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(c) ep robles 2012
i have a box of simple things
and within its walls
i keep memories of you
— on raining days
for my heart when it weeps
so listen to me now
cherish the heart
and its moments
i would rather be alone
then with these memories
has anybody remembered you?
and does your heart ache
when the sun goes down?
i do especially for you
yes i would rather be alone
hearts are made for love
and dirt mixes good in rain
but castles in sand erode
but my love is a wave
i take me with you
each tide away
i believe in you
every day every wave
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #longing, #lost love, #poem, #poetry, #regret, #relationships | posted in Love, Pain, Poetry, Romance
(c) ep robles 2013
When we first
open the book
of life —
tis a mystery novel
and looking back
after time —
a catalogue of memories
:: 02-14-2014 ::
4 Comments | tags: #book of life, #life, #perspective, #poem, #poetry | posted in Life, Poetry
(c) ep robles 2013
in my sane sanitarium bees gathering
o’er some ocean skinless creature
a burrow knee deep but vastly so
i sometime gather some piece or bits
this — an hour glass shaped thought
finely falling nexus-falls between me
why surreal-lie squashing all i do
and darkness — what of it
:: 02-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abstract, #existential, #life, #mental, #poem, #poetry, #surreal | posted in Awareness, Mind, Poetry
(c) ep robles 2012
i caught myself
dreaming myself
streaming lines
disjointed fairy tales
a seam i tripped
and pulled it back
and saw my self
dreaming life
:: 02-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #altered states, #dreams, #life, #philosophical, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #surrealism | posted in Dreams, Life, Poetry, Surrealism
(c) ep robles 2013
THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money
but for love
:: 02-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #alone, #cold, #life, #loneliness, #lonely, #poem, #poetry, #sad | posted in Life, Poetry, Sorrow
(c) e.p.robles 2011
I gesticulate a birth poem
bottom third trimester
dilation my wish-so
and born soon for the world
such words pleasing to you
a mother is proud but sore
and weakness a strength
how i wish to born prose
before time consumes
but life begs patience
rhythm breath contraction
pushing primal need aside
a course for life words
cry pain release love
exhausting pleases me
rest kiss hand forehead
our child pure touch
eternal love beyond
poetry born in cradle
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
i release me — my shackles broken
what wondrous bliss running in the fields
the reeds of flowers cutting my heels
such pleasure to feel the pain of freedom
and honey dew sun on that grand horizon
what golden dreams melt across my heart
the free dove flying sideways in blue-sky
i release me my fears — tear soakened
though i realize this dream is fleeting
i drink it with graceful passion dew
and dreams i swim in gentle streams
i am human but just a guise for today
for i have found the key to life’s lock
and i run in my fields of tomorrow’s life
:: 02-11-2014 ::
4 Comments | tags: #ascended, #bliss, #eternal rapture, #freedom, #life, #poem, #poetry | posted in Eternity, Life, Poetry
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
a long time ago
a certain place
in a peculiar time
a naive notion
we danced in hand
and cursed the time
that moves across life
two lovers kissed by love
but if i ever live to see
such a love again in life
i will run toward Hades
that fire burns less than you
someone like you so intense
touched me across the land
beyond the surface or air
and grabbed my soul so tight
and you spoke candy words
to this gentle soul inside
i wanted to believe in you
but you decided to lie instead
and if I ever live to see
such a love again in life
I will run toward Hades
such a fire is cooler than you
:: 02-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #disappointment, #dream, #lies, #life, #love, #lovers, #poem, #poetry, #separation | posted in Love, Lust, Poetry, Romance, Sorrow
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
WHAT we change
changes us
profound ways
inclined
something better
sometimes bitter
and hindsight —
always knows
:: 02-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #change, #hindsight, #inner voice, #life, #poem, #poetry, #transformation | posted in Life, Society, Transformation
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
when morrow begs heart
in days of fire that pain
be calm for I come
this too shall die
and dreams comfort
too they roll with eye
along the fine line
between insanity
and life’s stable coil
:: 02-20-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #sorrow | posted in Uncategorized
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