(c) E.P. Robles 2013
Girlfriend blues
I trust in you
Such deep blue eyes
you lose me in you
I don’t listen to what they say
what muse cannot save the day
girlfriend blues…
I trust in you
Crying but mother doesn’t hear
a sure sign I’m no longer a boy
What stranger seeks the sun
only to find a burning moon
I’m so lost…
in your blues
My girlfriend blues
so much trust in you
your woman charms
my primal root
I trust in you
:: 01-31-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today
Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart
You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know
My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry
My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent
:: 01-31-2014 ::
AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
IF your pain burns your soul
and your tears drown you
and the silence above
smothers you…
I am only a call away
We are a brother-sister hood
a commonality in flesh and blood
Oh there is no shadow play
in the light of such love
My day is your calendar
blank slate for your needs
So lovely soul call upon me
no need to hide away
:: 01-29-2014 ::
WE pretend
to show affection
beneath the lies
— Silhouette —
a hidden rope
around my neck
You could bring
me a diamond
But there’s no stone
harder than your heart
I could scream and cry
blood in a tea cup
staring at all
my spare parts
You took the treasure
of my heart shaped box
a figure of speech
only for those
who know ignorance
I would have loved you
more than life itself
If only the love you had
was better than gold
But now I cry blood tears
My tears of red fill
the porcelain tea cup
strewn around me
nothing but spare parts
I live within
a nightmare dream
:: 01-29-2014 ::
WITH a gentle divine love
your desert flower bloomed
digging deep within the sands
of my barren land
Such sweet roots encased my heart
and with time — like a rock
split my heart into two
:: 01-25-2014 ::
I HAVE discovered
the terror-plague
not a shadow
nor a beast
but the fear
of eternal pain
:: 01-25-2024 ::
THE deep I need
a source in life
the well I draw
to quench my words
If it dries
my life will wither
and my spirit to dust
will crumble
:: 01-25-2014 ::
I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep
:: 01-25-2024 ::
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