(c) E.P. Robles 2013
a strain of realization
beyond the eye-see
a touch of familiarity
delicate is such wonder
a poised daisy in a field
more expansive than mind
dropping tears in vast
nothing do
a gleam of immortality
dipped fog-dew
:: 02-08-2014 ::
LISTEN dear do you hear
the bells a ringing?
there were birds
in the sky
and they were singing
a wonderful song
full of loving
so I say just to you
take my hand
there be love all around
but the love I want
is what I found
it’s you — oh you!
:: 02-07-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
mirror mimic me
show me shadow
perfection glass
give me lies…
mind me mirror
speak easy
flowers —
mist of perfume
tonight is sin
tomorrow beg
grace above —
who forgives
time burns
my flesh young
plans in plans
i trick you…
twisting fate
upon my finger
command you —
with my power
tonight I dance
sing and kiss
tomorrow wake
put on my face
:: 02-06-2014 ::
THE sweetest love
my love —
passion in part
a sprinkling sorrow
a taste of lust
a dash of fear
mixed with blood
sweat and tear
Such a recipe
life-delicious
:: 02-05-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WE’RE tripping upon daisies
laughing in the light of sun
not a care how crazy
love seems to be for us
I’m taking care of my business
tending to the woman I love
and she is protected by a heart
who knows where it’s taking her
We’re going to visit lovely Cupid
I hear he has a righteous house
full of flowers and scents
and cookie dough fences
I’m taking care of my woman
she has flowers within her hair
and a spark upon her lips
lights me up when we touch
We’re floating up toward skies
full of marshmallow eyes
be speckled in chocolate kisses
Let me eat the sweets so lovely
:: 02-04-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHAT would you say
If dreams died today
and in her place
nothing but confusion
No new songs to play
or books to read
Would you say today
life had died in blood
and death had won?
If dreams are to live
then live within you dreams
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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