(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 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
i release me — my shackles broken
what wondrous bliss running in the fields
the reeds of flowers cutting my heels
such pleasure to feel the pain of freedom
and honey dew sun on that grand horizon
what golden dreams melt across my heart
the free dove flying sideways in blue-sky
i release me my fears — tear soakened
though i realize this dream is fleeting
i drink it with graceful passion dew
and dreams i swim in gentle streams
i am human but just a guise for today
for i have found the key to life’s lock
and i run in my fields of tomorrow’s life
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
a long time ago
a certain place
in a peculiar time
a naive notion
we danced in hand
and cursed the time
that moves across life
two lovers kissed by love
but if i ever live to see
such a love again in life
i will run toward Hades
that fire burns less than you
someone like you so intense
touched me across the land
beyond the surface or air
and grabbed my soul so tight
and you spoke candy words
to this gentle soul inside
i wanted to believe in you
but you decided to lie instead
and if I ever live to see
such a love again in life
I will run toward Hades
such a fire is cooler than you
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
When I left
you tore to shreds
what remained
of our memories
and that touch
you gave to me
I cut into pieces
upon your grave
If I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to warn the devil
and heaven shudders
at my innate power
the angels begging
don’t forsake love
I won’t be able
to match the beauty
of the dead in my heart
if I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to give you
my warning
I will touch your hand
and thaw —
your dead heart
and heaven will sigh relief
there’s no beauty matched
what lives dies today —
and tomorrow lives
another burning day
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
if life would allow me yes
a garden from my heart-soil
would grow beyond sky
yellow-green blades swaying
in step with that hidden song
twirling notes and trumping bass
and lay between smooth thigh
nature scents caressing soul
life hunger betrayed too long
phantasmagoric nature reveal
tulips upon a man vessel bare
undulating passion melting there
if life would allow me yes
a farmer beating plowshare
be toiling in your fields
the harvest of a lifetime
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
WHAT we change
changes us
profound ways
inclined
something better
sometimes bitter
and hindsight —
always knows
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
GENTLY tell me rose petal dew
before the day of light
when doe jump fence from night
— today this I wish I do
that tremor that light your eyes
from spirit to lips and heart
Say those words if unbinding tongue
and forever embrace my fire-love
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
DREAD —
of all the visitors
which rang my heart
on days in slumber
a feeling known apart
This one I choose — away
come another day or —
a kinder spectre can stay
and share a cup of tea
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
when morrow begs heart
in days of fire that pain
be calm for I come
this too shall die
and dreams comfort
too they roll with eye
along the fine line
between insanity
and life’s stable coil
:: 02-20-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
THAT DREAM —
which the sentient being swims
one of fire beyond mortal being
one in bed the other free to roam
I have seen — walked Hades
felt eternal anguish — frozen pain
until spent and then release
upon awake, no residual fear
I am complete, nothing controls
death, life, pain, and regret
left within the pits of hell
:: 02-10-2014 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.