Tag Archives: #love

PRIME DELIGHT

IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has
overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm
is a brilliant reprieve of false peace;
and words pour as molten gold.

A richness of undetermined wealth measured
by Spirit and not human needs.

I have become equal to fear and peace —
this i discovered with my never-closing eyes,
take away this discovery and many others
to share with all fellows. The proof of
existence is a blood-penned period at the
end of a written sigh.

And i write this previous sentence in honor
of Isidore Lucien Ducasse.

To discover your feelings have died and
the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This
pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until
they fall to the ground; and to realize
sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels
who love us all.

To me; i love you. To everyone else, you
have been my teacher.

:: 04-16-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


WISHING KISSES RESURRECTED LOVE

Anger’s division ate my heart in bites
so small the moon spun around howling
at wolves — lady / God \ rivers
sequestered Souls; i died within your
arms and death too — we go up and down
with angels whose burning wings light
our Souls
We took refuge in truth and we go up
and down and scratch away lies
— the little lies eat life
|||the bigger you give the bigger
you get and sometimes we forget
the Spirit needs food and we
scratch away the flesh from life
; is such the little death every
day we breath/we live in small
spaces wishing kisses resurrected
Love and all our biggest dreams.

:: 03-08-2019 ::


t HeGreat est won deful my SteR y

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:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


HIGH THE I HAVE

if have i if i
had high while all
little beauties were
dying i had them all
within just ‘me’
is the beauties that
seem to always be
that most pain.

e.p.robles (c)2019
:: 02/09/2019 ::


the Dearest oF All LoVE

my dearest of all Love the piece of me
weeping when alone silently i pray for
touching and kisses as the mockingbird
sings at the lowest point of night
it is your kindess
the cotton-filled pillow of my
dreams When i am tall and walk
the shadow has you there with me When
you are away There then is the prayer:

“To be strong and solid
to have your strength with me
while i am half of us; that we are whole
is the best of any Love.”

Soon, then maybe, we shall be back
together in our Strength. Of all we cherish
and is the sweetest of any moment ever
remembered. Is love.

:: 02-08-2019 ::


THIS little DEATH

if i am l o n e l y
if now & then i sing praises
of love
of passion
the season must be Spring i like
pink and reds and your lips too
and too tulips when i taste you
Natures most beautiful Flower
there.
By the vally of too passion cries
(thighs) sighs the Aah of
committed expression.

Ah
God
let us die this little Death just now!

:: 02-08-2019 ::


WHEN LOVE Dies

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for

gi
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me

:: 02-08-2019 ::


W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


Distant Storm

MEMORIES are wet streets
reflecting a light

And the distant storm
a table cloth of denial

An edge of coming Winter
razor blades of truth

Endings and beginnings
of wars and songs.

:: 01-24-2019 ::


I AM NOT THE I OF THE WORLD

I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?

A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.

as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.

:: 01-23-2019 ::