One’s life,
a covered pane
with fingerprints,
that remain —
a last breath
the final frosting
:: 03-02-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
WORLDS
Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
WOMAN
What woman she
of no true clan
a bastard’s bitch
a flight for life
born for pain
and giver of life
Such beauty she
Cosmic love-be
Tenderly praise
We of God-be
:: 03-01-2014 ::
MY WALK
OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone
:: 03-01-2014 ::
EMPTY FIELD OF BONES
Please learn this lesson love
sometimes a strong heart
should not live too long
Admirable love of strength
when battles are won
Look across the field
many die that fight for life
But your soul remains so
beyond any you love
or know — alone are you
An empty field of bones
:: 03-03-2014 ::
MOVEMENT
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MOVEMENT
Movement
that tryst
between
fear life
souls
grow flee
life’s
do die
light
burn bright
:: 03-04-2014 ::
HEAVENLY POLITICS
AND mortals believe
the congress spoiled
what only eyes see
but levels above
heavenly realms
spiritual body
that greater turmoil
spiritual congress
an epic war unseen
:: 03-03-2014 ::
A SEPARATION BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
I despise my skin
the body within —
clothes that dispose
a shadow of myself
What awake human
could love this state
the separation between
heaven and hell
:: 03-03-2014 ::
CONSUME ME
AND I would allow you
to consume what I am
that you are fed
the truth of life
:: 03-03-2014 ::
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