THE sweetest love
my love —
passion in part
a sprinkling sorrow
a taste of lust
a dash of fear
mixed with blood
sweat and tear
Such a recipe
life-delicious
:: 02-05-2014 ::
Category Archives: Pain
THE SWEETEST LOVE
LIVING IS FOR THOSE
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
THE DEATH OF BIRTH AND LOVE
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 ::
LOVE — THE STALKER
LOVE has stalked me
thrice with its cunning
and more than once
has slay with its fangs
such a hunter is it
I fear it will not abate
and in the end I fear
first a mate then the end
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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 ::
PARENTAL ABSENCE
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
:: 02-03-2014 ::
[Definition ‘cock‘]
MY BARE WALLS
(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 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 ::
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 ::
MARQUISE HEART
You asked me for a sign of faith
I showed you my blood filled scar
Trapped inside a shadow box
I wish I could eat your face
what was born was a mistake
I threw up your placenta-grace
Love-hate makes my day
watching trolls bleed away
watch the stones crack away
Marquise heart cuts my flesh
such a pretty stone I bled away
wear it on your flesh
let it cut through your bone
And you dream another tar pit trap
for the next lover-exhibit show
let the buttercup freeze in your mouth
Cataclysmic love bleached bone death
love hate wait let’s begin again
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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