Should I skip a tulip upon
the face of death so elegantly
the horror or pleasure being
release of state or satisfaction
that tethers are cut to flow
above the skies of blue release
Human flesh I sing-weep for you
the perfection incased in beauty
Lower lips cascading tear-love
most souls sweep into the sea
but your love floats a heaven
:: 03-03-2014 ::
Golden girl starlight heart
shooting fire across life
burning embers lit my heart
I am consumed by your fire
a loving flame reborn me
the Phoenix I kissed this night
and we both stand ready now
to return those fiery embers
upon my knee I await thee
hush, no need to hurry now
I adore the fire within my hands
:: 03-02-2014 ::
I marched in place
of Father Time
this did I
for me and you
that He would run
is not like me
a casual stroll for all
toward Eternity
:: 03-02-2014 ::
YOU take away what I gave
and say it was yours
and I remain in darkness
and your needle remains
but I remember everything
and try to kill it all away
but I remember everthing
And you could have had it all
to include my pain and dirt
but ego needs illusions
and that I could not give
you were someone else love
I am still here un-become
a sweet dream for one
and in the end everyone
goes away but you could
have had it all — my
pain and empire of dirt
and in the end I remain
but your end never comes
an eternal pain that burns
:: 03-01-2014 ::
MY dear, love is more than two
love is a greater one
that two should meld into
a blissful state of singularity
let two be one my love
that one is more than two
a sum total of all that is love
:: 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 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
My refusal an entertainment
for my soul that chooses
denial of painful living
and ruffles on bold wrists
this flair life has given
a dare not many have taken
I stand up and face it daily!
:: 02-28-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
Oh my Father did not you hear me!
that day I was born a harbinger
for the words I spoke were a cry
and emotions, high as love, joy,
fear, and pain visited that night
this day again, those friends of my
first-day arrive —
Oh, cry I do!
but more a machine-drive
for all my tears have dried
and so my love and joy
but fear and pain —
never relinquish their place
:: 02-28-2014 ::
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
Truth be told I could not sleep
before I said a word or two
about young and old that toll
in a cold world without a blanket
or a morsel of food for the belly
I walk down the street and see
a sea of humanity between paradise
ones that have a car the other dying
human look at my life I’m a lot like you
a paycheck away from disaster
but I have food and a blanket too
so Jesus come today and spread love
give us that mana from your basket
and do a trick or two before we all die
we need someone to love us
to love us the whole day through
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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