(c) ep robles 2012
WHAT loneliness
my mind asked
my heart replied
yes it did —
a giggle-snort
yes we are
like pea in pod
relationships sail
on damanged good
and golden compass
we have a-me
and me is good
:: 02-13-2014 ::
Category Archives: Poetry
SO SILLY ME
DREAMING LIFE
(c) ep robles 2012
i caught myself
dreaming myself
streaming lines
disjointed fairy tales
a seam i tripped
and pulled it back
and saw my self
dreaming life
:: 02-13-2014 ::
THE POOR BEGGAR
(c) ep robles 2013
THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money
but for love
:: 02-13-2014 ::
WEAKER SOULS
weathered heart sun bleach
bloodstained dreams sing
tender notes ivory be
of memories past time
and longing be strained
such power still remain
but less than i wish
what gave strenght
my love to death
i fear it the most
be strong this life
and live this dream
that breath in us
a gulf that keeps
our dreams at bay
awaits weaker souls
:: 02-12-2014 ::
WHEN LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH
(c) e.p.robles 2012
when the words cut so deeply
do you cry for a lost love
when a long day comes to end
and has anyone ever said
they love you in truth
chasing ghosts away most
i can say love is my heart
and what darkest sorrow
i could never give it back
and you cry death away
and life cradles you
lovely soul hold on
and listen to me now
i would rather be alone
then betray such a love
so when the wind cuts you
and when you look away
know i am always with you
:: 02-12-2014 ::
ARRANQUE
(c0 e.p. robles 2011
Flamenco guitar tremolo string
tingle spirit umbrella drink
enticing spice taste spring
artist seduce the moment
falling lust burst reds
fire air lung moan
lost in life
lust most
love
:: 02-12-2014 ::
A RUINED CASTLE
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Why did you go
brilliant light
in haste you left
a speck of ember
it burns my heart
How long shall it be
like sands ebbed away
are all my hopes
a castle ruined at sea
Lovely bright my life
a taste of Spring
is what river i thirst
just a cup to drink
This i know briefly
then it goes away
ever so quietly
a tide within the sea
:: 02-12-2014 ::
I RELEASE ME
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
i release me — my shackles broken
what wondrous bliss running in the fields
the reeds of flowers cutting my heels
such pleasure to feel the pain of freedom
and honey dew sun on that grand horizon
what golden dreams melt across my heart
the free dove flying sideways in blue-sky
i release me my fears — tear soakened
though i realize this dream is fleeting
i drink it with graceful passion dew
and dreams i swim in gentle streams
i am human but just a guise for today
for i have found the key to life’s lock
and i run in my fields of tomorrow’s life
:: 02-11-2014 ::
IF I LIVE TO SEE
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
a long time ago
a certain place
in a peculiar time
a naive notion
we danced in hand
and cursed the time
that moves across life
two lovers kissed by love
but if i ever live to see
such a love again in life
i will run toward Hades
that fire burns less than you
someone like you so intense
touched me across the land
beyond the surface or air
and grabbed my soul so tight
and you spoke candy words
to this gentle soul inside
i wanted to believe in you
but you decided to lie instead
and if I ever live to see
such a love again in life
I will run toward Hades
such a fire is cooler than you
:: 02-11-2014 ::
I’ll WARN THE DEVIL
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
When I left
you tore to shreds
what remained
of our memories
and that touch
you gave to me
I cut into pieces
upon your grave
If I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to warn the devil
and heaven shudders
at my innate power
the angels begging
don’t forsake love
I won’t be able
to match the beauty
of the dead in my heart
if I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to give you
my warning
I will touch your hand
and thaw —
your dead heart
and heaven will sigh relief
there’s no beauty matched
what lives dies today —
and tomorrow lives
another burning day
:: 02-11-2014 ::
Recent Comments
EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV…
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.