i confess tonight
to myself —
a hidden trust
so deeply buried
i did not trust
even a buried soul
that i am in love
with one —
who departed
she is gone
but her words
past mortal life
— imperial life —
and now i wait
for rebirth i do
what centuries-me
yes, time no glue
but love waits dear
and i wait for you
come to me now
in spirit or even —
flesh it matters not
:: 03- 26-2014 ::
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 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
The morning eye do I love
it see a new day untouched
a breath of sight so grand
a peace-inner speak-eye
tussle the bed sheet, a flag
that Nation for the sleeper
my Anthem made of murmur
whisper-speak my tender love
and each morning i awaken
do i see my Nation next to me
that Anthem her name and lips
and her voice angelic bliss
:: 03-26-2014 ::
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weep
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my wither
soul
:: 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 ::
(TO MY DAUGHTER)
1.
What spirit imbue that flesh
a love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold
that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe
And touch thy father’s heart, too!
2.
And thou tend to good deeds
that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too
thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along
shall forever follow you!
3.
Her lovely grace in turmoil say
and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts
not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance
that room which first I met you
:: 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 ::
A bent leg
one in the puddle
that grey sky
but not my heart
a red rose
that fragrance – hope
and these words
falling sprites
upon your tender soul —
what voice do you heart,
heaven or mortal man before
that prostate himself unto you
spirit or flesh or both
what take you — love and life?
or a memory upon your trails
that message I await upon lips
:: 03-23-2014 ::
And I clipped your hip
just a soft touch too
that swept through you
a frozen moment – burst
sunshine sweet Amaryllis
wept the world and me too
that graceful love be you
:: 03-23-2014 ::
confident pose exude repose
secret-
ness a dress code
that lonely wolf
a hunter afore
and the line —
ignored
what hunger-food
satiates my heart
a meal of the soul
meager mind–fast food
no desire i devour
but the rich protein
of a vast soul-woman
the nibble-care love
a feast for centuries
and beyond the curve
come lady-daylight girl
your dance is waiting
a flask of red flair
you who adore mystery
an itch upon tender skin
quiver-lust dream me
my shadow hover there
:: 03-22-2014 ::
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