(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
THERE in my land
of uncertainty
where measurement
has no point in truth
and my heart is particle
or just a wave…
I rely upon your stare
to pleasantly collapse
my quantum wave
For it gives my birth
each new moment
within your physical realm
:: 02-03-2014 ::
I WALKED among the giants
whose shadows split the day in half
This — to me– happened
in a far away land
where rock speckles water
and blue tickles white beach sand
Friends they are even to this day
But the most I cherish who be my friend
are the little ones who live within the green
A plush forest without time or location
beyond this realm of fear and pain
:: 02-2-2014 ::
SLOWLY we parted not in heart
but in ways that lovers sometime do
What dismay for nature to act
that a fire have two flames that burn
separate but intensely in such turn
Shall sorrow bleed eternally?
Not in my Kingdom of Life — I say
:: 02-02-2014 ::
MY DEAR daughter who brought me back
from the precipice of cold death
I was there to bring you forth
from womb to a world so cold in heart
I am remiss to express this fact
— you were already there with me
My love is defined by your grace
and I have learned in my flesh
what you taught me from beyond
I say to you — I love you
and forever will be there
hand in hand–heart in heart
:: 02-01-2014 ::
THE VOID began its journey
before the Word spoke
and into light one begat the other
a universal echo of laughter
Our stage is not one alone
but a platform for a world
of souls here and beyond
Attentively they watch the play
so learn your words my dear
the performance of a lifetime
that we may give the audience
that which it has paid in full
:: 02-01-2014 ::
You asked me for a sign of faith
I showed you my blood filled scar
Trapped inside a shadow box
I wish I could eat your face
what was born was a mistake
I threw up your placenta-grace
Love-hate makes my day
watching trolls bleed away
watch the stones crack away
Marquise heart cuts my flesh
such a pretty stone I bled away
wear it on your flesh
let it cut through your bone
And you dream another tar pit trap
for the next lover-exhibit show
let the buttercup freeze in your mouth
Cataclysmic love bleached bone death
love hate wait let’s begin again
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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