forgive me my madness
eccentricities
my faults
my tenderness
a pain
a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human
it hurts
my eyes of marble
so hard
intense sight beyond light
and that thrump
within
a vessel with cargo
holds
lifetimes of love and sorrow
none of which my soul
measures
a life on hold
save this spot
:: 04-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life
lives and soar
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave and ocean
that my life
becomes our life
and as one what more
than one and whole
:: 04-03-2014 ::
devastation —
utter beauty
that, what you do
unknowingly, do to me
butterfly lash
deep pools
eyes of jewels
stare my soul
which you do
what fragment, time
the world vanish
when my soul
so near to you
love, my love
devastating love
:: 04-03-2014 ::
my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which flutter
rich royal blue skies
that which flies —
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely fly!
always with you, my guide
:: 04-03-2014 ::
that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Run and hide and run and dodge
it’s a dance for love of life
this dance of survival born
from a tribe forgotten by time
and the song has no words
it was sang before words
and the devil and god
just a metaphor before
hell unleashed upon earth
and that fire and heaven
never gave it’s name now
and people sing and dance
flesh is more than word
and belief a bond of love
and family a gold vault
and we praise God his names
I will drop the devil below
below the names he gave us
and God rise above Skies
Let glory prevail in blue
i dropped the devil
dropped the devil
to his knees
and slay his neck
let blood paint me
it paints me a warrior
and i am at His service
:: 04-02-2014 ::
I saw a reason today
to walk into a war
and she said it’s okay
and I went for family
and i was a brave heart
and mortars fell beside me
and the day never ended
one day I took a phone call
and she said today my dear
something has changed
and it’s my heart
I took bullets and death
and my dream was for you
and the children at your feet
she used to love me a lot
and I remember the good times
and prayed it’s not too late
to start again to start again
but her bullets tore through me
and her war was more than that
where i was sitting that day
and today i am a casaulty
she used to love me
yes, she once loved me
but the war is now won
I gave it my best shot
but love is an enemy at best
and God has His plan for life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
My angle visited me just today
and she brought along her tricks
and they blew me away this day
She held within her hand
a butterfly so beautiful
and it spread it’s wings
and my soul-field covered
in her love butterflies
and Van Gogh died today
Today I saw my paint dry
and the canvas prayed
never let that brush go
Today, my hat I tipped
that soul a flavor gold
and I said…
fly on angel
fly through my skies
fly with my colors
My brush I threw away
a painter is a hand
but she’s my heart
:: 04-02-2014 ::
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