weathered heart sun bleach
bloodstained dreams sing
tender notes ivory be
of memories past time
and longing be strained
such power still remain
but less than i wish
what gave strenght
my love to death
i fear it the most
be strong this life
and live this dream
that breath in us
a gulf that keeps
our dreams at bay
awaits weaker souls
:: 02-12-2014 ::
(c0 e.p. robles 2011
Flamenco guitar tremolo string
tingle spirit umbrella drink
enticing spice taste spring
artist seduce the moment
falling lust burst reds
fire air lung moan
lost in life
lust most
love
:: 02-12-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
When I left
you tore to shreds
what remained
of our memories
and that touch
you gave to me
I cut into pieces
upon your grave
If I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to warn the devil
and heaven shudders
at my innate power
the angels begging
don’t forsake love
I won’t be able
to match the beauty
of the dead in my heart
if I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to give you
my warning
I will touch your hand
and thaw —
your dead heart
and heaven will sigh relief
there’s no beauty matched
what lives dies today —
and tomorrow lives
another burning day
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
My Polly, nations gather to greet
this beautiful creation from dust
Aberration of fantasy becomes
what life has brought forth to Earth
Thunderous applause for mere moments
to see the twinkle of God’s eye —
a pollination between flesh and spirit
What grand flowers grow within your fields
and highlights of sunburst painting hearts
showers from blue skies and kisses too
My Polly-be so-good for Earth and me
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
IV
such wind blows my love upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth
and now the grasp of pain so cold sweeps
upon frozen tears pain hurts the soul
i should say come away — away from sorrow
but the gate between fate and me is locked
should i find that eternal key — be your heart
:: 02-08-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I gave my love to one
and swore to God above
she would be the one
I would die in old age
loving and cherishing
and this I swore before
mankind and heaven
even the angels of glory
that she walked away
was not my bidding
so here I stand
firmly in faith
that my word is strong
and shall never sway
that she walked away
does not mean
I did the same
so I remain
empty handed
but still in love
:: 02-07-2014 ::
A drop of tear split ages
asunder my fears lover
time no more than mind
but love such as ours
gently touches life
and living must we
between fear and pain
and love and fame
nothing compared dear
to that heart of yours
that which I die for
many times each day
my majesty lives
within my dreams
love and lover
forever more
:: 02-07-2014 ::
LISTEN dear do you hear
the bells a ringing?
there were birds
in the sky
and they were singing
a wonderful song
full of loving
so I say just to you
take my hand
there be love all around
but the love I want
is what I found
it’s you — oh you!
:: 02-07-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SCORNED for beauty
that mark of desire
a sentence served
until old age reprieve
To carry this burden
unjust for those
The only crime committed
— at birth
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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