All the hours of our living
a running stream of sand
brings us closer to the day
when we meet the reaper
So lover take my hand
let’s run away to a land
where the sun never sets
and the moon stars and rain
sing and dance all the same
my love sings to your soul
and that piper paid a toll
he crept across lover’s lane
and paid to buy our souls
All night souls feel the pull
so baby take my hand
like Romeo and Juliet
:: 02-25-2014 ::
LOVER I had the perfect
love poem within my heart
but the moment I began to write
I suffered a complete breakdown
and my hand shook in deepest passion
it was that fire within that burned
and my writing paper consumed
and pencil took flame like a candle
but the words I have upon my lips
and I shall give them to you tonight
one syllable at a time between kisses
:: 02-25-2014 ::
My clover sweet flora
so gently against my eyes
what dream today my green
beneath me a burning hell
above is only deep blue sky
I sing to me a mystery tune
ancient but doves live to fly
a piece of me if you choose
to take a peace of love with you
:: 02-25-2014 ::
Persona non grata —
I sang beneath
the moonlight sonata
a ghost finger touched
a quiver — semi-tone note
my soul did concave
beneath that haunting
longing aching spirit
So persona non grata
my coattail in winter snow
:: 02-25-2014 ::
So you have faced adversity too
and sometimes life’s just so cruel
and people can help or let you drown
sometimes they stand and watch
while you wither away internally
But when the rain comes down
and there’s no doubt the pain —
is your deepest sorrow
just remember I’m here for you
a golden friend of the heart
and my soul is here and true
for you I would do anything
so listen to me now —
life is nothing more than love
and anything less is an empty hour
:: 02-25-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MY life passed me by
backwards it walked
never looking behind
I knew it’s path before
to follow was my desire
but time restrained myself
A witness was all my role
to see mistakes, nothing more
the reversal of misfortune
a pittance of late wisdom
:: 02-26-2014 ::
What if love was free
and tears no more
and fear died alone
and children laughed
knowing life was theirs
to live as they wished
It isn’t so strange
believing in love
if you choose to
it’s inside us all
waiting for you
we could love all
I say dream a day
in which this wish
can come true
it’s above us
and so below
dream a dream
life so wondrous
nothing to die for
and nothing debited
just souls giving
a brotherhood loved
and dreams our friend
:: 02-25-2014 ::
If I should find a twinkling star
so much as half of what I want
that this light should be you
that star should be like my heart
and I would dedicate it to you
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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 ::
CONFIDENCE BE MY STEP
Stand in grace and steadfast resolve
a staircase descending below two feet
what wonders give each step you take
a dream taken that stride sure-fast
living now forgiving past indecision
that pocket full of fire touchstone
breathe easy for you may catch-fire
and trails of lust behind shadows
falling desires singing in choir
life loves confidence riding life
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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