SWALLOW my fear
before love taste
that pain of life
that you know me first
Then the pleasures come
more intense than first love
:: 02-18-2014 ::
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SWALLOW MY FEAR
THE GIVING TODAY
TODAY a chance to help one that hurt
Nothing more gave I but just a smile
Gently lifting such a spirit off the dirt
was nothing more than with a smile
Her health appeared strong but less
was the light that shone within her eyes
I took her hand and said love is real
suddenly her light grew more than fear
:: 02-19-2014 ::
HAS ANYONE
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Has anyone ever sang you a song
when you were in your darkest hour
just a few moments given for life
if not then listen to me now
Love is not a thing to hold
possession impossible dear one
and doves are not made to cage
I should know…
And when it rains such are tears
all you feel is the heavy patter
it beats across your bruised heart
what I had I have given back to you
and what I wished for you possess
and this is your song — for life…
so listen to me now
life is never to late
for a thing such as love…
:: 02-15-2014 ::
DREAD COMES MY WAY
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
DREAD —
of all the visitors
which rang my heart
on days in slumber
a feeling known apart
This one I choose — away
come another day or —
a kinder spectre can stay
and share a cup of tea
:: 02-11-2014 ::
LIVING IS FOR THOSE
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
SISTER
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SISTER who did this to you?
What I am is less than zero
Sister give me his name
I am just a ghost in flesh
Sister stay focused with me
What’s that saying about life?
Life, and Death, and Giants [Dickinson]
I pray for you and me
and what does that say about us all?
I don’t care about everyone else
I just want to be me
I want to tear apart his face
and take back the jewel of my heart
Sometimes I want to rip out his throat
Just to make him as vulnerable as me
Do you hear what I am saying daddy?
What does that say about me…
:: 02-04-2014 ::
LOVE — THE STALKER
LOVE has stalked me
thrice with its cunning
and more than once
has slay with its fangs
such a hunter is it
I fear it will not abate
and in the end I fear
first a mate then the end
:: 02-03-2014 ::
DREAMING WRITER SOUL
TENDER dreams bespeak an ancient soul
one who adores the written word
In ancient times seen so magical
a scribble here and there
to keep the kingdom from disrepair
And now you fear the social web
it attempts to bind you from your soul
your weakness is not from fear
but from years of constant struggle
refuse to fight — just a while
to gain the strength that you need
then melt away the evil foe!
:: 02-03-2014 ::
FEAR SPOKE
“AND what of me?” asked fear.
“I have no thing that hugs nor kisses or desires me…”
Compassion stared then gently replied.
“But you are not real therefore of no concern.
When you realize this then shall you be set free.”
:: 01-29-2014 ::
NIGHT SCREAM
AND if the night could scream
who would hear such a thing
the burrowing night creature
maybe a mockingbird or two
It is not a practical thought
but one of abstract feeling
I know the sound of anguish
to hear such sound each night
— upon my window pane
:: 01-28-2014 ::
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