IT has been the same since birth
first the traumatic life of entrance
into such tenderly love…
both of mother and loving mate
followed by horrific separation
such we humans suffer in fate
:: 02-03-2014 ::
Category Archives: Life
THE DEATH OF BIRTH AND LOVE
IF…
IF I write a wrong
will that suffice
a wrong to right?
And if I sang
a song
would hate
become a love?
In a world
that I create
such a thing
be such way
:: 02-03-2014 ::
THAT TENDER THING
(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
UNCERTAINTY
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
THERE in my land
of uncertainty
where measurement
has no point in truth
and my heart is particle
or just a wave…
I rely upon your stare
to pleasantly collapse
my quantum wave
For it gives my birth
each new moment
within your physical realm
:: 02-03-2014 ::
NATURE’S WAYS
SLOWLY we parted not in heart
but in ways that lovers sometime do
What dismay for nature to act
that a fire have two flames that burn
separate but intensely in such turn
Shall sorrow bleed eternally?
Not in my Kingdom of Life — I say
:: 02-02-2014 ::
LIFE — THE ACT
THE VOID began its journey
before the Word spoke
and into light one begat the other
a universal echo of laughter
Our stage is not one alone
but a platform for a world
of souls here and beyond
Attentively they watch the play
so learn your words my dear
the performance of a lifetime
that we may give the audience
that which it has paid in full
:: 02-01-2014 ::
MY LOVE NO REGRET
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today
Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart
You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know
My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry
My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent
:: 01-31-2014 ::
MONSOON
AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
A PLACE TO HIDE AWAY
IF your pain burns your soul
and your tears drown you
and the silence above
smothers you…
I am only a call away
We are a brother-sister hood
a commonality in flesh and blood
Oh there is no shadow play
in the light of such love
My day is your calendar
blank slate for your needs
So lovely soul call upon me
no need to hide away
:: 01-29-2014 ::
GOD SNEEZES
Silly phonetic puddly daze
eat a white dove of peace
crazy media please police
Kick a pig dead in its face
NSA calls Barry pleading
ink executive orders today
We are living under a gun
I believe a dead man speaking
he knows the place Hoffa sleeps
and vanilla ice cream screams
all the while aliens eat strawberries
Won’t somebody
give me a piece of peace
before God almighty sneezes
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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