E.P. Robles | Poetry

i touched you In all these things
CALLED Heaven
Spoke there gently My Love
-ly sunBURST pink lips did
i say kissed me dearly
t’was three by the village clock
i pulled all the heavenly stars
onto your heart –whispered me:

“i count a universe upon your
breasts but see only one love;

Me?

if only then by Angel’s nudging
she(you) become my soul-partner

//in our fleeting life!\\

:: ~~ ::

DEAD is a mighty shouting silence
when-like hills beg to become
MOUNTAINS is likeLove crippled
at fear’s knees //life’s greatest gift
sent away where summerNectar kiss
the newly b9orn Monarch//my beautiful
empty dream is fullWING as my heart
—–and bless my peculiar destiny
Here-where now I set beneath a tree
called I M P O S S I BI LITY

:: ~~ ::

Is it true
that one can love
a thing
so greatly it may die?
This I once tried
with Death
but it beat me
to the punch!

:: 04-07-2014 ::

i tried to ignore the dreamy steps
with their gapping eyes staring
undressing me until no flesh
is left, nor bones.

Life.

Again, i tried to ignore
the sound of a train-like roar
as this soul of my own
walks the cracked broken rails
of living this citrus -orange life

of picked Memories,

like the ink that enchants me
as though each character strung-out
is as a pearl necklace with a
hint of ocean’s salty tears,
and no longer a need to ignore.

As i watch, i caught the grand sight
of my ancient soul unravel as flotsam
and spirit as jetsam into that mystery
we deeply have begged to know!

I select you.

:: 01152016 ::