that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Category Archives: Life
THE DEVIL HURTS
Run and hide and run and dodge
it’s a dance for love of life
this dance of survival born
from a tribe forgotten by time
and the song has no words
it was sang before words
and the devil and god
just a metaphor before
hell unleashed upon earth
and that fire and heaven
never gave it’s name now
and people sing and dance
flesh is more than word
and belief a bond of love
and family a gold vault
and we praise God his names
I will drop the devil below
below the names he gave us
and God rise above Skies
Let glory prevail in blue
i dropped the devil
dropped the devil
to his knees
and slay his neck
let blood paint me
it paints me a warrior
and i am at His service
:: 04-02-2014 ::
YOU LIVE WITHIN ME
I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
MY HANDS
My hands met my face
a flung emotion
in place of terror
a comfort for my soul
when i saw your state
my compass broken
and needle spun
when dark meet light
My hands met my face
the fingers dove
inside my tender soul
when I saw your grace
a walk in the fire
burns many and so
but not your spirit
and my hands quiver
:: 04-02-2014 ::
THE WALK-ABOUT
(c) E.P. Robles
I was walking my walk-about
just clicking time
upon my heels on Earth
and there came to me
not from within you see
but from the clouds
a voice from heaven
listen soul tread softly
and never turn around
devil hounds are running
as long as you don’t see
mind your journey ahead
and they’ll let you be
I’m just clicking my heels
one step at a time
minding my own business
Miles I’ve gone and more
and my feet so sore
but that sign ahead
says to me a detour
But I can’t leave my path
there’s just too much to see
and that sign is a mirage
so I’ll keep clicking my heels
I’m walking the road of life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
THE BEACH
(c) E.P. Robles
there were orange sherbet skies
a blanket of deep blue waves
and a white beach comforter too
I said to you my dear lover
let this be a dream for life
and never awake me or you
and i want you to know
deep within my heart
i never want you to go
let’s play with the water
and sing with the dolphin
i comb your hair with a shell
and darling never awake
dream upon my tan shoulder
and i will kiss you forever
:: 04-01-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXIII
Beside of me
and into me
Poseidon’s spear thrust
heaving chalice breasts
and white cap foamy waves
what sin
no shame of me
nature does what she need
:: 04-01-2014 ::
ME AND YOU
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 ::
BORN INSIDE
Born inside a bruised dirt-womb
and tasted asphalt before sweets
and fell into the fire feet first, damn
before my first baby steps too
life is trying to kill me
no matter how hard I try
spit and words don’t help much
but sure makes me feel good
death can have me —
but not today
no matter how hard it tries
death is trying to catch me
it can take the highway
because today I’m walking
walking in the flowers
beneath the sun
:: 03-31-2014 ::
GOD-POKER
I stepped outside the deck of cards
an infinite pile of here and now’s
a brand which the Gods call life
and took a peek ahead the hand
that fate had prepared for me —
a shuffle here and cut and cut
and peeked again and smiled
no need to cheat —
when one’s heart the ACE
:: 03-31-2014 ::
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