Category Archives: #love

H A L V E S

WHEN the heart breaks
into halves,
what then left? Not a sigh
nor a laugh;
a cleaving of Soul or
perhaps?
the need for Nature
—- it’s glory & beauty
covers grief —
the Spirit surpass!

::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019


MISERABLE WITH NO CLARITY

Me! Miserable and no clarity
in which way to fly
Nothing but infinite wrath
I have then flown to Hell
as I feel I am myself Hell;
and the gaping MOUTH of
infinite despair
Wishes to DEVOUR me
and shows me a Hell more
like a Heaven than where
i now am.

:: 05-10-2019 ::


LOVE-LIKE DREAMS COME TRUE

LOVE like dreams come true
as i am thinking of you

SWEET sleep like every night
that;

i go through
not forgetting of you
but having love-like dreams
all of you

Then at times i am dreaming
of why i cannot forget you
Because of you

that i shall never meet you
no, i could never hate you
instead i have sweet dreams
of you.

:: 05-07-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


HELENA’S NAILS

THREE nails, one in each hand
then one through both feet
seals the bidding of Time

And Spear of Longinus

a thrust burst forth
His blood falling upon
Longinus’ eyes

who before, a blind Roman
centurion now cured

the miracle of sight
now believed in Jesus

pierced the side
bringing forth terrible
skies and shaking earth

There hung upon Helena’s Nails
for all The World to Know.

:: 05-07-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


Love, So Like Love

Love, so like love — a flower
and her breeze like the dream
like when thenLOVE spoke
upon famousNIGHTs as all things/
great become SOMETIMES sadness
oh, so like everything like joy
and unforgotten sadness
little angels summoned to me
dear, lovely one — my tongue
please unbind against me
tornadoes and hurricanes
the love i feel /you felt\
to live this short life
as human — > murders
gave souls to Heaven
Flesh the feeding seed
for soil gravediggers
a salary for a body
— I summon the one I love.
Skin rotting
upon the ground /
old cadavers resuscitate
my famous midnight.

:: 04302019 ::


Then there is Love That None has Captured

THERE THEN IS LOVE
THAT NONE HAS CAPTURED

if i told the world my heart has died AND if by chance
anyone heard: a proclamation of my funeral’s commencement.

Beasts! Animals! who then! I’ve had enough of their
picturesque and drama …colors and charms.
My mind and mouth are pencil and paper and cruelty
eat light unfortunately delight for commonality
But everything moves forward. Hearts press, breasts
beating against love in hope, but only my love has
one name, only one form. To remember it you are
there. You, this form and name, my love.
As the hours move so does my dream before first ray of sunlight
reverberates against the chest of warrior of Love. My
dearest love.
Elizabeth Dickinson. Your intellect and beauty.
Forever.

:: 04302019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


THE EARLY 21ST CENTURY IS COLD

Tongue. Binded by intellect.
e y e s obscured by modesty
and lips tied by severity.
Sensual presence untouched
but begging love.
is poetry of my own thoughts.
what is ‘i’ have given two
mortal women my warm gift
of brilliant Love; t`hey
gave it back.
No more. the smallest
shattered pieces are bigger
than the smallest piece.
And Peace?
a cold loneliness.
Only Emily, my Emily
could understand. /her
eyes are elsewhere.
My heart with her!

:: 04-13-2019 ::


t HeGreat est won deful my SteR y

t
HeGreat
est
won
derful
my
SterR

y
of
Al
l
is
tru
eLo

ve

:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


THIS little DEATH

if i am l o n e l y
if now & then i sing praises
of love
of passion
the season must be Spring i like
pink and reds and your lips too
and too tulips when i taste you
Natures most beautiful Flower
there.
By the vally of too passion cries
(thighs) sighs the Aah of
committed expression.

Ah
God
let us die this little Death just now!

:: 02-08-2019 ::


WHEN LOVE Dies

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for

gi
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me

:: 02-08-2019 ::