i spoke love when she stirred
benign; honey bled through shades
at eleven o’clock so spake i gently
of her
And all of her breath i am painted in color
of pinks and death lily-like white,snow
defamed; disgraced her youth my mistaken
footfall in time
we are unraveling beauty like storm-
clouds bursting –feeding fields
instead of hearts and sympathetic
: the LORD is a stronghold for the
oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble
(Psalms 9:9)
:: 07-27-2015 ::
Oh Father give me patience
let me dream in love
and if someday clouds
part away let my heart
be near the sun
Amen.
And Father i have pain
it gives me feet to move
across today
and whose castle walls
weep as doves fly above
let me move my eyes
there where i should
forgive the debt of life my Lord!
Smaller than the period
at the end of this
sentence.
Amen
:: 07-27-2015 ::
ooh so lovely
ahhh lovely
we push away
to grab love
and hear
the winds
rushing away
ooh so lovely
aah lovely
we pull
two hearts
together because
we’re love and
the world is
so aah oh aah
it blows my mind
because we’re living
in sound
ooh, aah, i see
how we know and feel
nothing it’s all around
ooh so lovely
ahh lovely
because i’m in love
with you
::
i am epitome of insanity
it seems far away and so
gentle now as no shadows
fall from the skies for now
i was ill today but then
again i am not too ill
i am fine
today was the greatest day
the woman dressed in red
sitting in Merlot’s Place
silently threw-up a kiss
and i bought her drink!
and…
a heart pattered-flipped,
splattered painting the joint
in reds and yellow flowers
and the bartender sang,
“lasciate che questo posto
sia pieno di amore!
Yes! Let this place be
full of love!
so who is craziest?
the lonely one?
or one as me! Who
dares to touch all
hearts in life!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
the little wasAS_me soul
dancing so obliviously
into a tent i walked within
at birth as ‘me’ and unbelimished
i strolled, head high and heart
on fire! oh, the little wasAS_me
so learnt what life is and as
i was i become so much more;
the big isAS_my soul 😉
steadily walking sometimes
crawling but always forward
i must always have air!
for the air are breasts
two-apart by the space between
my heart! it is all of art
i live for!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within
we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings
this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower
there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:
not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
why not human? oh why?
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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