ABSOLUTE passion
is wider than life
A taste longer
than any road
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
“……………..”
Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”
08-06-2014 ::
GreatNothing
LOVER, my step
/broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”
:: 08-06-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 97
I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
FEATHERS & PENNIES
I followed a
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
feather
to the ground
along the twist
-ing-twirl
-ing
>dizzy<
| path |
I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone
:: 08-05-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 96 AVOID
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
|
|
AVOID
:: 07-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 95 LOVELY FAILURE
I am a miserable
lovely failure
of beautiful life
:: 07-23-2024 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 94 soulBONES
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach meStrength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 93 BIRDS & DREAMS
I do miss
Th. feathered
creature. [e]
a tickle-beak
upon my hand
as I feed her my
flying dreams!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 92 – SOLAR ASSAULT
THE day’s assault
dimming
a waning
flame trimming
and now the shadows
Delightfully skip-grow
as the sun dip below
the lost chances
of another beautiful day
Dusk, tell me lies
And so,
the truth of love
:: 07-23-2014 ::
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