–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
Is one’s past what one was?
or does one remain as ‘is?’
All flowers bend within the wind
as all souls commit their sins
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
The immortal soul
could be a thing
upon the world
unsheathed by skin
but then again,
upon its exit
it would find
such things as bruises
and cuts and bites
Best to keep
the soul encased
in human flesh
while it visits
this monstrous place
:: 05-15-2014 ::
Despair is an anchor
with thorns —
it drowns the ship
and sinks the soul
and the hull,
a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar
that paddles ashore
Best to use
a blessed life vest
when a storm —
that despair comes
and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse
:: 05-15-2014 ::
resuscitation lung-death
blue a breath into
hallow barren tunnel-fright
I, mesmerized-pinwheel eyes
ate pillow lips, hot sweet breath
and death —/(m)y angel
her dark cloak flew into
a funnel-~>vortex too
and left me alone in tears
so another day in human flesh
:: 05-15-2014 ::
dreaming I dream of nothing
if I dream I should dream of you
but my dreams are empty
as that country road yonder
and if I should dream some day
it would be of you and lips
a dream unlike ever dreamed
my passion dreams such things
untouched by flesh or soul
unblemished lips I dream
untouched heart I wish
my dreams one day come true
until then I dream of nothing
my dreams wait for own as you
:: 05-09-2014 ::
TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
today I had
a coffee shop cookie
and ate its rim
and fell into
a bean dream
where red pandas
were beating
hedonistic priests
living in my pocket
thankfully a stripper
fell through the roof
and suduced the barista
and the priest and beans
escaped through my spoon
and the twirling of my cream
all within my cup of coffee
:: 05-01-2014 ::
this kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
my cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
my friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
———— as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
I was alone in my mind
walking lonely roads
through my dreams
and nightmares of life
Until I saw you
then again you said
‘this road leads to a dead end’
So I said to myself I’d go
down the darkest path
it has a stench of death
and in my heart I knew
my life’s journey was death
A Black Death holds
no disgrace so I’m told
a restful place for some
I wish away our pain
and in summer days I feel
in the light of truthful pain
and my heart melts away
a sad story of two lovers
That Black Death holds
a truth of love and hate
It eats away the light
a light of love and rein
Black Death smiles
and sings a song
for those who long
for true love and life
Black Death come
take me away
away into darkness
and forever let me —
remember love and light
And the sun and life
Just the ice of your touch
l should be a soulless one
but love I wish you to come
:: 04-18-2014 ::
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