Let today be
that grand affair
of unrelenting love
between spirit
and nature’s grace
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Category Archives: Passion
COSMOS
EACH soul
a cosmos
love-making
u n i v e r s e
kissing-licking
c r e a t i o n s
crying-dying
singing-laughing
an explosion
of expression
s u p e r n o v a
p a s s i o n !
:: 04-13-2014 ::
HONEY DEW
and when honey dew
simply
drips away
that crack from fear
too small
to see
but hate and anger
fought that stage —
I am left
with sad
speckled nest-less
eggs
in tender hands
If a plant, from tears
they would grow
but now, wingless
lovely eggs to bed
I bury you in dreams
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS — 045
and what of that desire
a pouring rain,
from the heavens, fall
through the funnel skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles stacked. Yet,
another journey in the fall
a figural shaped as my heart
your tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a split
thunder-lightning show my face
from a celestial eye came tears
as an arrow
— my own eyes
which
are
that target
your tears pierced into
that countryside haven
and found your home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire
:: 04-09-2014 ::
SPRING FEVER
Spring fever has come
to all of you who know
and love freedom too
Thomas has a tree
he planted, needs feeding
and any blood will do
a finger scratches
not a sniff-and-do
but a document made
years ago in soul-gold
We love and love do
liberty dance with me
freedom breeds life
and life is a whore
she loves everyone
So now, a silence sings
it’s everywhere too
and the world’s eyes
stare and bleed at you
We have a show to tell
Feed me love my liberty
i taste the blood of ages
and my soul i give to you
oh, never mind the fear
instant fame for heroes
and the tree grows
a stem strong and firm
and guns and roses too
sing me that freedom song
:: 04-07-2014 ::
WHAT’S INSIDE
(c) E.P. Robles
LITTLE child come inside
the cold will freeze you
and your soul will turn
to that ice that burns
but mama what’s inside
is worse than the cold
what’s inside will kill
my tender little soul
so i walk the sidewalks
and my tears melt ice
and my soul a little boy
loneliness is a pain
that follows sorrow
and i pray for tomorrows
let burn my swollen tears
inside a wintry life
and what i see i cry
and what sounds — kill me
oh i am just a boy
but my soul so ancient
and the wrinkles smile
they say oh lonely one
time alone is good
it heals the heart
and you are never alone
your angel walks with you
:: 04-04-2014 ::
FIREFLY LIGHT
a light I held within my hands
no more than a firefly lit
but it burned so brightly
and lit two souls afire
that light grew o’er time
and replaced my sun
and each night it lay
next to the lonely moon
I slept beneath your light
that which we shared
and in mornings awoke
and basked in that fire
fresh mountain air stir
a mixture running brooks
now your firefly has flown
but I still have the moon
and each midnight dreams
of that fire we once shared
my love I keep the fire
and one day my firefly too
shall fly away toward Heaven
and I bring our fire with me
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXII
forgive me my madness
eccentricities
my faults
my tenderness
a pain
a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human
it hurts
my eyes of marble
so hard
intense sight beyond light
and that thrump
within
a vessel with cargo
holds
lifetimes of love and sorrow
none of which my soul
measures
a life on hold
save this spot
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXI
(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXVIII
my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which flutter
rich royal blue skies
that which flies —
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely fly!
always with you, my guide
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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