sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weep
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my wither
soul
:: 03-26-2014 ::
Well now — I’m just a man
but you could do worst
my dear I’m a man willing
to make more of my life
and i hear a calling
that voice of the dead
but my fist punches it
so my life is too tough
and the flesh is pure
but my life to day
it keeps me going
moma said i’m a good boy
and i knew when i took
that first walk it was easy
and after those a hell to walk
but my fire is hotter than hell
and I walk that life and line
a step of fire each time
and i burn each mile walked
but life is a bitch now girl
and i walk and walk life
and dragging life is my toll
but i love to feel the fire
and life is a love i kiss
I walk that life and line
:: 03-24-2014 ::
THIS I told to the man
who wed my daughter…
“In the mathematics of love…
1 + 1 = 1 “
and, I so gently placed
my daughter’s hand
upon the soul I trust
:: 03-24-2014 ::
i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
:: 03-24-2014 ::
(TO MY DAUGHTER)
1.
What spirit imbue that flesh
a love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold
that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe
And touch thy father’s heart, too!
2.
And thou tend to good deeds
that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too
thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along
shall forever follow you!
3.
Her lovely grace in turmoil say
and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts
not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance
that room which first I met you
:: 03-24-2014 ::
(c) 2012 EP Robles
What gather beneath thou feet
a thorn by lost tender rose
or a shadow that wish sleep
dear love star-shine more
that path you light for me
a journey from death to life
misadventure by heart and love
what true-life doth not tend
fracture feeling we expend
love-my-loving heart sooth
a gracious wind sweep us hath
over-above and-up unto heaven
:: 03-24-2014 ::
SO MANY have tried to explain Life
in their complexity of syntax
they lost the goal
I say to you my fellow souls
life is nothing more or less
yes, it is what you desire
and there it is!
:: 03-23-2014 ::
A bent leg
one in the puddle
that grey sky
but not my heart
a red rose
that fragrance – hope
and these words
falling sprites
upon your tender soul —
what voice do you heart,
heaven or mortal man before
that prostate himself unto you
spirit or flesh or both
what take you — love and life?
or a memory upon your trails
that message I await upon lips
:: 03-23-2014 ::
Does tragedy desire love
this I think
and know
a loss of one in life
that the flesh
lives
but the love
die
Does tragedy desire love
yes it does and upon a petal
that dark black rose
it grows
within a dry soil
:: 03-23-2014 ::
And I clipped your hip
just a soft touch too
that swept through you
a frozen moment – burst
sunshine sweet Amaryllis
wept the world and me too
that graceful love be you
:: 03-23-2014 ::
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