Tag Archives: #joy

WISH TO BE

WHERE ALL  m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!

Perchance   b e neath
a blooming peach tree?

upon the cusp of the lips
of   a smiling clown    or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u  n  k  n  o  w   n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o       be!
I   love my   ;;–> better
than you!

:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1


LEGO MAN

i am just a fig; a small plastic
figurine man
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
my protegee
make children smile
a Lego set
within archetypes
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit  within a certain
theme like life
ooh!  oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
collecting me
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh!  a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!

:: 03-01-2015 ::


WHAT THE HEART NEEDS

I walk around and down the walk
just another day minding business
and I can hear the people saying
nothing matters but what’s in heart
such a thing needed is more song
about love and life and smiles too
And what does the man say…
listen to what they all sing
It’s what the heart needs
and it needs…LA LA LA TA DA LA LA
and the flowers twirl float soda
and sherbet paints Mona Lisa
and she is singing LA LA LA TA DA LA LA
it’s what the heart needs yes it does

:: 03-02-2014 ::


JOY HAS WINGS

Piece No. 46-02152013 - Victorian Disonnace
(c) E.P. Robles 2013

JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings

:: 02-03-2014 ::


CELLO SPEAK FOR ME

THE pain speaks clearly
no introduction needed
A bastard for a mumble
the razor edge bleeds
No need to plead–indeed
such weakness is meat
for fangs deeply digging
— in me such remorse
To believe in love indeed
cello speak for me…
this night I bleed eternally

::01-12-2014::


DREAM OF PAST LIFE WITH YOU

IN MY sleep I saw your face
as though in my waking hours
when I saw your face
and knew it could not be
that this feeling was a dream
something imagined or unreal
 
You were riding upon Glory
a horse I called after a mother
whom had died centuries ago
and within my heart I saw you go
across the fields of wheat like gold
braided hair and rosy skin
 
An air of nobility across your face
and in the misty distance lay a castle
something strong and solid in stance
Across from which appeared a moat
and then you called, when you turned your head
a name called Chace…and I went
 
Trotting across the swaying fields
and below a flowing waterfall
Glory drank upon the dancing stream
as we gathered moss and petal for bed
there, in heaven’s domain we embraced
and bonded against a song from angel’s breath
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