So lady my gem
if i should say
what heavenly hymn
would your angel
unfurl her wings
a stimulation
God’s sensation
not too worry
He built it in
and I would take
that perfect bliss
lips need lips
and i have some
Fingers searching
there I find you
between those tears
and your eyes
I am not just love
but Cupid’s son
and I know love
it’s my burning fire
and my testimony
Love is the greatest
that greatest Truth
:: 04-08-2014 ::
Stay, do not leave; please, discover me
I am hidden, shadow skin,
Inviolable soul am I
Steadfast!
Those, who stab and bite my thoughts
it is fear, a half-awakened spirit;
kindness, compassion — accused weakness
young souls be children
a sign of misunderstanding
If not for the stars my knees would bleed
their fire support my weight
Love who born me — my mother, kiss me!
a voice I need and her hugs too — please
tonight I incite the prayer
Come! Come!
Your child is hungry – less
the spirits feed upon that flesh
the world should glimpse a moment
That dreams are true and life a wooden stage
Her wings iridescent blue!
:: 04-08-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
a clean sheet that paper
at birth not a scribble
a play yet to unfold
what character, will be?
and narrative to drive
that actor’s soul-stage
a setup from the start
and conflict in the wings
a resolution for life
we, the fictional
take our lines
from the Divine
and genre —
make mine romance
and not this horror
:: 04-08-2014 ::
What grows —
Love or
brute
animal behavior
delivers strength
but love —
a future of peace
one a feathered peacock
the other Angelic wings
:: 04-0-2014 ::
Spring fever has come
to all of you who know
and love freedom too
Thomas has a tree
he planted, needs feeding
and any blood will do
a finger scratches
not a sniff-and-do
but a document made
years ago in soul-gold
We love and love do
liberty dance with me
freedom breeds life
and life is a whore
she loves everyone
So now, a silence sings
it’s everywhere too
and the world’s eyes
stare and bleed at you
We have a show to tell
Feed me love my liberty
i taste the blood of ages
and my soul i give to you
oh, never mind the fear
instant fame for heroes
and the tree grows
a stem strong and firm
and guns and roses too
sing me that freedom song
:: 04-07-2014 ::
LOVE
is that chatterbox
a birdsong in morning
and softly whispers
incessantly at night
:: 04-07-2014 ::
DEATH.
That one friend which will never leave you
in good times or bad times — it will always
be there and will never forget you
And when you are having your shittiest day
and want to give up…well, it will embrace you!
:: 04-07-2014 ::
MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope
:: 04-07-2014 ::
I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in
:: 04-07-2014 ::
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