I loved the unlovable
a princess who wore
a beast mask of pain
she bled me each day
but even so I was strong
and I really learned a lot
and now I see the pity
— such strength I gave
but my princess remains
in an untruth that life
she lives is a lie — I cry
Oh I cry such a lie
that she lives and I die
I die each day I awake
but my strength moves me
A knight never gives up
My love a round table
for the lovers who never die
:: 03-27-2014 ::
concerning the vampire
humans are worse —
the vampire drink blood
but humans
consume the carcass
:: 03-27-2014 ::
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
such repose exposed
equisite that evidence
my heart reveals
a mind of its own
i ponder that wonder
your poise a flower
discover that land
when in my youth
i ventured forth
but now that age pull
but my heart and mind
that love and heart
have i for you burns
still a fire and lips
love has no costume
that we love is all
and love you i do so!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
i confess tonight
to myself —
a hidden trust
so deeply buried
i did not trust
even a buried soul
that i am in love
with one —
who departed
she is gone
but her words
past mortal life
— imperial life —
and now i wait
for rebirth i do
what centuries-me
yes, time no glue
but love waits dear
and i wait for you
come to me now
in spirit or even —
flesh it matters not
:: 03- 26-2014 ::
The mystical kiss
effervescent wings
of my life being skin
a horror i live this life
between life and paradise
what mouth full of teeth
can that fang-gap sing
the immimence of Creator
IT’s glory beyond tought
I cry – die – reborn
below my embers red truth
above vortex heat swirl
embrace the ugly life too!
beneath is such glory be
rejection is a love born
reality and all the universe
has only a single point
where love reside — here
Earth — paradise brings
the food that Creator need
That feast for a few be!
:: 03-26-2014 ::
THAT other day
when i died
that day when i tried
the water too deep
i tried to swim
just for air to breath
that day the carnival
come to life’s town
clowns and fair colors
my family waited for me
but the river did drown
my hopes and dreams in life
but i struggled against wave
Trident’s grasp of my lungs
and alas gave him my hope
Terra firma that i was born
but now a watery grave
but my soul walks the land
:: 03-26-2014 ::
TODAY I met a death
it rode down the road
and landed at my feet
the police wrote chalk
around your spirit today
and heaven spoke to me,
and it said:
“no tears from you sir
what was written
has been served”
But my soul loves life
and what beast could do
what was served today
and my feet are washed
within the blood of life
and my feet are red today
So I walked for miles
and I watched the skies
wanting spiritual insight
Nothing but breeze and bee
a silence screamed too
my shadow followed that breeze
So, God I shout in disbelief
what is the meaning of this
what lesson do you have for me!
And love said:
“what we pray for is not life
and destruction is not a hate
nor death a shape of distrust
but what we desire is love
and the flesh a dressing for life
what you saw was not an ending
yes, for flesh, but not for soul
a cyclic reset was set that day
not to destroy but save that soul
My soul shook to hear this reply
but I know truth and it spoke today
and now my eyes and heart awake
still I wonder about his family”
who are we to wonder life and death
when we are a mixture of both
say the blind leading blind souls
:: 03-26-2014 ::
the heart expand
to the left
and to the right
it demand
a space to grow
lilies of my field
sprout and bloom
in the sunlight
that feed you
blossom and color
in the dark night
musical words
nurture from poems
thus i am human
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed
:: 03-26-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
The morning eye do I love
it see a new day untouched
a breath of sight so grand
a peace-inner speak-eye
tussle the bed sheet, a flag
that Nation for the sleeper
my Anthem made of murmur
whisper-speak my tender love
and each morning i awaken
do i see my Nation next to me
that Anthem her name and lips
and her voice angelic bliss
:: 03-26-2014 ::
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