TENDER dreams bespeak an ancient soul
one who adores the written word
In ancient times seen so magical
a scribble here and there
to keep the kingdom from disrepair
And now you fear the social web
it attempts to bind you from your soul
your weakness is not from fear
but from years of constant struggle
refuse to fight — just a while
to gain the strength that you need
then melt away the evil foe!
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
:: 02-03-2014 ::
[Definition ‘cock‘]
WATCH the busy as the doers spend
caught in life the prey in web
diligently doing the doers deed
comes the spinner spinning
until the end silvery spun death
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
THERE in my land
of uncertainty
where measurement
has no point in truth
and my heart is particle
or just a wave…
I rely upon your stare
to pleasantly collapse
my quantum wave
For it gives my birth
each new moment
within your physical realm
:: 02-03-2014 ::
I WALKED among the giants
whose shadows split the day in half
This — to me– happened
in a far away land
where rock speckles water
and blue tickles white beach sand
Friends they are even to this day
But the most I cherish who be my friend
are the little ones who live within the green
A plush forest without time or location
beyond this realm of fear and pain
:: 02-2-2014 ::
SLOWLY we parted not in heart
but in ways that lovers sometime do
What dismay for nature to act
that a fire have two flames that burn
separate but intensely in such turn
Shall sorrow bleed eternally?
Not in my Kingdom of Life — I say
:: 02-02-2014 ::
MY DEAR daughter who brought me back
from the precipice of cold death
I was there to bring you forth
from womb to a world so cold in heart
I am remiss to express this fact
— you were already there with me
My love is defined by your grace
and I have learned in my flesh
what you taught me from beyond
I say to you — I love you
and forever will be there
hand in hand–heart in heart
:: 02-01-2014 ::
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