Tag Archives: #pity

July 4, 2020

THE HEART WISHES TO BE HEARD

By EPRobles

THINKING here alone about all those muggy nights
thinking of how much my body haS DONE and this heart
i now call Fear__ haven’t we all done crazy and at times
so lately___
i have more been than once hypnotized & paralyzed
as pinned butterfly : now free to fly away_
//..—..\\ a fortress of never-
realizing pas s i n g eyes & whoYOU
within my most private dreams:
dammit! it’s so late or early
& so sick and tired/i never thing
how what i could and can ever do
if lightning once again strikes me
it’s not what i can do to make you
care or love me: it is what i do when
once again lightning strikes me and
you are not there.// nothing i can do
to make you hear me or be loved by
YOU. So, sorry seems to be the littlest
word.

:: 07.03.2020 ::

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March 18, 2014

LIPSTICK MAGIC SMILE

By EPRobles

stone monolith cry
shaped like humans
they wept boulders
and Earth below
shakes tremor love
oh, think twice
what paradise lost
it’s another day
and we all cry

I am a loser girl
and you are lonely
and we cry same tears
think twice today
we are humans living
in a stone paradise
glass towers empty
and fake smiles too
what heat love heart
a clover in fields

maybe we shed cover
and clovers beloved
and you call out
to the crying clown
he gives you balloon
and that smile drawn
is it you or a dream

Do we cry for paradise
or a chance to love
and what can we say
lipstick magic smile
for a day in paradise
what can we sing girl
just another day
in our dreams or chance
I choose to believe

I believe in love
and life and dreams
and fantasy beyond
what flesh-blood
believes in paradise
just a man in a street
and the cold makes
me believe in warm love

:: 03-17-2014 ::

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February 4, 2014

PARENTAL ABSENCE

By EPRobles

the face of a future
(c) E.P. Robles 2011

FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me

What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed

And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away

You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —

Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you

Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock

So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart

:: 02-03-2014 ::

[Definition ‘cock‘]

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