One Earth one people
One chance Once choice
We are living
We are dying
So many heads
hanging lowly
hearts beating
for families
Guns, bombs,
atoms, dust
fire and death
Inside
decayed
life
All the lying
All the fear
All the failure
So mistaken
not ever knowing
we are all family
:: 03.20.2024 ::
i gave you a thought // of how lovely are you
i tell you how much i felt apart:
from secrets of you and my own heart too.
Dawn must always recur
to touch fingers finding meaning
placing puzzle pieces in locked spaces.
i tell you how lovely you are & how much
i placed you inside within my secrets — oh how
i ran in circles to tear me apart.
You tell me secrets and i ask questions oh how
erasing blindness from an eye inflamed by hearts
— who says it easy:
// by ignorant thoughts \
i was just guessing and how equations meet
meaning as love haunts souls there is no
reason within physical science — no one says
they love depserate conclusions of the dark
so we work within circles
so we run within circles
so we part between heart and soul
no one said it’d be this hard.
so life takes us back to the start
to rewind Life.
I placed puzzles and pieces together
and wrote numbers and science to haunt me
and felt how time whispered how it is not easy
so i find myself oh myself finding myself
going back to my heart.
ooh yes. back to the start.
:: 02.01.2021 ::
It stings when you press that dreary little thing,
Meant for single use, then dismissal’s ring
But where to dispose? In the bin, my true confidant,
My bashfulness, caress its gentle font.
Only five moons behind, she’s been, you see,
Though in bed we haven’t been for a week, not we.
A meal per day, just one, I say,
And my heart’s made mine in its own way.
Someone afore has whispered Aurora Borealis,
Bound in chains, Sam found her, cold as ice’s chalice.
Merely five weeks delayed, yet no date I’ve met,
Forever, forever, my fate is set.
I yearn for more, more chances to perceive,
To lessen the burden that I must receive.
On my, on my, ah, on my, um, um, head,
Diversity blooms if we had a G-I-T, it’s said.
Geeks in town, oh, Dave, let’s make it right,
(Girls In Trouble) brings a humorous light.
G-I-C, perhaps, with Charvels gleam,
Nay, G-W-C, ah, but it feels like a dream.
Time spent in futility, we waste away,
One more solo, come, let’s sway.
Yes, yes, you’re the one, the sole source,
To cleanse the strip, let the past divorce.
As if alcohol flowed, rubbing and pure,
Ignited the strip, made the hair endure.
Then Perry Ellis swept, with silk so grand,
Erecting a city, as if by magic’s hand.
She’s only five weeks late!
And my sperm lost it’s way.
wish i had another chance
but i just write my poetry.
:: 05.19.2024 ::
LOVE me — drain dreams
of kids who lost love___
whip dogs snarling
who you feed with a hand
when your mood changes
whip the woman who loves you
you’re sick and can’t help it
now you walk in society
and people smell your sickness
Hmm. Hmm.
smells like wet leather
God asks, “what are you?”
You say, “a dangerous whore“
and where i am walking steps
counting my seconds and laughing
cause the world is sick like me…
yeah.
We ask for more — not me, not you
but them ; those mourners
who hate life like a service
beating a drum — crushing my skull
ooh, like my mind going numb
and we sing the same song
between the spaces of silence
sound of Heaven as a bell.
SHE wanted a party
so monsters came
they drank and smoked
and laughed for days
She took out the garbage
I saw her — she was 95
pounds and looked smaller
than a thought of life
They tied her up!
I heard inside my small room
they took her away
then started raping her
I left my room and went
into the evil things
they were doing
angry men threw me away
Against the wall
and took my neck
“let us have fun
and you’ll live”
I passed out_____
against the wall
where my blood painted
depression and horror.
Waking up, i took her
virginian slims cigarette
and smoked one and never
was the same.
Then a few days later a bright
light came into my room
and i saw something outside
my window ~~ something not us
:: 03.19.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 