WE do not know why death grips the soul
in our innocence we play-tell — a know
but in our beds within a dark room
we fear the answer even though it hides
Why does truth cower in darkness —
like a beacon of light it should guide our path
but when it comes to the big ending — it hides
So I confess that such a thing as death —
is more a coward than the littlest of man
And that being such as it is my faint hearted ones
in truth we tower above the darkness that engulfs us
and the light within is a greater truth than death
:::::
Tag Archives: #life
THE COWARD
THE PUZZLE
I CHANCED upon an exquisite
puzzle one day
it was tiny in size
and easy to touch
I didn’t want to
figure it out
but just to hold
I turned it this way
–that way
–anyway it would move
and at times interlocking
pieces would come and go
eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier
to navigate —
life is such that way
:::::
LOVE OR FEAR
A TIDE swells
like love or fear
— excavate an
emotional trench
like prophylactic
or shield
we place our heart
in that bastille
:::::
A TIDE
A TIDE of
unceasing fear
like falcon-clutched throat
belies my appearance in light
On the surface —
no ripple
beneath the veil
a crashing winter ocean
To be…
one wave short
of a shipwreck
— without rescue boat
Abandon deck
all below
we sink
with mast and sail
Who cries
for the lost
at sea — the gulls shriek
beneath the tides —
the souls
:::::
THE DANCE OF CONFESSION
YESTERDAY was a wet sorrow fallen from a leaf
and I picked up the pieces of your broken heart
I thought a skip or two from the hip of my heart
would correct the limp of your soul and spirit
Now you, my friend, have serious damage of life
(I commend the spirit of your endeavor lover)
But now I refrain from the flame of destruction
but love the teeter-totter of fatalistic love
(hush my love just bite the lip of fate for us)
and now my shoes have lost their sole —
and souls of those that walk without so much
begin to regret the price of one-for-two
Pretty woman…(yes my love) pretty woman
I cannot deny the love that keeps my orbit
Pretty women…(so my love?) pretty women
I run in circles trying to find your reason
run I do when my lungs collapse from denial
Let my sorrow burn the fields of flowers
from your maddening sickness in this season
:::::
SOMETIMES I DREAM
sometimes i dream of a love because i am
existing for that wispy fragrant moment
release me pain — from your withered hands
fall i shall upon the petals of my rose
with her i shall attain summer in winter
spring in fall and skinkisses at night
bring me sweethardness softbitter moments
gossermar thoughts bobbing floating passion
— // —
TRAGEDY
Tragedy — a misplaced arrow
should never pierce the heart
but follow the path of the do’er
lest decent souls perish
:::::
I REFRAIN FROM THE THOUGHT
I REFRAIN from the thought
that death of love is for naught
that shores ebb away
from the tides of luna
All without meaning or thought
Let me dream of a reason
if I may have eons to think
that logic dictates feeling —
tears are salt and not honey
Is life bitter or death sweet?
— // —
SHE ENTWINES YOUR SPIRIT
She entwines your spirit
As a spinster with the yarn
Creating the apparel
for your naked heart
She encases your soul
in brilliant precious gold
The financier of your future
her love makes you the richest
She protects your sense of self
and battles the weaker you
The man you are is what she made
her love, spirit, and soul…
Is yours to cherish and forever hold…
:::::
Recent Comments
EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV…
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.