fire dance that tipsy –
prance
and heat adore
that wick of lore
the human bre — athe
what you burn
one to live
as one to live
and if my sign be air
would you consume
=====> all me
that to dance
upon your wick
should i be — hot as you?
this i wish to be — not flesh
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but that fire of you
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forgive me my madness
eccentricities
my faults
my tenderness
a pain
a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human
it hurts
my eyes of marble
so hard
intense sight beyond light
and that thrump
within
a vessel with cargo
holds
lifetimes of love and sorrow
none of which my soul
measures
a life on hold
save this spot
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(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
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(c) E.P. ROBLES
my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life
lives and soar
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave and ocean
that my life
becomes our life
and as one what more
than one and whole
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devastation —
utter beauty
that, what you do
unknowingly, do to me
butterfly lash
deep pools
eyes of jewels
stare my soul
which you do
what fragment, time
the world vanish
when my soul
so near to you
love, my love
devastating love
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my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which flutter
rich royal blue skies
that which flies —
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely fly!
always with you, my guide
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that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
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Run and hide and run and dodge
it’s a dance for love of life
this dance of survival born
from a tribe forgotten by time
and the song has no words
it was sang before words
and the devil and god
just a metaphor before
hell unleashed upon earth
and that fire and heaven
never gave it’s name now
and people sing and dance
flesh is more than word
and belief a bond of love
and family a gold vault
and we praise God his names
I will drop the devil below
below the names he gave us
and God rise above Skies
Let glory prevail in blue
i dropped the devil
dropped the devil
to his knees
and slay his neck
let blood paint me
it paints me a warrior
and i am at His service
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