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March 5, 2023

LET ME KNOW THE WAY

By EPRobles

From youth to now, I’ve loved you true
My heart, captivated from the very first view

Your smile, a burst of sunlit bliss
And Cupid’s arrow struck, sealing love’s covenant

Through thick and thin, in joy and pain
My love for you has never waned

If you wish, I’ll wait a lifetime
My devotion for you will never decline

I’ll brave mountains, swim oceans wide
To be with you, my heart in full stride

For even if I lost you someday
Your name and love I’ll always pursue, come what may

I cherish the memories we made
Each moment, a gem in my heart’s keepsake

I love you forever and evermore
With all my heart, never to forget nor ignore

My soulmate, my heart’s compass and guide
Forever and always, right by your side

:: 03.04.2023 ::

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March 5, 2023

Never Far Away

By EPRobles

As you close your eyes, the world spins on,
A dance of light and shadow that carries on,
But worry not, my child, for you are safe with me,
In a world of love and warmth, where we’ll always be.

As memories of sunny days drift through your mind,
Of emerald bays and gentle winds that left us intertwined,
Let those moments fill you with joy and ease,
As we set sail into the night, with the stars as our keys.

Like a ship upon the sea, we’ll glide and sway,
Rocking gently to the rhythm of the waves at play,
And in this peaceful lullaby, I’ll whisper in your ear,
That you’ll always hold a special place, both near and dear.

For as you slumber, with the world spinning on,
Know that you are never far from my heart and soul,
A part of me that will always carry on,
A love that’s infinite, and forever whole.

:: 03.04.2023 ::

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March 5, 2023

THE PUZZLE OF THE BUFFALO

By EPRobles

In this dream,

I wander through a tunnel ‘tween the streets,
The air as thick as all my misconceptions.
The gutters are gone, but fear still competes,
And passing lights bring brilliant orbs’ deceptions.

Across a cache of weapons, I now tread,
My feet among the others in the den
Of wolves who seek to know my soul instead,
And ask, “Who are you, dream walker?” Amen.

“Are you crazy?” one asks with scornful tone,
But I reply, “For reasons yet unknown.”
“Kill him,” says one with shifty eyes a-glow,
But I ask why, and hear, “He’s just a pig, though.”

“No,” I say, and then, “Do buffalos roam
Within my head?” Yes, I answer alone.

“Let him go,” says one with a softer voice,
And so they do, and I say with rejoice,

“I love you all, and please learn from this dream:
If you just follow orders, life won’t gleam.
So live a brilliant life, not one too tame,
Or soon the buffalos will trample your game.”

And as I wake from this dream full of grace,
I know that living boldly is my place.

:: 03.04.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem “The Puzzle of the Buffalo” is a compelling and engaging piece that takes the reader on a journey through a dream-like state. The language used in the poem is descriptive and helps to create vivid images in the reader’s mind. The poem also explores themes of self-discovery, bravery, and the dangers of conformity.

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March 3, 2023

Love Letters # 1 & # 2

By EPRobles

Love Letter #01

Oh angel of mine, my very being,
Why must we bear this sorrow so unseeing,
When necessity calls, can our love survive,
Without sacrifices, and all we derive.

Can we change the fact, you’re not wholly mine,
Nor am I wholly yours, it’s not by design,
Dear God, look at nature, so pure and true,
And let our hearts be still, as we must do.

Love demands everything, this we know,
And rightly so, for love to grow and show,
Soon we shall meet, and talk of the thoughts,
Of our lives and the love that it brought.

If our hearts were always one and the same,
I would have no thoughts of love’s great game,
My heart overflows with longing to share,
So much, so much, words cannot declare.

There are moments when speech is not enough,
But be cheerful, my love, and never rough,
Be my faithful and my only sweetheart,
As I am yours, and never be apart.

The gods will send all that must come our way,
Our fate is written, whatever they may say.

:: 10.16.1723 ::

Love Letter #02

Without you, life is different now.
People show kindness here and there,
Though I feel I don’t deserve it at all,
As if it’s a hollow tribute from one man to another.
It hurts me, especially when I think about
My place in the vast universe, and wonder
What am I, and what is that man called “the greatest”?
Yet, within us all lies something divine.

However much you love me, know that
My love for you is even greater.
Please never hide from me.
Good night, dear God. You feel so near yet so far.
Our love is founded in heaven,
Strongly cemented in the firmament above.

:: 11.01.1723 ::

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March 3, 2023

The Music of Words

By EPRobles

Viola: If love is God, then I have met Him in Glory.
Violin I: Oh lovely life, oh my love, I say I adore you.
Violin II: Tears weep from my mouth in all I feel, seeing you.
Cello and Double Bass:

My dear, I am honored to be here with you now.
The seasons were long, and suns came up and went
Silently beneath my wishes.
Oh, I saw you in the sparrow and the green, tallest grasses, my sweetest love.
And now, we are together!

The angels sing:

Oh, if love be but God, then Him in Glory
Have I beheld, my heart with joy alight!
Oh life, my love, thee do I adore,
All in thy gaze, my being takes delight.

Tears of purest joy, from lips that flow,
When thou art by my side, all feelings blend.
My sun, my soul, my guiding light, I know,
In thy presence, my being doth transcend.

Seasons pass, long and silent in their sighs,
As suns rise and set with every breath I take.
But in thy love, my sweetest wish now lies,
All dreams and hopes in thy embrace doth make.

In sparrow’s flight, and greenest grasses bright,
Thy presence I see, my heart’s true delight.

Together now, my dearest, forevermore,
Our love, a symphony that shall endure.

rev: 03.03.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

Love’s Dream

By EPRobles

The moonlight shimmers on water’s edge,
A gentle breeze rustles through trees,
And in my heart, a melody’s born,
A song of love, that sets my spirit free.

The notes, like butterflies, take flight,
Dancing upon a breeze with grace and light,
A symphony of passion and delight,
That fills my soul with purest joy and might.

The world around me fades away,
as I am lost in the divine play,
A moment suspended in time and space,
A glimpse of heaven, in earthly place.

And in this moment, love’s sweet spell,
Enwraps me with a gentle swell,
the magic that I cannot tell,
But that my heart knows oh so well.

So let the melody linger on,
A tribute to love, forever strong,
And let its sweet, celestial song,
Guide us through life, where we belong.

:: 03.03.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

My Love, Once Before

By EPRobles

Deep in my heart lies a pain so true,
A wound that never mends, a grief anew,
It never fades nor grants me rest,
A constant ache, that steals my best.

This shadow haunts me, day and night,
A specter of what once was in sight,
A memory that forever grieves,
A wound so deep, my heart bereaves.

A pain of loss, of love astray,
That cannot be healed, no matter how I pray,
But midst this agony, hope flickers bright,
A promise of tomorrow, a chance to make right.

Though this pain may never cease,
My heart may never find its peace,
I trust that love will find me once more,
And heal my soul, as it did before.

:: 03.03.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

Ordered Degree of Chaos

By EPRobles

One hand clapping against storm cellar doors
Should never cause you to deny your own powers.

Mushroom clouds fall like tears from the sky,
Dusting minds with fragments that never quite die.

Neon fossils perch in a parched, thirsty land,
Pointing to signs both here and at hand.

The hungry, starved youth yearns for something more,
As chaos reigns and order is no more.

But through opened minds, the wheels still turn,
Like curving windmills that never seem to burn.

Mental collisions create scratches and scars,
As rough as life itself, as beautiful as art.

Death and data flow as smooth as a stream,
While atheists and scientists ponder and dream.

Does a falling tree make a sound on its own?
And can we truly connect with the great unknown?

Hello, black void, with no answer in sight,
So we avoid the questions that plague us each night.

:: 03.02.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

All Our Dreams

By EPRobles

That broken wheel, without a carriage or passenger,
whose journey is seen by most unreal eyes.

In that glimpse of forgotten reason,
you came to me as a good idea.

Begging my sleeping brain to be yours,
but the permanently attentive mind
could never yield.

So be it, in all our dreams
I am, the one who sees all four seasons.

:: 3.02.2023 ::

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March 3, 2023

Hitman Jesus

By EPRobles

He mounted his donkey, brushed its shoulder with his hand,
Sighed and whispered, “God bless this land.”
He woke up and laughed at the absurdity of it all,
Knowing that his fate was sealed, destined to fall.

“Jesus? What’s your name?” came a voice in the night,
“Just passing through, not here to start a fight.
But what can I do for you?” he asked with a grin,
Unaware of the deadly game about to begin.

The request was simple, yet gruesome and dark,
To prove their loyalty, they had to leave a mark.
“You have to kill a man, he’s already dead,” they said,
Jesus was bewildered, but he couldn’t back out now, instead.

As they made their way to the victim’s home,
A voice boomed, “Don’t do this, you’ll be alone!”
Threats and warnings filled the air,
As the tension rose, no one seemed to care.

But Jesus couldn’t ignore the voice in his head,
As he lit up a cigarette and watched in dread.
The voices died down, leaving only silence behind,
The weight of their plan heavy on his mind.

As another voice warned him of the impending doom,
Jesus realized he was just a pawn in this gloom.
He questioned the purpose, but it was too late,
He had to follow through, succumb to his fate.

The night grew colder as he watched them go,
Knowing deep down, it was his soul they’d sold.
He sat there alone, staring into the night,
Wondering if there was any way to make things right.

:: rev – 03.02.2023 ::

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