Tag Archives: #life

A SOUL TO RECKON

WHAT am I
if not
what I dreamed
Who dissuade
my imperial dream
that I am not me
What power
dissolves me
I say nothing
for I am more
— a soul to reckon

:: 01-27-2014 ::


SOUL STEEL

WHAT was weak
snapped into piece
I sadly held onto
my broken soul…
My angel spoke
and said it so…
what is broken
becomes the steel

:: 01-27-2014 ::


SPACE OF A CRAWL

I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep

:: 01-25-2024 ::


THE RAREST COLOR

I SAW today
the rarest color
of them all
that which nature
bestows to one
It was not a star
nor human
but a creature
most dapper

‘Twas the peacock’s
neck blue region
only visible upon
a brightly lit day
is the most
heavenly blue!

:: 01-25-2014 ::


IF I DIE

IF I die
before I awaken
then surely I have died
before living

:: 01-25-2014 ::


SUCH FIRE

THE day began
as a fire
burning it did
the line’s horizon

What grand power
to hush the dark
in tender hour…

Such a fire
burns within
— a daily dose
to chase away
such darkness
for repose!

:: 01-25-2014 ::


UNHINGED

I BECOME unhinged
this powerful emotion
a potion of boiling life
within me is all
singing a chorus
— of release!

:: 01-26-2014 ::


HUMAN

TO be human
is to be weak

:: 01-26-2014 ::


DESIRE

DESIRE pleases us
in many ways
the natural urge
— that compels
for many it must
be fastly quenched
or the magic
— loses its spell

My desire can never expire
it dwells within another place
— far from flesh and skin
between the fold
of existence
beyond the sight
of human eye

My desire — a burning fire
needs no explaining
it resides over there
— beyond the way
eccentric I am
some would say

:: 01-26-2014 ::


FRAGRANT SPRING

Piece_No_03-110210-MOD-Visual Perfume

(c) E.P. Robles 2013

 

DO you see the gentle push…
of fragrant Spring?
She stepped aside a time ago
politely granting wind and snow
crystal ice and dusting white

Oh how I love and miss you so!

Come to me elegant season
and I pray you do not forget
to wear your dress of flowers
and lipstick the tinge of sun…
the brilliant blue sky within your eyes

:: 01-25-2014 ::