GOD’S spark of creativity
is ruining this world
through humanity
:: 04-29-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #God
A HUNDRED POEMS — 056
FIRE that burning ICE
axe-plosion burst stream
at first
a whisper dove
elegantly comes to me
DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning
A high sky ceiling tracing
my dove-love angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile
tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed
lonely the soul drifting
between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth
What Kings see, humans know
what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove
SOARS so high above all
pure light eagle eyes
a hush from Creation
soon — the grand scene!
:: 04-17-2014 ::
ABSTRACT LINES
When I think life has passed me by
I look out the window and I see
a rainbow of pain and pleasure
and I feel insecured from pain
But love, that love hugs me tight
and I know every day is a challenge
just like lovers — we struggle
but the night seduces me too
And the day smacks my head upright
so I struggle like most do — yeah
but there are moments when I realize
life is beautiful and so are we
and words cannot ever describe
the challenge of this life
Never let stares or words drown you
my lovely spirit never let them win
You are a dot that splattered
upon the canvass from God’s brush
and what a wonderful creation
abstract lines and deeper meaning
:: 04-15-2014 ::
GOD AND LOVE
I walk a road alone if I do
what road do you walk – alone
and if we agree in love
then what road we walk
what may save us is you
and me and love and that road
ideology and passion for life
is what measures a slice
a political move not my belief
monopoly of political defense
is not what I subscribe to
its about our children too
In a night billions will die
and Leaders have no defense
and the Spirit has left
That view of life is rot
and defused is common sense
and life a singular defense
There’s no such thing as …
a political move in life
when children believe in you
and I sing an anthem of love
and earth and life and God
when humans have the choice
to live a life of love
or burn the paradise
given by God and Love
:: 03-31-2014 ::
ME AND YOU
How do we meet on the heat-road of this dead-end girl
where the moon shies away and the owl scatters
my boots have a tar-goo so hard to clean this night
what could you say to me to make it all the worth?
Sir, I saw a sinner who stared into my eyes – nights ago
and he woke up the love and passion this night
I have nothing more to give or say tonight to you tonight
the ocean sings to you in a shell
and the bird tweets a tune to your heart
and a rising world of color brings you love
Yes, that is it…
I wish to forsake the bloodshed
and all the grief
I say that love – love is a wave
it’s a seventh wave of love
and drown in that wave ripple
But hate and grief pinches me
and my heart and body sir
is a fragile fabric in life
Lovely soul come to me then
I will remedy the error of life
in a bite you will be saved
and love and tooth saves
and hatred abated for time
and space and philosophy
We share the same Father
and believe me when I say
I hope He Loves me and you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
FIRE MEETS FIRE
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
ONE fire burned that for another
FIRE consumed an admiration —
God’s gift of gifts to all
that Beethoven adored Mozart
Sixteen age years he traveled
and once within the music room
Mozart, in no mood to meet the boy
— a prodigy like Wolfgang, said:
“Play me something…” — said he
C minior Piano concerto
“No not that, anyone can play!
Let flow what you have written”
and Beethoven did – stroke a fire
Said Mozart, “Stanzi, Stanzi,
one day he will give the world
something to talk about.”
:: 03-22-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS III
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for a man
and the council
those pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak near
the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along tomorrow
today the gift is given
softly we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
CREATION
EVEN the Almighty
surprises Divinity
for His creation
is uncontrolled
and as all great artists…
have no boundaries
:: 03-01-2014 ::
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