Tag Archives: #romance

WHAT IS LOVE

There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?

My power and my pleasure;  an addiction…

So “God is here, with you, and in you.”
 There is a supreme and infinite pleasure that fills your heart.
Some languages of love will only permit love as a verb or simply a noun.

You are part of everything; you are not separate from anything.

Everything is part of you; you are part of everything; you are not
separate from anything.

So, i am and should fall large and in light that you shine,
can you see me?  So baby, I compare you to a kiss from a dream
i live every day.  

You may feel your experience of the world is disjunctive – somehow
disconnected. What is the actual nature of our existence? Is it
static, or in constant flux?

Maybe that is just your individual perception.

But we can try to figure it out by seeing how things affect us

  • and how we can do that.

This path we choose is about learning how to communicate effectively
with what we find, giving it meaning, and acting in ways that contribute.
If we are engaged in the pursuit of love in a real, open and collaborative way,
we can witness how relationships change and grow.

We may start with a story, but we are essentially learning how to be a partner.
We can see in our interactions how we are unbalanced, not yet aware that we need to change.
Over time, we discover what we are trying to hide, and begin to open up in our relationships.

The inner change begins with our hearts!

:: 01.06.2021 ::


FOURTEEN

i wish I had more time and opportunity to explain my disgust to your rust-stained sarcophagus. To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.

Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth to your rust-stained sarcophagus!

To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.

Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth and your heart could only love the person who feeds it for nourishment — is a difficult task; so you resorted to Cupid’s slingshot!
But here’s an alternative: follow my heart down the garden path, until my sticky feet block the entrance of Cupid’s grave.

Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.

Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.

Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.
Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.
Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the paint bucket and I will lay it on a canvas of life

It was exactly 14 days since you told me you left the store early.
14 dreary days and I do not think you’ve been here once (not that I
would blame you for believing it).

14 days since I was mean to you, and then you said you’d be back
by 14.

:: 12.24.2020 ::


WHAT DOES ANY LIVING THING WISH FOR?

IF i see you next to never
  that hour is mine
for ever that it takes,
thinking, burying thoughts
that spring forth in soil
by long fields of tulips.
  at times i get up late
other times early while
i untangle time within
my lost mind — the golden
gulp of sadness swallowed.
  my rage is sad smoothing
the waves of all oceans.
my thin body stretched
towards the sky.
 helicopter petals of
all brilliant colors
swirl upon my head;
at these times no less
than happy hours of bliss
and kisses.
    there is no reason for
love other than love.
it has been the best merger
of words and emotions
scarcely beginning upon your
lips.

:: 09.19.2020 ::


THIS POET WROTE:

THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::


CRYSTAL

Upon the rim of my eyelids look for Love,
not within the pocket that contain value,
not within the title of means, dear.

When first love comes it comes early
not within flesh but within Spirit
when first love comes it comes late

Not within dreams but within You
and all of you and your heart that
knocks upon the gate of a garden
whose fountain begins to splash!

:: 01-28-2019 ::
E.P.ROBLES (c) 2019


THE SILVER LEGEND

TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.

Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.

So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.

no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


LOVE IS A BLOOMING FLOWER

I am (my love is) love
as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.

I love you.

:: 11132015 ::


THAT TODAY IN MY HEART

THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion

Pain obscures light.

Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.

Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.

Love can never die.

And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise

So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.

:: 11-02-2018 ::


BY STARS & TULIPS

WHILE words choke when love

for you springs my heart

hush gentle hammer-beat!

Mind full as splash-colored

Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!

My beloved dearest one.

There across the creek

below the Oak by the root

tulips and stars two lips

as ours — the precious time!

The secrets so sweet as the

twinkle within your

eye my loveliest one!

From one to two now three!

:: 09-16-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – L

(Chopin’s Ghost)

THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road

Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down

My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear

Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go

:: 04-28-2014 ::