WHAT thief!
Coy and soothing
belongs something like
confessions through tears
Words. Paint! The thief
of my own life that takes
away the embering lit heart
unto heaven; and leaves
me exhausted life a lover
who gave me evrything,
and more than love!
Poetry. Art.
My lover!
11-03-2014 ::
Say, be my love(mystery too)
My heart!
Than can be more careful!
Time the (pre)veil of misty dreams
Those broken mis-step footfalls
across your pure heart
I took and more closely than
the love you Gave the GhostMe
Separation(imagine
lost in life divided
by space-time and God)gave me
the Eye of the Soul
(Bare hearts like snow,
even rain and mud know
understanding nature)
the endless journey now!
11-03-2014 ::
I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger
and I point towards the sky
making all things good!
:: 12-04-2014 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
E.P. Robles | Poetry 