis so I do believe, yes.

I do.

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in the echo i heard your name
a hollow thing rang in heart
inside a bell the bats flew
what i knew i could not see
but my conscious knew it well
we took too much time and today
our paths should have never crossed

my belle dance the shadow night
until we meet another place
another time we’ll give it all

i could ever wish to match
the beauty of this love
this beauty pure simple beauty

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(c) ep robles 2012

i have a box of simple things
and within its walls
i keep memories of you
— on raining days
for my heart when it weeps

so listen to me now
cherish the heart
and its moments
i would rather be alone
then with these memories

has anybody remembered you?
and does your heart ache
when the sun goes down?
i do especially for you
yes i would rather be alone

hearts are made for love
and dirt mixes good in rain
but castles in sand erode
but my love is a wave

i take me with you
each tide away
i believe in you
every day every wave

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(c) ep robles 2010

beyond the lies
and fleshy thorns
a second place
another time
we walked the stones
tripped through time
but village rudes
slain my love
drown by stream

rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides

the tip of hatred
pierced my neck
a chain of pain
the children laughed
and danced the night

oh the wonders of life
never cease to amaze
mysteries of pain

maybe times are slow
but love wins the race
and you were my flower
and i the field of wonders

rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides

women in love — lovers
beauty on beauty is such
candles melt leaving roses

and rivers flow in crimson
and if i ever live to see
your field of wonders

such beauty
i could never match
and rivers flow…

— crimson tides —

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(c) ep robles 2012

exquisite is that thing
— a feeling
heavy but soft
and light as air
all in one
but more than so
a thing seldom
called ‘oh’
‘oh’ is a good taste
like cherry but smells
like a thorn less rose
to see ‘oh’ one must
be in throe —
the throe of ‘oh’
is so delightful
is but a glimpse
of ‘oh-oh’…
but i digress —
the lucky know

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