there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
COSMOS
EACH soul
a cosmos
love-making
u n i v e r s e
kissing-licking
c r e a t i o n s
crying-dying
singing-laughing
an explosion
of expression
s u p e r n o v a
p a s s i o n !
:: 04-13-2014 ::
HONEY DEW
and when honey dew
simply
drips away
that crack from fear
too small
to see
but hate and anger
fought that stage —
I am left
with sad
speckled nest-less
eggs
in tender hands
If a plant, from tears
they would grow
but now, wingless
lovely eggs to bed
I bury you in dreams
:: 04-13-2014 ::
WORDS DESTROY ME
This is the last kiss
a memory yet to burn
those souls who regret
a hand played badly
What was it you said?
“life is a game played”
such words you’ll regret
when your life crumbles
I knew the verdict
when I saw you walking
toward me not looking
and my heart shattered
too many pieces to gather
and your words destroy me
“life is a game played”
When the sky falls
I crumble into pieces
and your soul too
one day will burn
when you remember
the heart you destroyed
:: 04-10-2014 ::
BLUE BIRDS SING
Someday my love
you’ll realize
that rainbows cry
and in the wet cold
you’ll see gold
that it’s a heart’s love
and one day my sweet dear
you’ll realize that
I was the one
and birds and church bells
sing a ringing song
across missed lives
but tomorrow brings
a new story and life
but in this end dear
I lost you my dear one
but church bells ring
and bluebirds sing
and tomorrows may cry
but my heart sings
that sun of love
:: 04-08-2014 ::
A SLOW LOVE-DEATH
So lady my gem
if i should say
what heavenly hymn
would your angel
unfurl her wings
a stimulation
God’s sensation
not too worry
He built it in
and I would take
that perfect bliss
lips need lips
and i have some
Fingers searching
there I find you
between those tears
and your eyes
I am not just love
but Cupid’s son
and I know love
it’s my burning fire
and my testimony
Love is the greatest
that greatest Truth
:: 04-08-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 044
Stay, do not leave; please, discover me
I am hidden, shadow skin,
Inviolable soul am I
Steadfast!
Those, who stab and bite my thoughts
it is fear, a half-awakened spirit;
kindness, compassion — accused weakness
young souls be children
a sign of misunderstanding
If not for the stars my knees would bleed
their fire support my weight
Love who born me — my mother, kiss me!
a voice I need and her hugs too — please
tonight I incite the prayer
Come! Come!
Your child is hungry – less
the spirits feed upon that flesh
the world should glimpse a moment
That dreams are true and life a wooden stage
Her wings iridescent blue!
:: 04-08-2014 ::
THE FICTIONALS
(c) E.P. ROBLES
a clean sheet that paper
at birth not a scribble
a play yet to unfold
what character, will be?
and narrative to drive
that actor’s soul-stage
a setup from the start
and conflict in the wings
a resolution for life
we, the fictional
take our lines
from the Divine
and genre —
make mine romance
and not this horror
:: 04-08-2014 ::
SKIN SCRUBS
MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope
:: 04-07-2014 ::
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