IT began not
with a grand plan
but within a fit
of utter despair
and the fury
of God-Light
consumed nothing
but gave all love
:: 03-01-2014 ::
Daily Archives: March 5, 2014
NOT WITH A GRAND PLAN
IN MY DESPAIR
IN my despair I caught
a taste of springtime
upon your lips
and I knew winter
and ice was gone
:: 03-01-2014 ::
CLOUDS MOVE ME
What sullen blues and grays
cascade across my sphere
such melancholy soothes
despair within my dream
What life I seek is within you
:: 03-01-2014 ::
MY WALK
OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone
:: 03-01-2014 ::
EMPTY FIELD OF BONES
Please learn this lesson love
sometimes a strong heart
should not live too long
Admirable love of strength
when battles are won
Look across the field
many die that fight for life
But your soul remains so
beyond any you love
or know — alone are you
An empty field of bones
:: 03-03-2014 ::
MOVEMENT
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MOVEMENT
Movement
that tryst
between
fear life
souls
grow flee
life’s
do die
light
burn bright
:: 03-04-2014 ::
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