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 ::
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 ::
(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 ::
(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 ::
(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 ::
WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
WHAT slanders the sun
that makes it fall
a settling of debt
paid by all
Her brilliance gone
but save the moon
within seeping cold
at night repent
:: 01-30-2014 ::
WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
HOW we fear the judgment
upon death so near
The fear of sin
weighed against
eternal life
But through death
arrested is sin
for the dead
cannot sin!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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