How long
can a dove’s
feather survive
within a furnace
and what of
that first kiss
ever
does it still
press upon your
lips
what love exists
if not in time
forever imprinted
upon the heart
and if time ceased
would all love
cascade down
into your velvet
pocket of passion
and would slender
fingers nimbly touch
the lost love
of time’s passing
passion — never dies
:: 04-22-2014 ::
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
AND which feather has tickled you
the one of sorrow for perceived lost
or that one which bring joy and tear
I confess that both have touched
that grand heart within that cage
— hush now, feather-heart
there be always summers each year
and many sunrises-surprises-smiles
:: 03-10-2014 ::
I marched in place
of Father Time
This did I
for me and you
That he would run
is not like me
A casual stroll for all
toward Eternity
:: 03-02-2014 ::
OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone
:: 03-01-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MOVEMENT
Movement
that tryst
between
fear life
souls
grow flee
life’s
do die
light
burn bright
:: 03-04-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
My refusal an entertainment
for my soul that chooses
denial of painful living
and ruffles on bold wrists
this flair life has given
a dare not many have taken
I stand up and face it daily!
:: 02-28-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
Why did you go
brilliant light
in haste you left
a speck of ember
it burns my heart
How long shall it be
like sands ebbed away
are all my hopes
a castle ruined at sea
Lovely bright my life
a taste of Spring
is what river i thirst
just a cup to drink
This i know briefly
then it goes away
ever so quietly
a tide within the sea
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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 ::
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