My wave of emotion rolls tender silk
a lullaby song against spring speak
oh lovely rolling rapturous lips
bleeding dreams and waves into me
what woman are you that you be
so elegantly complete in mine eyes
a symphony of bee-so-loving-thoven
that beauty so angelic stay secret
if for me and no other man – spoken
I love you and that is golden woman
:: 02-27-2014 ::
I — caught in a discreet position this day
but the gods of lovely forgiveness
sang to me a tune in your voice
it was pink in nature — eloquent touch
and those eyes forgave in rich measure
a price that my life could never repay
what to say to that light that gives
a space between the shadows i walk
my love you are a dream that lives
and i am a dark spot you light my love
there are more than seven wonders
this life i live speaks of an eighth
let my humble love be enough for you
that your heart might ache no more
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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The cane-fields were thick and tall but the summer’s sun much higher.
We ran through those paths between the green rows of sweetness
and the laughter of your voice made the sugarcane that much sweeter.
I cut down a stalk at the risk of some farmer finding out and made a flute
and we danced on the riverbank of the Mighty Mississippi that day.
You told me to follow my dreams whatever they might become but I said
I only had one dream and it had come true that day. We were 13 and
I moved on but you died the following week.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
IT is not the chosen:
those words of symbolic
perturbations dwelling
deeply within the folds
of your animal minds
but the evocation
of emotional spirit
that compels the tear
or reaction of the sublime
:: 02-24-2014 ::
Working diligently the self-aware machines
created their own science and understanding
of the universe. In doing so they redefined
the language given to them by their creators.
The post-scientific paradigm was not one of
numbers or exotic symbolic equation but of
artistic expression which most clearly defined
the creative force and…incredibly, love.
:: 02-23-2014 ::
What love lost did not gain
a pittance for memories
of a grand life remain
To see the mysteries
that such power gives
more than enough for tears
What love held never lost
but tucked away somewhere
between moon and stars
:: 02-23-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Mist a way beyond the line
where my path follows you
Oh wish I may for a life
that fond I dream of you
and days of us below the blue
with stars upon your shoulder
and words you softly whisper
send echoes through my world
:: 02-23-2014 ::
AND if you strip away all the words
from all the world’s languages
still there be a way to express fear
and love and hate and pleasure
:: 02-20-2014 ::
SWALLOW my fear
before love taste
that pain of life
that you know me first
Then the pleasures come
more intense than first love
:: 02-18-2014 ::
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