(c) E.P. ROBLES
ay-oh ay-oh ay-ho
mighty sky beast
ay-oh ay-oh long
holy feet moves
makes the ground sing
sai-yo mah-oh love
my pebble stone burns
a feast for hunger
keep the children
close to you —
lest they fall
into that fire
sky spirit kiss
ay-oh families
make the rain fall
aday-o feed love
let truth live in you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
a light I held within my hands
no more than a firefly lit
but it burned so brightly
and lit two souls afire
that light grew o’er time
and replaced my sun
and each night it lay
next to the lonely moon
I slept beneath your light
that which we shared
and in mornings awoke
and basked in that fire
fresh mountain air stir
a mixture running brooks
now your firefly has flown
but I still have the moon
and each midnight dreams
of that fire we once shared
my love I keep the fire
and one day my firefly too
shall fly away toward Heaven
and I bring our fire with me
:: 04-03-2014 ::
How do we meet on the heat-road of this dead-end girl
where the moon shies away and the owl scatters
my boots have a tar-goo so hard to clean this night
what could you say to me to make it all the worth?
Sir, I saw a sinner who stared into my eyes – nights ago
and he woke up the love and passion this night
I have nothing more to give or say tonight to you tonight
the ocean sings to you in a shell
and the bird tweets a tune to your heart
and a rising world of color brings you love
Yes, that is it…
I wish to forsake the bloodshed
and all the grief
I say that love – love is a wave
it’s a seventh wave of love
and drown in that wave ripple
But hate and grief pinches me
and my heart and body sir
is a fragile fabric in life
Lovely soul come to me then
I will remedy the error of life
in a bite you will be saved
and love and tooth saves
and hatred abated for time
and space and philosophy
We share the same Father
and believe me when I say
I hope He Loves me and you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
WAY down below the belly
of the gods and souls too
i could scream of pain
but the love is more —
and the clouds bring rain
and the sun – she screams
a light of brightness
i could live forever…
praise god and Her roles
and the people who cling
love is binding and bring
a piece of soul to my life
and this life is about more
and tears and smiles – joy
i was here before your words
and even song and praise of me
and i accept your adulation’s
but my desire is for you to live
so live yea-yeah live forward
the past is a thing – but future
future is a promise that bring
a piece of your past and how…
and now is what you eat now
time and space splits the mind
and the body is a soul-cage
and the canary sings many songs
:: 03-29-2014 ::
such repose exposed
equisite that evidence
my heart reveals
a mind of its own
i ponder that wonder
your poise a flower
discover that land
when in my youth
i ventured forth
but now that age pull
but my heart and mind
that love and heart
have i for you burns
still a fire and lips
love has no costume
that we love is all
and love you i do so!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
the heart expand
to the left
and to the right
it demand
a space to grow
lilies of my field
sprout and bloom
in the sunlight
that feed you
blossom and color
in the dark night
musical words
nurture from poems
thus i am human
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed
:: 03-26-2014 ::
i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
:: 03-24-2014 ::
(c) 2012 EP Robles
What gather beneath thou feet
a thorn by lost tender rose
or a shadow that wish sleep
dear love star-shine more
that path you light for me
a journey from death to life
misadventure by heart and love
what true-life doth not tend
fracture feeling we expend
love-my-loving heart sooth
a gracious wind sweep us hath
over-above and-up unto heaven
:: 03-24-2014 ::
terminus across my soul
a movement
compressed
the light is ancient
and I am old
what power say you
devoid of youth like
father time — eons ago
the vagabond
begs more
No! No! No! — pleading
be gone this illusion
a single note slicing
passion between notice
We are not who we are
who we be
not what thing
that creeps between —
our
divine dreams
:: 03-17-2014 ::
(c) 2013 E.P. Robles
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
the giant-eye
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
invention/creation/imagination
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
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