Does tragedy desire love
this I think
and know
a loss of one in life
that the flesh
lives
but the love
die
Does tragedy desire love
yes it does and upon a petal
that dark black rose
it grows
within a dry soil
:: 03-23-2014 ::
And I clipped your hip
just a soft touch too
that swept through you
a frozen moment – burst
sunshine sweet Amaryllis
wept the world and me too
that graceful love be you
:: 03-23-2014 ::
SIMPLY put…
a lightening bolt
is not a standard
for the souls’ love
that charge marches
on toward fields
whose battles yet won
:: -03-22-2014 ::
MY forgiveness that I confess
I abhor the thoughts of a few men
who poetry reclined in regal
to bequeath a crow of joy
Pope and Byron so much
a meat of their time
I confess to the mass
not like them —
I know the face of God
and the thought behind
those that doubt this
carefully watch our kind
a congress in rot and fraught
with indecision — such a crime!
We humans mimic the God
and He is about to reset…
:: 03-22-2014 ::
THE lie so gel and tick
centuries upon centuries
a timeless tatoo upon soul
we were lost in that time
who we are so goddamn grand
but those Ones who watch
afraid of our very souls
at their touch could erase all
the contempt for that source
of war and faminine and death
i am no longer human but animal
cornered and challenged to a point
i shall risk all to gain what lost
:: 03-22-2014 ::
in truth i wish to throw up
the viral mess of insanity
and my belly turns and ache
what strange magic changed
the now and here into strange
i hate the people who walk
talk and text and do-sickness
and that latte too — break
i wish for human truth now
and should die soon if not
:: 03-22-2014 ::
IT took a dream to visit
that grand waiting room
where you stood in regal
where the angels dressed
and powdered your face
and laced those lips
in red-sun blare bliss
my dear you are a dream
And that dew fell-dropped
upon an Earth not from here
what sound I heard yonder
those tunes in a chamber
not from here on Earth
but over-there in Heaven
and I stood a chance?
to dance with this woman
My lover forever dancing
in childbirth and lover
you see an equal here
and dear my heart for you
together we choose each other
and times and fashions pass
but such lovers remain fast
my vow to you forever my love
:: 03-22-2014 ::
confident pose exude repose
secret-
ness a dress code
that lonely wolf
a hunter afore
and the line —
ignored
what hunger-food
satiates my heart
a meal of the soul
meager mind–fast food
no desire i devour
but the rich protein
of a vast soul-woman
the nibble-care love
a feast for centuries
and beyond the curve
come lady-daylight girl
your dance is waiting
a flask of red flair
you who adore mystery
an itch upon tender skin
quiver-lust dream me
my shadow hover there
:: 03-22-2014 ::
YOUR face image
a soul memory came leaping seeping
a thunder bolt struck
me and burned
solid resolve
seeking solace in a flower
or a fragrance for the soul
no lover loved as my soul do
a cost above the fray of human-all
whirl dizzy soft doe-eye sees
a meadow wet in soft bed drop-tears
gently walking no twig broken do
that heart so strong and love beyond
soar
Soar
i met my Maker too
fallen stars also have
dear lover
How crazy I flew just to impress you
a human flaw
and my license — love above all
against tides that erode simple pleasure
and jump-start death
arrest life
No! Sweet lips
love is the reason
for all
:: 03-22-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
ONE fire burned that for another
FIRE consumed an admiration —
God’s gift of gifts to all
that Beethoven adored Mozart
Sixteen age years he traveled
and once within the music room
Mozart, in no mood to meet the boy
— a prodigy like Wolfgang, said:
“Play me something…” — said he
C minior Piano concerto
“No not that, anyone can play!
Let flow what you have written”
and Beethoven did – stroke a fire
Said Mozart, “Stanzi, Stanzi,
one day he will give the world
something to talk about.”
:: 03-22-2014 ::
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