ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +
:: 07-03-2015 ::
i am clearly mistaken
wishing this band of machines
trumping biologically through
my yard: the wild weeds would
meekly go-away!
the busily buzzing infestation
(within my heart) not aphid
but army-worm and fire ant!
And my woody areas: grassy
smile assaulted by chigger-
bugger biggers than chinchbug!
But grasshoppers invited to
my home! The SpringLegged
leaping thoughts of green-
beauty ~~~~~~~~~~ i
wish to jump as high in life!
:: 07-03-2015 ::
…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
AND sometimes i will not
ever be that for you
If staring at me you will
see life round-tightly my
eyes ; a driver called
‘misfortune’ watching its
meter as i stare out the
mobile cave upon vibrating
cilium realizing your heart
is shaped paramecium!
The interesting unicellular
ciliated protozoa lover
– a predator-prey love!
:: 07-03-2015 ::
AND so the lonely road going
nowhere to-ever and through whistling
a love ballad badly through loose teeth
meant anything behind the wheel
my heart grips it tightly like the aching
need of a lost lover who made me coffee
in morning before sunshine was
swept beneath lying carpets
did i tell you? especially when you
made me popcorn perfectly
the many smallBIGs of what i lost
:: 07-03-2015 ::
My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smile
that hides with expectations
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion
larger
shrinking)
dearest love
Perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
a bluejay egg within my
throat!
:: 07-03-2015 ::
It is so long since i have felt
summer and smiles
with rolling wheels upon
pondering dreams when
was is more than then
the What/Is my own
mystery lost to the Ages
so long since I have
been
someone to love
with warm heart
what is never meant
can sometimes be
you and me
:: 07-03-2015 ::
WHEN i move i give most sincerely
all sweet attention to you
the great beast of Time is empirical
watching hearts and so i move
just for love
and only you
and the criminals called moments
steal seconds just for love;
they know you
because i am their inmate
in this cell called ‘life’
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
MISIDENTIFIED
Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.
Who’s bringing the beer?
“Jesus”
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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