we born of riches
all of us
aristocrat — even beggared
the mighty and the frail-small
a vault of bars in gold
earmarked for life’s events
swiftly/quaintly we spend
some to squander
into the wind —
the wise, thrifty
for the long road
:: 04-05-2014 ::
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
:: 04-06-2014
mother dear lover
who distilled
such fear between
my life and love
i share with you
a tea cup of leaf
and read the bottom
portent futures bleed
a separation of life
mother i loved you
but your womb
has no vacant sign
:: 04-04-2014 ::
teeth that run
enamel roads
so hungry
looking for life
a piece of flesh
— to skin
but asphalt they bite
instead
my fear lonely traveler
by day we walk at night
— we sleep in haven
but teeth stay prowling
gashing and chomping
for a piece of my life
:: 04-04-2014 ::
I dressed my shadow
in the finest clothes
so sorrowful I was
many a year to see
how darkly it wore
the fallen light of my soul
and we took a tour
through Brussels
and rode a train
toward ancient history
and my shadow cried
to see a blue whale
beached up in a tree
and a cat caught in a wave
and so many people dead
walking like their shadows
and my shadow gave back
the fine clothes it wore
and said living light was more
than what a shadow could bare
and he seeped back down there
today the sun is hidden
behind a little black spot
even the sun has a shadow
and life is fine for light reins
:: 04-03-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived
— now dead
that mystery of mysteries
live on —
in sun drenched skies
:: 04-03-2014 ::
I saw a reason today
to walk into a war
and she said it’s okay
and I went for family
and i was a brave heart
and mortars fell beside me
and the day never ended
one day I took a phone call
and she said today my dear
something has changed
and it’s my heart
I took bullets and death
and my dream was for you
and the children at your feet
she used to love me a lot
and I remember the good times
and prayed it’s not too late
to start again to start again
but her bullets tore through me
and her war was more than that
where i was sitting that day
and today i am a casaulty
she used to love me
yes, she once loved me
but the war is now won
I gave it my best shot
but love is an enemy at best
and God has His plan for life
:: 04-02-2014 ::
And would the sun shine more coldly
if the light within my soul dimmed?
and would the song of birds mute
if my voice became a silence?
within you would feeling die?
and if the eyes from which I see
would shut close forevermore
would life be a darkness for you?
these things I do not know dear
because no longer do humans write
ink upon paper that be sent forth
so my well of ink is dry and thoughts
If mere words some more poetic be
that could stir the heart of you
then love me more than what words say
and let Heaven count the numbers
I’ve a field to walk and dig the ground
and the sun is fair today dear love
today the grace of nature be with me
:: 04-02-2014 ::
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