That slipper from a night
I found upon my doorstep
so elegant thou foot be
that I should die to know
the rest of you jewel eye
mystery woman of night
I fall to deep dreams
and die each heart beat
Come to me woman
there within your garden
Eternally I shall always wait
:: 03-01-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Oh Leviathan of deep oceans my soul!
no eye sees what waters move you
and cold deep comfort that warm heart
seafarers banish harpoon made of slate
and human hearts frail of tissue-skin
what chases whom across vastness say
ghosts, dreams, shadows, malaise
go my dear beast, deep, far, and wide
lest hemocyanin colour that grand heart
the oceans cover that which is great
:: 03-01-2014 ::
THERE is only victory
when passion drive
that love and life
commingle one
the bluejay sang
and dew what knew
but a blade of green
glistens clarity-life
the murmur soft
nature’s lullaby
:: 02-25-2014 ::
What tragedy could encase my pain
such travesty when love saves
immensely my wrong-dos today
the delicate pain of love say
a burden greater than a soul
my blue bleeds across the skies
and my heart fades in yellows
beneath the horizon’s sun scream
butterfly tickle me-soul now
perchance a drop of love from
dangling eternity-skies
passion-lip hush-kiss now
:: 02-27-2014 ::
So there you are hidden in your beauty
that golden shadow cascades beyond delight
and being the nymph of love I peak inside
and see this light of pure innocence there
My elegant lust who keeps the hidden trust
my prayer is that you release the locks
allow me to enter paradise and lush-love
we are creature-souls that bite ripe fruit
and your harvest is full and mine appetite due
Persona non grata —
I sang beneath
the moonlight sonata
a ghost finger touched
a quiver — semi-tone note
my soul did concave
beneath that haunting
longing aching spirit
So persona non grata
my coattail in winter snow
:: 02-25-2014 ::
that idea about beauty
what more can be said
it is within the eye
but so can it be more
the heart flesh mind
it is either there
or not —
indifference or
convulsion
:: 02-20-2014 ::
I dug a hole in time today
within this vast room
an ancient music I played
of a composer distant past
his hand now dry and cold
has touched my heart still
:: 02-20-2014 ::
[Du verpasst Herr Beethoven!]
This carriage so tosses me my love
and miles I have yet to go
but you are with me on my travels
I see you about as love conjures you —
the supple curve of twin peaks
before gold cascade across your form
and those fields with dancing flowers
twirl they do and dance when we are one
a peaceful brook I crossed and heard
that sweet throat-murmur to me from you
I find you when I see-smell lovely nature
Still a few miles to go before I reach for you
within my sweet sleep
:: 02-18-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2010
beyond the lies
and fleshy thorns
a second place
another time
we walked the stones
tripped through time
but village rudes
slain my love
drown by stream
rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides
the tip of hatred
pierced my neck
a chain of pain
the children laughed
and danced the night
oh the wonders of life
never cease to amaze
mysteries of pain
maybe times are slow
but love wins the race
and you were my flower
and i the field of wonders
rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides
women in love — lovers
beauty on beauty is such
candles melt leaving roses
and rivers flow in crimson
and if i ever live to see
your field of wonders
such beauty
i could never match
and rivers flow…
— crimson tides —
:: 02-14-2014 ::
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