Please learn this lesson love
sometimes a strong heart
should not live too long
Admirable love of strength
when battles are won
Look across the field
many die that fight for life
But your soul remains so
beyond any you love
or know — alone are you
An empty field of bones
:: 03-03-2014 ::
A drop of tear split ages
asunder my fears lover
time no more than mind
but love such as ours
gently touches life
and living must we
between fear and pain
and love and fame
nothing compared dear
to that heart of yours
that which I die for
many times each day
my majesty lives
within my dreams
love and lover
forever more
:: 02-07-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
THE deep I need
a source in life
the well I draw
to quench my words
If it dries
my life will wither
and my spirit to dust
will crumble
:: 01-25-2014 ::
I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep
:: 01-25-2024 ::
THE emotional dimension
— most interesting
a part of the human-animal
a landscape built on perception
the landfill —
of revelations | experiences
beauty and truth and joy-pain
These nuances
constitute the human-experience
do beat down
such dark hole
some call depression
— spiritual malaise
threatens to eat us alive
::07/07/2014::
Tragedy — a misplaced arrow
should never pierce the heart
but follow the path of the do’er
lest decent souls perish
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And if I kissed the scar
upon your soul
soothed away
the oceans of pain
Could the light of sun
touch your spirit
And if by chance — love
visited your home
in the fire
Could reason be enough —
to find my love
— // —
In my heart
fragmented
so disposed
As no one knows
lies and disgrace
belies the grace
beneath the sullen moon
In such remorse
searing heat
winter freeze
beneath the ice
the sun looks warm
Follow my heart
into this fitful dream
and I’ll hear you
Scream again…
Winter’s embrace
leave me alone
I don’t want to feel
your icy heart upon my face
Winter’s embrace
so much remorse
killing me – its such a haze
Trembling
sad and cold
Bring me the warmth
of a good friend now
Good times are gone
but sometimes I dream
beneath the willow weeps
Please don’t come
just leave me alone
in reprise I shall sing…
Winter’s embrace
leave me alone
I don’t want to feel
your icy heart upon my face
Winter’s embrace
so much remorse
killing me – its such a haze
sometimes too long
worn out shoes
take me home
to the paradise I knew
I will kneel and pray
for all my mistakes
Heaven sends you my way
but hell prays you stay…
Winter’s embrace
Don’t you stay
Leave me to face my ways
Winter’s embrace
Don’t you say
Love can keep me any day
Just freeze my heart anyway
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