Tag Archives: #loss

A FUNERAL OF VICTORY

no youth or age hides
from an Eternal Rule
the touch of vulnerability
we cry, “a miracle
so difficult! and blew my
eyes saying, Death is
a Miracle feeling no pain”
toward my pain feeling
long history //instanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hands of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic
miracles–Father; we children
cry when we see the end of
loved ones
believing YOU: Funeral
of Victory!

:: 08-29-2015 ::


LONELY ROAD

AND so the lonely road going
nowhere to-ever and through whistling
a love ballad badly through loose teeth
meant anything behind the wheel
my heart grips it tightly like the aching
need of a lost lover who made me coffee
in morning before sunshine was
swept beneath lying carpets
did i tell you? especially when you
made me popcorn perfectly
the many smallBIGs of what i lost

:: 07-03-2015 ::


TWO MINUS ONE IS PAIN

TO imagine love
:: life ::
when living is this
worthless dead
rose (do restrain)
when soul/mind complains
this wish through heart
then tragically restrained
weeds contain roses(
love) then Springtime
comes: and humanity
shouts sweetly to lovers
with broken hearts:
success is a tear
shed by the greatest lost
of love!

:: 06-29-2015 ::


UNINVITED GHOST

LIKE life anyone like
my love — so fascinated
by love, I gave so
many tears, like my
forgiving heart.

I died between love
and all the smiles
simply, i say
you’re not the one
== my uninvited

I cried like rivers,
his meaningful purpose
flowing blood from me
by rocks of my River,
i bruise so easily.

And you, you’re alone
and my ghostDream now
drowns in my puddleTears
so deeply is anguish
a skirt burning like sun
and my heart-soul too.

But you, my wishful one
are so uninvited by me
and now like life, anyone
like my love — so fascinated
I walk into woods forgotten.

And you like expansive hope
makes me die when i’m alone.
i have no route inside my heart
instead experience tells me
you’re not invited but ghost

:: 11-05-2014 ::


DIAMOND-HEART COAL

my profoundly friend
in my daisy-eye
summer breath,
one black day —

who turned diamondHeart
into coal (it happened)
beneath an artist’s hand

where i forgave forgiveness
that i(my heart so such)
writes and paints skies
of fiend between immortal friends

:: 10-13-2014 ::


MY BUBBLE(KISS)

my bubble(kiss)
static-skin
full (a)round
my pink airJail
the beautiful
lofty curve
released
and float
away

:: 10-13-2014 ::


YOUR GRINNING DOLLS

Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth

: 07-16-2014 ::


MY NEW LOVER

Oh la ah la
ooh ah la

i remember fun days
and bitter cuts
from your tongue
you say dreaming
I walk beach sands
thunder beneath my feet
I would believe you
but I see my cuts
and still they bleed
my ocean — emerald green
it tastes salty good
your ocean a crimson-red
and dead fish at my feet
sea shell flotsam
the key for my gate
I. Break out prison
and run to my beach
Poseidon my lover now

:: 05-01-2914 ::


HAS ANYONE

Image
(c) E.P. Robles 2012

Has anyone ever sang you a song
when you were in your darkest hour
just a few moments given for life
if not then listen to me now

Love is not a thing to hold
possession impossible dear one
and doves are not made to cage

I should know…

And when it rains such are tears
all you feel is the heavy patter
it beats across your bruised heart

what I had I have given back to you
and what I wished for you possess
and this is your song — for life…

so listen to me now
life is never to late
for a thing such as love…

:: 02-15-2014 ::


DEADMAN’S CURVE

MY road I’ve trampled
a dusty forlorn mistress
twisting winding wishing
burning rubber
— upon her curves
a wreckage I am missing
a crashing
— through the guardrail
slowly am I falling
toward the heap
of twisting metal
toward the graveyard
of the ghosts
of boyfriends-past

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