IT has been the same since birth
first the traumatic life of entrance
into such tenderly love…
both of mother and loving mate
followed by horrific separation
such we humans suffer in fate
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Monthly Archives: February 2014
THE DEATH OF BIRTH AND LOVE
LOVE — THE STALKER
LOVE has stalked me
thrice with its cunning
and more than once
has slay with its fangs
such a hunter is it
I fear it will not abate
and in the end I fear
first a mate then the end
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JEWEL EYE
I FELL into your jewel-laced eye
those depths deeper than an ocean
and saw all the dreams you dreamt
and even the birth of many lost in time
I swim within the passion oceans
You wave upon the surface of ocean waters
and gently tread your dreams of love
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IF…
IF I write a wrong
will that suffice
a wrong to right?
And if I sang
a song
would hate
become a love?
In a world
that I create
such a thing
be such way
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EMILY’S GHOST
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
EMILY’S ghost will never return
for she has reached a higher plane
one without the flesh or human face
Those who doubt should read the prose
clearly stated: she was a soul beyond
Beyond the gate of those who rate
all things in terms of human fate
She is not what before but more
and should you seek to know
the fate just live and wait
the piece of her she has
is the piece of you
for those who wait
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For Lilygutschmidit
your ‘About Me’ touched me profoundly so! This is for you!
Link: https://erobles1963.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/dreaming-writer-soul/
DREAMING WRITER SOUL
TENDER dreams bespeak an ancient soul
one who adores the written word
In ancient times seen so magical
a scribble here and there
to keep the kingdom from disrepair
And now you fear the social web
it attempts to bind you from your soul
your weakness is not from fear
but from years of constant struggle
refuse to fight — just a while
to gain the strength that you need
then melt away the evil foe!
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PARENTAL ABSENCE
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
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[Definition ‘cock‘]
PRAY FOR THE PREYED
WATCH the busy as the doers spend
caught in life the prey in web
diligently doing the doers deed
comes the spinner spinning
until the end silvery spun death
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JOY HAS WINGS
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
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