(Those who have followed my poetry know there are certain things I have changed. I am devastated by the realization that my understanding has done nothing wrong! The words come. In day as i am awake, in night as I sleep. The poems always flowing. I rarely change anything and especially will NEVER change my mistakes. As I see my own life as a very large mistake; a boy who should never have survived much less been born to deep poverty of intellect).
If this whole affair shall do in my attachment
to family I easily release it only because
my heart is within splendid love.
To find happiness in Life
to find love in living
i surrender my Life for Love
if loving is the greatest cost
of the tears i spill in Life
How I walk the seashore hand-in-hand
talking.
“How to make you happy in life
without any object in life?”
Well, eventually your strenth will
tell me an impossibility.
“Ask of me. I only wish a woman to love.”
Well, then. While the ocean breaks the
shores and the skies move clouds
they watch us — what they say of us?
“They say, we are in deep love my dear.
The world is in love with a fallen angel
whom loves poetry.”
:: 0.30.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 