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(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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WATCH the busy as the doers spend
caught in life the prey in web
diligently doing the doers deed
comes the spinner spinning
until the end silvery spun death
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
JOY has wings that soar above
in tender ceiling caressing
those offending feelings
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2010
WHY is life that tender thing
so fragile such like a butterfly
easy to sway with a gentle breeze
or to crush with just a thought
Struggles required for survival
but surviving is life with pain?
What if I were a wolf in a pack
Now there is a life to live
But physically such I am not
emotionally more like a brook
soothing warm waters across my heart
or the bird that sings to skies
Surely I feel the daggers and pain
today I praise that Tender Thing
:: 02-03-2014 ::
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MY DEAR daughter who brought me back
from the precipice of cold death
I was there to bring you forth
from womb to a world so cold in heart
I am remiss to express this fact
— you were already there with me
My love is defined by your grace
and I have learned in my flesh
what you taught me from beyond
I say to you — I love you
and forever will be there
hand in hand–heart in heart
:: 02-01-2014 ::
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THE VOID began its journey
before the Word spoke
and into light one begat the other
a universal echo of laughter
Our stage is not one alone
but a platform for a world
of souls here and beyond
Attentively they watch the play
so learn your words my dear
the performance of a lifetime
that we may give the audience
that which it has paid in full
:: 02-01-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
Girlfriend blues
I trust in you
Such deep blue eyes
you lose me in you
I don’t listen to what they say
what muse cannot save the day
girlfriend blues…
I trust in you
Crying but mother doesn’t hear
a sure sign I’m no longer a boy
What stranger seeks the sun
only to find a burning moon
I’m so lost…
in your blues
My girlfriend blues
so much trust in you
your woman charms
my primal root
I trust in you
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today
Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart
You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know
My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry
My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
IN the washed moonlit night
beneath an ancient oak
there I lay my head
upon your soft shoulder
and I praise the moment
and the angels sing for us
Yes I yearn for you
I yearn for you
throughout my days
I yearn for you
You and I are lovers
and tonight we burn
each others flame
through our touch we learn
— two worlds spinning
into a brilliant orbit
such hearts never sinning
And I yearn for you
I yearn for you
my passion burns
I burn for you
Your parasol cannot shade
such an inferno like my heart
more than Dante’s journey
one that fuels such flames
The evening stars may fall
but each one onto my heart
Yes I yearn for you
and my heart burns
such souls yearning
will always have a flame
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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