(c) E.P. Robles 2012
mirror mimic me
show me shadow
perfection glass
give me lies…
mind me mirror
speak easy
flowers —
mist of perfume
tonight is sin
tomorrow beg
grace above —
who forgives
time burns
my flesh young
plans in plans
i trick you…
twisting fate
upon my finger
command you —
with my power
tonight I dance
sing and kiss
tomorrow wake
put on my face
:: 02-06-2014 ::
strong pain
gentle love
anger gained
flesh burned
lust served
angel or devil
what be your name
something to hold
the chasm is deep
give me a bone
Sun kisses
skin and hair
and moon —
stabs man-flesh
fang and talon
bent knee upon
bone-flesh altar
you rule all
giver of life
take what you want
:: 02-06-2014 ::
i had a date
once a while ago
and we drank
and smoked
and ran the talk
in the end
she said
you’re f*cking crazy
so we left
and the road
sucked us up
and I fled
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below the dirt
and found a gem
a crystal skull
full of hope
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
my self-similar self
nestled within myself
so similar to someone
who resembles myself
such fecal fractal
maddening crap
prevents me so
I may never learn
where lay my soul
:: 02-06-2014 ::
THE sweetest love
my love —
passion in part
a sprinkling sorrow
a taste of lust
a dash of fear
mixed with blood
sweat and tear
Such a recipe
life-delicious
:: 02-05-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SCORNED for beauty
that mark of desire
a sentence served
until old age reprieve
To carry this burden
unjust for those
The only crime committed
— at birth
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
LITTLE voice speak to me
refrain not from truth
gently whisper what’s to be
I have no other council
save the trees that sway-speak
or mocking birds who sing
My mouth shut and heart open
and do walk in my forest light
Here upon this grand rock
I patiently wait for your wisdom
so speak to me as I will listen
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHERE is that grand thing
so elusive the unicorn doubts
and rainbow would walk in arch
and bee turn blood to honey
if it come to visit one day
Love eludes me my gentle one
delay your departure my heart
Faith is my rock and I hold it
it’s weight too heavy to move
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
WHAT do I miss of the older time
before the buzz and dizzy busy?
A quaint moment throughout the day
one of clarity and not dismay
When a walk meant a conversation
between my feet and cobblestone
And a tip of my hat to passerby
was just a kind and noble gesture
What do I miss of the older time…
a sense of sanity and kind humanity
:: 02-06-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
LISTEN to the radio on the AM dial
what you hear isn’t prefab noise
but the crackle of creative past
You say the past is fogey old
but the juice was sweet and new
and gave us the best of music
Good-chu-ku-ku-ku
didn’t you know
Dickinsonian cool
I sit on a Monet stroke
swimming in the Lillie’s
a bridge in the willows
What we wish catching
a filament on a egg shell
and you’re crying
Boo-hoo-a-hoo!
We all want to sleep
but the pea is a giant
and the princess is dancing
I’m crying
so sore thigh
bruised from love
:: 02-04-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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