DARLING light whose gentlest touch
might by brightest light guide
my love of life upon this night
Guide my trust
Guide if must
And forgive the rest of my weakest
traits within those hands called fate
My Darling Light that lives
and dwells within my Soul and Spirit
And saves me this night
Save my trust
Save if must
by gentlest touch this night
:: 09-30-2018 ::
IT rained ruinously down the streets went the
raging day’s temperament
The dog’s barking and snapping at the droplets
of regretful tears that grew into monstrously
huge violence
A hailed cab stood no chance and a failed
businessman took his clothes off and dove
headfirst into the gutter of despair
The young mother with her stroller hoisted
her sails and allowed squally wind to
pacify the cute cuddly cherub
\no other thing existed. The world
was all empty pending the eleven o’clock
news./
Unpredictable — as is nature.
:: 09-29-2018 ::
INVISIBLE and broken
are we
unknown to our own kind
are we
indefensible and ruined
are we
Our life is mystery
Our life is heartbreak
Our life is evil
Our life is worst off
together
so broken
and shameless
No heartbeat between us
divided between day & night
gazing from the gutter
of a private dark heaven
is our life
Getting closer to god
Getting closer to life
Getting closer to meaning
it will never be
it can never be
forever stalking
those unlike you and me
We are the creatures
of the Night.
:: 09-29-2018 ::
these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit
these emotions swimming
indecision is winning
help me —
i’ve got no mission
help me —
i’m full of rivets
i’m all broke within
my insides
these thoughts crawling
further away from god
you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die
help me —
i’m waking up drowning
help me —
i’m too complicated
And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit
:: 09-28-2018 ::
“i” is Atlas holding up the World.
A permission granted by the writer
of letters.
And ‘i’ never shrugs as it does not
have the writer’s license to do so.
For if it did the mnemonic rule of
‘i before E, except after C’ could
not exist.
Weird! <–very weird!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
Holy is the feeling of you with me
marching through life with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time
but all these feelings of mine
allow me to cure pain
to endure the bite of my Mind
When you’re with me
beside me and not
against life you’re
with me /. Marching through Life
with this heartbreak called RUIN.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart —
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by thoughts
whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
LIGHT MY CIGARETTE WHILE I CUT MY WRISTS
absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
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