THE long arm of love
will find you —
no matter how many
crimes of hearts
you’ve committed!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
CRIMINAL LOVER
PUBLISHING HOUSE FOOLS
i stood and cried // laughed inside
for the poets // who ride inside
the mindset of publishing
fools who know // nothing but
marketing tools and check their
flies — Fridays
Mercy!
I stood my heart upon a table so wide
and hungry eyes inside cotton-ears,
and the attic bats equal zero: none
intellect cries — ‘give me a piece
of meat instead of this shit’
and just for this one moment i was
a bad-man, so get it on!
Get it on! And I rode inside the
cover of a woman who loves me
With just one luck she found me
and said, “let’s get it on!”
Whoo!
and i became a federal agent
of hidden terrorist-like hearts
fighting for love over death
and ignorance and all that smell
— and we said, ‘let’s get it on!’
[moma told me something —
only for one ear]
:: 10-01-2014 ::
GREATEST EXPRESSION
THE greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
e, m, l, e, o
n, o, w, g, u
d, t, a, a, l
e, i, y, i, //
r, o, s, n,
, n,
, s,
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
IT IS MY MOUNTAIN
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
licking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SHADOWLIFE FOLLOWS MY LIKE-LIFE
shadowLife, my like-life
follows, one against the ground
and who can understand
the tall-standing one?
in light, together like-be,
at night, absorbed within me
an asylum for two-sided coins
where lifePocket holds a hole
a hatch for escaping Life,
and beauty falls beneath
rushingBusy knees into that
sewer of busy street-life
:: 10-01-2014 ::
WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
I SHOULD WANT. TO BE MYSELF
a hand and it’s five fingers
each one a story
that gives emotions;
one for love,
when life is frail
the second for age,
when death tries to steal
a third for romance, when life is young
my fourth a prize-gift, she is next to me
and the fifth for Life, which allows me to remember…
life is my sweetest friend
when i go so does my love
it’s the only thing that’s real
and i have eaten pain, so familiar
i tried once, to kill it everyday
spat at the brilliant sun
and dug my heels into the One
and in the end i saw everyone
go away, like the pain i lived
and now, my broken heart steals
what feelings I had buried
beneath the hate and all the hearts
And I ask, “what did I do, my friend.
I squandered my precious ones,
all for the empty fear that ate
my heart…and I should remember,
when I start again…I should
a want to be myself.”
:: 09-29-2014 ::
VICTORIA(N) (K)NOW(S)
ti(me)
frailly
t(ick)ed
strikingly
killing me
her (man)ner
found t(he)
her(art)
within my
poe(try)
:: 09-29-2014 ::
WHEN THE LUST WHERE WHAT LOVE
when the lust, where what love
autumn’s dress for the fall
that nymph and golem may call
brilliant bloody muddy air
and dance, humanity (a/s)way
the conjure of passion-magic
be-and what so much, so be
diligently, ballerina heart
a gaggle-swoonly crystal pond
gasping wooded valley song!
A kiss to fear; kissing you!
and heaving-heaping tears, too
my bow to the princess beauty
and I, the beastly creature
they shall cry, ‘go!’ to myHorror
and no tear between heaven-here,
but hearts like mountain-skies
may invite love and romance
beyond the gate of pearl
–Spirit calls the cards
a deal to deal and some-twice
when dealt to most who die;
love survives immortally so
:: 09-29-2014 ::
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