IF I write a wrong
will that suffice
a wrong to right?
And if I sang
a song
would hate
become a love?
In a world
that I create
such a thing
be such way
:: 02-03-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
IF…
DREAMING WRITER SOUL
TENDER dreams bespeak an ancient soul
one who adores the written word
In ancient times seen so magical
a scribble here and there
to keep the kingdom from disrepair
And now you fear the social web
it attempts to bind you from your soul
your weakness is not from fear
but from years of constant struggle
refuse to fight — just a while
to gain the strength that you need
then melt away the evil foe!
:: 02-03-2014 ::
PRAY FOR THE PREYED
WATCH the busy as the doers spend
caught in life the prey in web
diligently doing the doers deed
comes the spinner spinning
until the end silvery spun death
:: 02-03-2014 ::
JOY HAS WINGS
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
THAT TENDER THING
(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
DAUGHTER
MY DEAR daughter who brought me back
from the precipice of cold death
I was there to bring you forth
from womb to a world so cold in heart
I am remiss to express this fact
— you were already there with me
My love is defined by your grace
and I have learned in my flesh
what you taught me from beyond
I say to you — I love you
and forever will be there
hand in hand–heart in heart
:: 02-01-2014 ::
MY LOVE NO REGRET
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today
Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart
You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know
My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry
My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent
:: 01-31-2014 ::
HOW TO DIE
GRAINS of sand
such is time
but a grinding mind
sets its focus
throughout its life
not how to live
but how to die
:: 01-29-2014 ::
BROKEN ARROW
WHEN he says “I love you”
do you feel an angel’s breath
upon your feathered heart?
And when you walk hand-in-hand
do your feet glide upon heaven’s land
like when you dance in golden light?
I cannot partake in a poisoned arrow
that which I broke off from my heart
time has passed since we said goodbye
I used to say my soul was salvation
we use to play and sing in elation
those were times I keep inside of me
If he loves you like I loved you
I could not think of you as I do
Upon my hands I would fall to Earth
And the angels sing
a pardon for the heart
I can only say
my soul was my salvation
and we used to play
and sing in elation
And the angels sing
a pardon for our hearts
and the Earth takes a spin
just for us
and we can dance again
eternally at heaven’s gate
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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