Monthly Archives: October 2014
If you saw a world
made of love
would the light
destroy your eyes
even if the heart
rejoiced in all
greatness by God
And all the dead
arisen by Grace
to meet loved ones
would the light
destroy your heart
Not if I was one,
like a pebble
in a cold river,
getting by,
by the eddies
of life’s currents
Oh, the heartache
and greatness
just the tip
of a butterfly wing
and the sky above
reaches out to me
And the one who
sold all of this
just a lie —
the price of a soul
all for His glory,
silver for blood.
The Mystery of His Glory.
:: 10-20-2014 ::
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The enormous crowd of my secret thoughts
knocked upon the door-soul of my heart
Just today, absent any butler
I had to answer — I saw his coattails
fleeing summer that was my butler.
And the face of the door smiled
but the knob too hot to hold
and my feet a pool of cold sweat
knowing my thoughts that revisit today.
I only had — wished I had, a new thought
but could only feel the deepening dread.
And the door opened…
:: 10-20-2014 ::
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We are comforted within my skin
the pillow-clouds of revelation,
by self and ‘me’ are easy on us.
The ugly scars of life my lips.
The bruised heart my portrait
for the blooming fields of love.
We are comforting within this skin.
The hands calloused by lying souls,
my self and ‘we’ are this grip,
that no strongest wind can break.
We are the verified self.
:: 10-20-2014 ::
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I my dear
only one
a disappointment
is my f e ar
the Me of my own
just what you see
(and I judge not
by eye) but mostly
others do
not understand
just a pebble
and lesser
if a grain of
indescribable
something
Let just be
the crown jewel
a gem never
touched by others
it makes artThing
and weeping hearts
:: 10-18-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abstract, #fear, #love, #poetry | posted in #fear, #love
IF wars were waged by words
in place of bombs and bullets
then wars would wage a battle
upon the countryside of Souls
— more than flesh or mind!
Who would victory embrace
if all our words were fear and hate?
No one my kindred spirit!
:: 10-18-2014 ::
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willow-scent
emotionally
dispensed by my
day of enormity
My hand I gave
but not touched
never and forever
this horror aches
and reasons bleed
like heartHole Me
I must be this
terrible monster!
:: 10-17-2014 ::
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I and just me and no thing more
fell toward the bottom of heaven
it was simply my desire to kiss
and hold an unapproachable
beauty I met, and you, a magic
like– new things with hidden treasure
and I did forever give my faith
and heart and trust and our ship
sailed toward many ports of life
and we were happy then…
but tempest of a waterGod
batter yourHull heart and we
drowned and died like Jones
I love the sea and water nymph,
but never knew how deeply
and coldly your ocean went.
I simply died nowHere.
:: 10-17-2014 ::
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I wouldn’t care if when your feet
fall upon Mother Earth but since
they do (sometimes fastly,nimble) the notes of heaven and it’s symphony
touches my organHeart like a piece
of gold rattling in my LifeBox gift.
Mostly all ducks walk like shackled
slaves but the swan by eyeGrace
glides beneath sweetened moonlit waters.
I think you are not duck nor swan
but the ballerina of celestial stage
and that symphony beneath
your footfalls marry my heart
to your soul, always when you move
and me, too.
:: 10-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love. #poetry. # passion | posted in #abstract, Love, Passion
touch-skip the slopes
lovingLY my
goldBee
kissNectar lips
Her prize touched I
between my passion
and expectations
dreams a tossed
plungingSoftly
passion Bite!
kissing her lips
and how my world
has these falling columns
when our bodies clasp
herOn my tenderPetals
the kiss and no Thing
more than that!
Her bloodFuse snap
eatingSlippery heart
raindrop has a fall
pollen a flight
and love the flutter
butHer slopes of lip
a Goldgate opened
for my soul to enter
:: 10-15-2014 ::
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A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin
:: 10-13-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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