EVEN the Almighty
surprises Divinity
for His creation
is uncontrolled
and as all great artists…
have no boundaries
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CREATION
NOT WITH A GRAND PLAN
IT began not
with a grand plan
but within a fit
of utter despair
and the fury
of God-Light
consumed nothing
but gave all love
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CLOUDS MOVE ME
What sullen blues and grays
cascade across my sphere
such melancholy soothes
despair within my dream
What life I seek is within you
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MY WALK
OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone
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EMPTY FIELD OF BONES
Please learn this lesson love
sometimes a strong heart
should not live too long
Admirable love of strength
when battles are won
Look across the field
many die that fight for life
But your soul remains so
beyond any you love
or know — alone are you
An empty field of bones
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MOVEMENT
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
MOVEMENT
Movement
that tryst
between
fear life
souls
grow flee
life’s
do die
light
burn bright
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A SEPARATION BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
I despise my skin
the body within —
clothes that dispose
a shadow of myself
What awake human
could love this state
the separation between
heaven and hell
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CONSUME ME
AND I would allow you
to consume what I am
that you are fed
the truth of life
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A HEAVEN
Should I skip a tulip upon
the face of death so elegantly
the horror or pleasure being
release of state or satisfaction
that tethers are cut to flow
above the skies of blue release
Human flesh I sing-weep for you
the perfection incased in beauty
Lower lips cascading tear-love
most souls sweep into the sea
but your love floats a heaven
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