Persona non grata —
I sang beneath
the moonlight sonata
a ghost finger touched
a quiver — semi-tone note
my soul did concave
beneath that haunting
longing aching spirit
So persona non grata
my coattail in winter snow
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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PERSONA NON GRATA
A EMPTY HOUR
So you have faced adversity too
and sometimes life’s just so cruel
and people can help or let you drown
sometimes they stand and watch
while you wither away internally
But when the rain comes down
and there’s no doubt the pain —
is your deepest sorrow
just remember I’m here for you
a golden friend of the heart
and my soul is here and true
for you I would do anything
so listen to me now —
life is nothing more than love
and anything less is an empty hour
:: 02-25-2014 ::
TIME MARCHED BACKWARDS
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MY life passed me by
backwards it walked
never looking behind
I knew it’s path before
to follow was my desire
but time restrained myself
A witness was all my role
to see mistakes, nothing more
the reversal of misfortune
a pittance of late wisdom
:: 02-26-2014 ::
GREAT FORGIVENESS GIVEN
I — caught in a discreet position this day
but the gods of lovely forgiveness
sang to me a tune in your voice
it was pink in nature — eloquent touch
and those eyes forgave in rich measure
a price that my life could never repay
what to say to that light that gives
a space between the shadows i walk
my love you are a dream that lives
and i am a dark spot you light my love
there are more than seven wonders
this life i live speaks of an eighth
let my humble love be enough for you
that your heart might ache no more
:: 02-25-2014 ::
CONFIDENCE BE MY STEP
CONFIDENCE BE MY STEP
Stand in grace and steadfast resolve
a staircase descending below two feet
what wonders give each step you take
a dream taken that stride sure-fast
living now forgiving past indecision
that pocket full of fire touchstone
breathe easy for you may catch-fire
and trails of lust behind shadows
falling desires singing in choir
life loves confidence riding life
:: 02-25-2014 ::
YOUR TOUCH IS IVORY LOVE
When the morning comes I see you
through a window shines the sun
and your touch is ivory love
And the angels bring to us
a song that heaven sings to me
nothing better than what you are
I want nothing more than your love
and living in a world of sorry fools
I can smile and give my best girl
It’s when I feel you within my arms
that summer breeze and love softly
Such a love so deeply there I feel
and nothing can break us down
and they will all let us be girl
because I believe in you forever
that light in the deepest darkest night
and you may not think I care for you
but you know deep down inside I really do
:: 02-25-2014 ::
WHITECAPPING SLAPPING PASSION
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AND that smooth move between my thoughts
a silky maneuver like satin sheets
bringing closure to a hot filled night
teasing glances below the limelight
the dance floor buzzing firefly lights
And here you are majesty in crown
my throne bows below the bow
and the sails are full of hot wind
sailing across the sea of love
my rudderless passion bound for land
A shipwreck is all I desire lover
just a spot in the tropics girl
coconuts, sand, flesh and you
whitecapping slapping passion waves
kissing starfish licking shells in you
:: 02-25-2014 ::
SUGARCANE
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The cane-fields were thick and tall but the summer’s sun much higher.
We ran through those paths between the green rows of sweetness
and the laughter of your voice made the sugarcane that much sweeter.
I cut down a stalk at the risk of some farmer finding out and made a flute
and we danced on the riverbank of the Mighty Mississippi that day.
You told me to follow my dreams whatever they might become but I said
I only had one dream and it had come true that day. We were 13 and
I moved on but you died the following week.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
OUT THE WINDOW
That easy rhythmic sound is what i need,
a swing beat in jazz to touch and feel.
So I do my best to stay one foot ahead
of those lazy-crazy slices of falling time
of which some are stuck in the inferno trees
outside my window. A hellish wind fans them
but I rely upon Count Basie to sooth it all out
and I won’t look out the window anymore.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
SLEEP AWAKE SLEEPING
IT is not the chosen:
those words of symbolic
perturbations dwelling
deeply within the folds
of your animal minds
but the evocation
of emotional spirit
that compels the tear
or reaction of the sublime
:: 02-24-2014 ::
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