In my office there is this guy
who can’t keep his hands
off of me; a brush on my leg
a touch upon my shoulder
a hand on my arm; I am
not too sure what repulses
me more — my fascination
of this repulsive feeling or
that he is a man and married
and I, a guy!
05-14-2015 ::
N0W I KNOW
i (s-o) have many dreams
but i don’t have
any plans
& schemes _so i don’t
have hidden anything
mocking misery!
oh iiiiiiiiiiiii
don’t have mystery
SINCE i don’t have
you — youohyou
you_________eating
cr5ying walking across
A’merica trying to find
precipice–> wild ridE!
my Mind is star wars
mind wars sweat -describe
sacred–RIDE: i am higher
than i’ve every BEEN _**&
now i know how i used
wish within symphonies.
:: .06302020 ::
Her faith in love was a drowning fisherman
and the blood upon her lips flowing as a muleta.
But her soul as a hearth with brilliant embers
reaching upward forming a dancing vortex.
and the tears, the flowing tears of her eyes shone
brighter than a granted wish of any heart.
“Sing for me my Soul,
that God believe in me!
–hope, that periscope by inkwell
shall show me the land of my own
people that think as me.
That love as me.”
The thunderous voice of Silence
spoke and so it was and so it is!
:: 04-27-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
I FELL to sleep
with a vision
of you
and embraced
the face
of love like you
Upon the wake
I stared in need
and saw I held
a dream untold
:: 01-27-2014 ::
LOVE my love
never dies
sometimes weak…
But you keep
a fire lit
— between us
In the night
such might
bequeath us
Such delight
the arrow
— of Cupid…
Binds us…
pierced
— as one
Never leave
but believe
such a gift…
rare is love
:: 01/20/2014::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 