Tag Archives: #sorrow

PHANTASMAGORIA — To Be Alone

there below the last of her
b r o k en h e ART
spread a love that soothed
a secret sorrow!
with life a most inconsiderate
partner of grit, emotion,
and sweat she bit,
punched and screamed,
“If you’d leave me
alone please!”

:: 03-29-2017 ::


LACRIME DI DOLORE

LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)

oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear

Always will be for me!

:: 02-10-2017 ::


THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN

MY feet are wasted
i have relieved myself
upon them.

In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days

My youthful dreams
that i knew close the crypt
upon the somber skies

And the Book of My Life
have many torn pages
just pulp scars of living

actually all by the power
of love fallen so it’s
me i’m writing of

you can take me to a place
called hell i have a hat
hanging on it’s wall

So then, my expansive unknown
always be! That we all
can dream a dream
and eventually meet the day
we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones
lament on such a beautiful day
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rev: 03.03.2016


THE THORN IS BEAUTIFUL

THE thorn is beautiful
so today i touched my soul
so focused upon my pain
and my eyes are
looking to hurt myself
to see if i still
feel the tick-tock
of time: and EveryThing
is familiar ~
i tried to ease the beating
of my heart
oh, i remember everything
and if i said everyone
is a thrum -?beating joy
and all the pain i’ve
thrown your way makes
me hurt –~ and i say,
‘my sweetest memory
and i see how you
and me were/the never-
BE cause i let you down
and so i say the Thorn
is Beautiful.

:: 07-10-2015 ::


I KNEW THESE WORDS

Being of unsound mind
and confound-heart
i knew these words
before they met:
between sunrise and sunset
a mind i once knew left
and then the heart
that, “why must love burn
when sorrow comes today?”
and now we are me and i
nothing but just the soft
fading ember of life!

:: 07-05-2015 ::


FEELING TELLING DYING YELLING

FEELING  telling DYing yelling
screaming painful words my love
I should banish my tongue dear
The world and love would praise this
feat I cannot bear
;I am the fear
that adores you
The hidden heart
of a broken soul
So love me and
especially hate
the little spot
I possess called
fear;  I kiss you
a million hearts
//my enduring lover

:: 06-20-2015 ::


I AM NEVER WAS

my dear friend
(i did not wish
for you to read this)
my dear soul
i wrote to you
a silent poem
erased by fear
(and time revealed)
my fears of love
that i did not wish
my poems to become
the cheapened gifts
of royalty or life
I only wrote to you
the dearest soul
of common life.
but now the rich
seek to buy my soul!

:: 02-27-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – 079

Such fair weather
what storm-burst!
Where caressing
heat-touch brilliant
morning sun each light
drenched step —
Warring showers within
the beautiful sorrow!
On a blue sky mourning
my bruised heart singing
songs-bluejay melodies

:: 06-20-2014 ::


WHAT’S INSIDE

Image
(c) E.P. Robles

LITTLE child come inside
the cold will freeze you
and your soul will turn
to that ice that burns

but mama what’s inside
is worse than the cold
what’s inside will kill
my tender little soul

so i walk the sidewalks
and my tears melt ice
and my soul a little boy

loneliness is a pain
that follows sorrow
and i pray for tomorrows

let burn my swollen tears
inside a wintry life
and what i see i cry
and what sounds — kill me

oh i am just a boy
but my soul so ancient
and the wrinkles smile
they say oh lonely one

time alone is good
it heals the heart
and you are never alone
your angel walks with you

:: 04-04-2014 ::


LIFE’S STABLE COIL

Image
(c) E.P. Robles 2013

when morrow begs heart
in days of fire that pain
be calm for I come
this too shall die
and dreams comfort
too they roll with eye
along the fine line
between insanity
and life’s stable coil

:: 02-20-2014 ::