We danced upon a whim
Two strangers entranced
the night a culprit for us
but moon enticed us too
and your hands were porcelain
My demure a portrait of civility
But within my fire I raged dear
just a chance to fall for you
I did — second measure first refrain
footsteps across the marble
and timeless epochs followed
no Romeo or Juliet knows
this tender night given by Grace
not of pain or lost no not at all
it is a gentle promise from the heart
:: 03-20-2014 ::
in my mystery costume
i show no face but dare
your smile to show and care
and in the middle of a song
let’s dance and kiss-tell
and closer we go-beyond
a hot line no other dare
sherbet tongue-taste
my-cherry-lips crusted
a soda fountain flood
consumes my lust-river
and marshmallows float
we bite to save our souls
:: 03/18/2014 ::
IT’S SO HEAVY
all spines break
and cities too
politics cave —
religions too
the mud ups all
and the water
buries memories too
starlight dims
skies and clouds too
i am revealer ma’am
and for you sir’s too
not Death — he is immature
but Me — I am the ONE
love and hate me too
Too…you…boo…cry
no such thing as fair
only pure light unbear
beyond grey matter too
i-love-too-you-boo-you
come to me my mirage
back into my box-cage
let us begin again
and make mistakes right
REPLAY TODAY LIKE A DREAM
:: 03-17-2014 ::
MANY years since the fancy floor
where feet dance and swish
and body gyrate with lights
eye contact delivers target zone
and blood boil-heart drones
I want to meet that woman
who can keep up with me
and groove and slice the night
and have some left for the bed
:: 03-17-2014 ::
my river called Mystic —
creativity bends
that human creature
drinks the waters
abnormally —
inhumanly sensitive
truly my category
not alive am i
unless creating
:: 03-17-2014 ::
terminus across my soul
a movement
compressed
the light is ancient
and I am old
what power say you
devoid of youth like
father time — eons ago
the vagabond
begs more
No! No! No! — pleading
be gone this illusion
a single note slicing
passion between notice
We are not who we are
who we be
not what thing
that creeps between —
our
divine dreams
:: 03-17-2014 ::
(c) 2013 E.P. Robles
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for a man
and the council
those pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak near
the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along tomorrow
today the gift is given
softly we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
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