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THE POOR BEGGAR

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(c) ep robles 2013

THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money

but for love

:: 02-13-2014 ::


SWEET TEAR

SWEET tear save me
before you fall upon
empty skies…
Show me what
I am dying for
I am lonely
and spent
Life has
kissed me
and then left me…
to fend for myself
Give me some hope
if only to live
another day…

::01-15-2014::


I DO BELIEVE

IF I cried
the world
I do believe
would sigh
no passion -only
indifference
I believe
and I refrain
— delicate mind
wishes do believe

::02-15-2014::


I’M HUNGRY FOR YOU

WITH the cold greet of a night moon
something stirred within my soul
nothing human or even creature
a nameless feeling – I fell awake
And I walk amongst the few
who know the feeling of walking too
like a stroll within a river
each footstep thick and clever

I greet the moon and her cloak
a silver shower of comfort too
and my friends — the nocturnal
are ones who know my nameless face
we live the night and sometimes even
mostly a kill I’d share with them
but these nights even so much more
an ancient lullaby of tragic lore

Tonight I taste the silver light
dripping across the twilight land
and though I cannot your name remember
the lust and hunger for you is alive
I’m hungry for you…still hungry for you
very hungry for you…

::01/02/2014