Monthly Archives: September 2020
AT times as now
i happen to be tired
of being a man.
so fashionably sensible
entering tailor shops
or movie theaters
; the weather tearing me
apart, an impenetrable,
i hide under the wings
of a swan; smoking my
cigars and talking over
the murmur of the rain’s
philosophy.
i happen to be tired
of my feet and my face —
it’s always the same.
some have said i am the mysterious
one with the hair of a god/not me\
so this is my heart bleeding
before you — upon my knees
-[death would be lovely i imagine]
to be brilliant i need to run down
the streets with a sexy knife screaming
how i love Mozart: shouting until
i freeze to death. But with my
dark eyes and hidden heart: poetry
or eyeglasses, and elevators.
life is breaking my heart.
Nevertheless i am delighted
to awaken ghosts and lost loved ones;
to slay a priest or his nun with my
veins — to walk through churches
or crawl through orthopedic shops,
and the world of foolish games.
the dove of love is filled
with spilt blood and deep tears.
:: 09.21.2020 ::
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TIME fell before my aching feet:
that i know little is more than
most who think they know all;
i watched time squirm before
me as a puddle of water —
i saw her dress make sounds,
silent before a breeze toward
trees.
i wept as a dew against
moist violets, as nature does;
and saw time die before me.
her greatest hand was sharp
dampness of a violet leaf
that cut my heart within approaching
exasperated winter hunger.
today i met space who cried;
having lost his best friend
called time his tongue was pale
searching for dead bodies and
broken teeth.
:: 09.21.2020 ::
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DEATH sheltered upon the spit of dying souls;
sun and heat a giant cat with one flat foot
upon a devil’s wing — the homosexual and
amorous spirits that cross a garden in dead
of night make scary sounds.
my throat an elevator from heaven descending
toward hell with every swallow; my non-
existent ring upon a broken finger as throbbing
sexual oysters.
to smell the clean spirit of angels are as hanging
clothes upon a clothesline within a Spring’s breeze.
:: 09.21.2020 ::
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i act as the poet this night, this time for a Soul with empty stares. Without
melancholy or extermination, of a broken home with distance mother and father —
believing not knowing that bitter Souls have separated hearts. Time grows me
older but not my skin nor flesh — bride — we dream within pride!
others grow death through disease. So we hard harder toward the feast of Paradise.
Where did she go wrong/ hey! mother! Father! come back! i’m trying!
hey! Mother! Father! dreamer i commend my light to her dark star,
for family.
Nature so stretched out. Two oiled
lamps with the gentle flame of her flesh.
I watched over bleched bones and
the clothes of the once impregnated
with seminnoctural material.
Withing this historic way my bones
and flesh acquired a great thought
of preponderance in my loving
and forever living intentions:
do you not know I write of you
;those in the future.
it’s heavenly.
believe.
:: 09.20.2020 ::
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SWEET falling light of a waning day /tomorrows\
to dream of a Life over pain
crushed by distance and time — you come to
show me : near or far and wherever we are
the heart follows & once again we find our
hearts closer now.
Tears fall and fears break minds
so love is Love when Love is with you
and i hold you again
Once…near and more so far in time
once more you open hope and find me
here.
Oh! Nothing i fear! That i know
love wins over thoughts and flesh and
time! Forever this way we are together
within entwined hearts.
near—far; wherever love falls i believe
the heart follows & we go on — forever.
:: 09.20.2020 ::
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i wish to look out upon a summer’s day
with you and me to catch colors and chills
& how i suffered for my sanity to catch swirling clouds
of bright blues and summer haze
i will paint a pallet dark & gray
watching shadows upon the hills
now i know what my heart tried to say
to me — i did not listen then but now
those colors of changing hue
and mornings of weathered faces
and lines of pain and now i understand
that while within a revere i was lost
//i caught a breeze and winter chill\\
you listen now? under flaming flowers
perhaps now? love listens now when i
stood alone upon a pier and watched
these beautiful stars tonight — i
watch the world and the strange souls i met;
like crushed beneath virgin soil and shall
they listen now?
Love gives much toward hope.
:: 08.20.2020 ::
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WHERE are my poets? I wish to play
a game known as, “Exquisite corpse.”
It also goes by, “Cadavre exquis.”
We should collectively gather
our words and images so lovely.
I cleaned my parlour for this game,
and have wine and foods for all!
Let our hearts and souls gather!
:: 08-30-2014 ::
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The royal lover in colors comes this way today,
with sweets and cool kisses
by widened streets; swept clearly away
by preceding reputation.
Oh mother what nature!
Your pallet bleeds my soul
and brush HeartStrokes
across my passionSpirit!
:: 09-13-2014 ::
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\W H I L E we fall deeply into Life as towers
falling high
with hope of love and sugar emotions
angels behind following our trail of spirit
you and me belong to us at the height of
golden days underneath silver rain and timeless
— extensive nights and days of suddenly heard.
look and we see –> a great dampness
of soft silky memories while time burns our
skin and memories.
A serenade of Life.
:: 09.19.2020 ::
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IF i see you next to never
that hour is mine
for ever that it takes,
thinking, burying thoughts
that spring forth in soil
by long fields of tulips.
at times i get up late
other times early while
i untangle time within
my lost mind — the golden
gulp of sadness swallowed.
my rage is sad smoothing
the waves of all oceans.
my thin body stretched
towards the sky.
helicopter petals of
all brilliant colors
swirl upon my head;
at these times no less
than happy hours of bliss
and kisses.
there is no reason for
love other than love.
it has been the best merger
of words and emotions
scarcely beginning upon your
lips.
:: 09.19.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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