Category Archives: #love

THE NIGHT’S PURSE

The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.

It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.

Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.

This love, our love, is universal and eternal.

Forever yours!

:: 07-12-2017 ::


SOFT BREEZE SUMMERS

MOSTLY, as soft breeze summers
dance is when the world spins
for me, it is you that i
marvel; my most passionate
pasttime being with you
AND holding the hands that my
heart craves is like beautiful
flowers that dance in splendid
golden light my love!

:: 07-12-2017 ::
(c) 2017


Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


BELLS OF ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL LONDON

Bells of St Paul’s Cathedral
i love you
in a dreaming- slipping 
a w a y!
you take my soul with you
dreaming something unlike
my life which I never knew
my heart is a large mouth
but your notes too 
perfect for my plate!

:: 02-22-2015 ::


Lust & Love

Lust is the Animal
–>    &   <–
Love is the Soul

:: E.P. Robles ::


PARADISE BY TULIPS

It’s lovely when it’s
loving like-licious
Between two cotton
candy jelly-Bean
butterflies I am kissING
eternally your tulips
by paradise that I am
wishing!

:: 04-30-2017 ::


O BLUEDARK WHY LASTING

O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When 
upon the bleeding last drop light ~ 
 my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
 nMoods before dri pp ing Time 
drops squenchPinch this moment.

:: 04-16-2017 ::

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXIII

GreatNothing
MY
LOVER! my step
/broken\
|_
|_ Falling-feeling
near your
furnace_Soul …
i [just me] dirt,dear
And i died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
denied my dirty Hand/Heart
i …[me] am no thing AND
bow to The GreatNothing
that eats me i should
~can [did]die
a fumbling mumbling
ember-Wish
THAT “I love you!”

:: 08-06-2014 ::
Rev: 02-01-2017 ::


A MOMENT OF SELF-AWARENESS

To which THAT one awakens: it is not just the “me”
but the flesh that covers my modesty / we call
it humanity | as though each flesh of island
requires labels to offset such nonsense
as separatedness!

Being born is a moment; first steps then
tears and fears ensue /burst of self awareness
and as you knew: life is not short and you can
truly fly if you do not forbid something
indescribably precious for, “which no one ought
to see …”
i say life is not weird
but the human condition
the ribbon of perception told billions
of times within the lie of separatedness.
If i am alone then 7 billion too —
silliness! One is all and all is One
and all other perceptions shadows dancing
upon the walls!

:: 01-16-2016 ::


A SIMPLE MOMENT OF PERFECT LOVE

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