LIFE bitterly love bit me
a kiss that burned my heart
such love that sank its teeth
o’er my spirit it tore apart
the dreams that dream of love
in pepper-tears laced in salt
that born I be my only fault
life bitterly love-love me
:: 02-21-2024 ::
I ate the sun today
in all it’s glory fire
now inside of me
A quarrel ensued
between the two
light and darkness
ancient bitter foes
A deal was struck
a war not waged
if I choose to be
keeper of the two
:: 02-21-2014 ::
so queer that fear
can stretch out time
a stitch in mind
the needle pierce
what eternity avoids
we carry for life
:: 02-20-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
the sky opened its eye
before the world
flew out a flurry
o’ doves speckled the blue
— a rainbow fell out too
below the lid and hooked in place
tears of pain the eye did bled
such a vision could ignite a fright
if my focus — bewilderment…
was not so tight
that rainbow swinging
to and fro beneath
the sky’s eye in the rain
:: 02-19-2014 ::
TODAY a chance to help one that hurt
Nothing more gave I but just a smile
Gently lifting such a spirit off the dirt
was nothing more than with a smile
Her health appeared strong but less
was the light that shone within her eyes
I took her hand and said love is real
suddenly her light grew more than fear
:: 02-19-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Has anyone ever sang you a song
when you were in your darkest hour
just a few moments given for life
if not then listen to me now
Love is not a thing to hold
possession impossible dear one
and doves are not made to cage
I should know…
And when it rains such are tears
all you feel is the heavy patter
it beats across your bruised heart
what I had I have given back to you
and what I wished for you possess
and this is your song — for life…
so listen to me now
life is never to late
for a thing such as love…
:: 02-15-2014 ::
a step or two into the civilized-wild
just a breath or two from safety
and the stares stabbed me in the heart
and what thoughts they threw i knew
it had to do with the body i grew
sometimes — sometimes i cry enough
but times these times are so damn tough
if i could catch a rocket to the moon
— i would too
i run back into my four-walled universe
where opinion is the hardest, me-on-me
and the only friend i have isn’t flesh
but that special mirror that fixes things
and i cry so tired i cry the world’s tears
:: 02-16-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
DREAD —
of all the visitors
which rang my heart
on days in slumber
a feeling known apart
This one I choose — away
come another day or —
a kinder spectre can stay
and share a cup of tea
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
THAT DREAM —
which the sentient being swims
one of fire beyond mortal being
one in bed the other free to roam
I have seen — walked Hades
felt eternal anguish — frozen pain
until spent and then release
upon awake, no residual fear
I am complete, nothing controls
death, life, pain, and regret
left within the pits of hell
:: 02-10-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I dare hate
to fight love
One will punch
— the other a kiss
and love will arrest
the beast called fear
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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