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 ::
(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 ::
(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 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
V
i cannot forget but shall forgive
one the mind, the other the heart
and if forget my warmth should you
i gave to you from my heart
please forget I crossed your path
pain is true and love that more
:: 02-08-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed a tear or two
the fields are dry
and the crows cry
scare be that heart
a husk bleached bone
one never owned
it is the end of winter
and I fear your Spring
more than late in coming
:: 02-05-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2011
FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
:: 02-03-2014 ::
[Definition ‘cock‘]
(c) E.P. Robles (2010)
I NEEDED someone
strong to lean upon
so I leaned upon
my solid bare walls
Such held me —
with strength
and did not
cause me pain
So I lean and cry
upon the surface
of those solid walls
and wish to heaven
that my walls
could hug me back
:: 02-03-2014 ::
I made a meal
for you and me
but my plate
was bare
— save the porcelain
— one for you
The truth
of this matter
as surely you may know
— I cannot eat a meal alone
So I watch your plate
and silver fork
and know where
this scene will go
— as my thought wanders
across the big unknown…
Today I placed
a vase of flowers
upon your burial stone
— in the rain
Mourning is the meal I eat alone
::/::
I SAW what I could not touch
beyond the pane of a glass
the distance a mere foot
but the reach beyond doing
Blood thicker than water
they say with a smirk
but I know the meaning
it belies the truth
Such longing is a blade
that cuts beyond the soul
with transgression as insult
a cold silence my shadow
Born into a circle as one
pushed and discarded aside
colors bleed black grey
and red dries with cries
A life review will say
in turmoil, rot and decay
what I could not this day
Express to all who knew
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