Monthly Archives: November 2015
LOVE –> ate me.!
Sell the kids for food
when change is mood
chain the dark inside
my pretty pink box
and how you love to say
‘we don’t know what it means’
Say, you say words by alpha
-betic digits, so again
reap the dark : rape the
dark and how you love to
sing what it means. . .
hear the world and so nice
so nice to chew not knowing
what it means. We can have
smiles we can bury whores
we can vote Jesus we can
demote the bloom of this
acrid world if you know what
if you know what it means
ahh! It we walk with feet
of the ancients we know what
it means and say, it’s to nice
to know to it means — no one
knows but a few so : we can
have a bit more if you drink
ifi you tear the bruise away
and life is so much more
if love ate me i sell the kids
for food when change is a mood
oh! My pretty pink box.
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A wonderful simulation of love
— the hot-blooded woman
who c raves love and bitterness;
does/do-dove flutter wings?
(more and more like voices dying)
and i am so each reason for
love always.
Must be a strange excitable
ritual that shelters fear.
But you, you are simply my
own blindness. Yes, it does,
it remains and keeps me
out of your momentarily ‘IF’
I were invited to attend.
I am so happy to be strangely
excited to be here in your realm
of a Kingdom that hands a heart
(love speaks my life) love
but you are so alone I
should invite you (i deeply
appreciate filling in the gaps)
in uncharted territories and
and i think it would be nice
to go away. . . into the night.
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TOOTH baby teething sucking a thumb
wants to walk to the kitchen to
pull nurturer’s apron string away
it’s more than a feeling falling
a w ay || A 6′ x 5′ cell
angry at all the minions who
gave him a reason to sell his
own life away /\ away i dream
so low so low slow
so low so low slow
so low so low slow
So much i’m feeling
baby steps through penal systems
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
If i could go back i’d bake a cake
if i could go back i’d make a date
if i could go back i’d fake a rape
just an embryo caught in libido
just an eye crossed against life
just an excuse to never feel more
And when lights grow low the smell
of frustration walks down the halls
and i eat the world away in tears
oh low oh low oh low hello so low
oh low oh hello so low!
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AND to meet the One
who’s happiness is
more important
than your own!
I should wish
to meet this ghost
whom everyone talks
about and those
few have seen!
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WHEN i am alone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of life crying. Life give me
the answer of what i am.
When i wait here i hope for
your gentle smile and love
your insides a pleasant
surprise. And soft hair
touches my deepest love,
it’s throbbing!
Then i put on my face
and walk the streets again.
2
I smell you i feel you
then again i write my prose
and my heart closes like a clam
Inside the universe there’s a
soul burning with you
i don’t want to be without you
tick as i tick flowing like time
i embrace your world with eyes
rolled back, a pool in time
3
Come please, forget this world
and jump into my world
when i am a lone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of this life crying.
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Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like golden dreams sticking life
like humming bird’s wings
A bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
— reminds me of you
as June’s garden full
of odours like when sweet
violets sicken. Then will
you think you’re happy?
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I smell your fear like
anyone worthy
cued by truth and
simply too Beautifully
retired through me
and language of tongues
But you are not alone
Sun speak to me strangely
excited to watch souls
squirm and it must be
forwardflung backwardSpinning
a message of hidden souls
so uninvited to top leaps
alone speaking of love like
inwardlyhness but first
know I’m so alone and you
are so uninvited with iron
physics of a universe behind
me…
I don’t think you are learning
that I need a moment to live
learning sleeping with only
several faces and a multitude
of hearts just like me hurting
“how do you sleep how?” her
smiles. Said, “we lovers learn
probably just living-dead”
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BEEN chewing on life-gum bubbles
chasing my cat down the sunset strip
wishing -DAMN! Velcro is a solution
(meow) for purring distractions
Walked tumbled cracked my head
at the bottom of my life-stairs
all because Tazo slept three steps
from the top of my lobotomized
head! Ouch! Pain! Go away.
Saw the sunset upon a orange
eye-lid horizon made of fur
Claws are lightening bolts
and thunder broken hearts
missing the litter box
missing the letters that rock
my miserable lonely heart
My love my hate my feelings
my wanting to love pets
but they have an agenda
and so my cats want to kill me
kill me! Want to kill me
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I wanna love just you
can’t refuse just you
and all night long
I’m eternally with you
cornered always
by your tall corpse
near the weeping willow
I wanna kiss you and
make all the boo-boo’s
just go away tonight
Oh just no smooth way
for the thing
all about you
invested everything
and I wanna give you
the love you been a’
missing so dear I take
your hand and my tears
mellifluous missing you
Use my power to revive
the once blooming love
and you gasp telling me
‘what a love and lover,
I’ve been a’ missing you!’
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She keeps her heart within a beauty spot
she tries to add it to her face and god
sometimes she’s so precise,
covering blemishes and pain:
it’s all the same to love from the 1700s
to the 1900s. A brilliant complexion
of love for death. Ceruse leads you to lose
and smallpox to fight so much to hide!
So, slowly poison yourself with lead-based
cosmetic-beauty and in the meantime
suffer grey hair, dried-out skin, severe
abdominal pain and constipation — so pretty!
Just be yourself!
:: 11012015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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