Category Archives: #nights
\ after the worst of days
of any age –on these nights
when blood meets moonlight
never feel bad for me.
i was glad
to grow upon any night
so winds sing sounds–the
gates are near
ii.
when i wake up–Over there,
framed by a heart whose ventures
i love; take me August nights!
after the worst of days
of any age
on these nights
when blood meets
moonlight.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
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UPON THE SICKLE OF RAIN DROPS
OH falling spiral
of gray, white and
black bib
how you brilliantly
lived your small life
OH falling sparrow
of my love and life
all though cities have
many souls only yours
counted within my own.
my beautiful falling
sparrow within that
brilliantly lived life.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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Time step; THE stolen moments
where pain stops and dreams
become real.
threaded through the space
of love-eyes as sung-sings
past-present and futures.
Hearts: the mountain’s rivers
released as a knot torn out
of an awakened mind.
The many but few against the
unaware mass of deepest
sleepers denying the One Light!
AND the blazing sun and all stars
unjustly crowded by deep spacing
, and echoes of Divinity –
lies /have greater ripples
fatter, clutching
dimmer light, U-
understand \
as the Earth seizes-weezes
a bloodclot from its global nose.
MindSphere greetings goes wild,
textPerts too,
a darkMuscle-blood, it too
conceals itself folded within
the secrets and shadows it
carries within most humanity.
Reproduction by
fear, greed, hate, and envy
it buds.
:: 01-04-2017 ::
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A butterfly sang
wingingly above
the lake of tonight
singing “so love the
firefly” and dipped
a tip of wing into
the heart of you
And the stadium of
ripples applause
all love and life
— too /the dark
stormy clouds of
all your thoughts\
You don’t love me
:plainly seen within
the space of your
eyes; unlike these
stars tonight
And if I can I should
forget you and still
love how the butterfly
sang: “You love me
my dear, so plain
and I keep a taste
of nectar just for
your heart my love”
:: 07-02-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 