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we wake up with a beating heart \ wondering how mud can be so alive:
i am so overboard drowning within embryo
and sharp words
worst than most and so i escape
(i feel it less when my unformed feet move)
so along dirty thoughts and stares
i run through the streets
if my words were stars and if my breath
were wind of the Earth until the End
CREATIVITY and entertaining thoughts here
___ y e a h ___ the last Spring I tasted
before i found it hard so hard to find a
loving World i found you so hello
THE LIGHT IS MAJESTIC
the stupid mouths of critics
DENY IT live within the MOUTH
of undeniable words__.
Of Your Love!
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
eating all these words while hiding
within a tree is this nature-woman.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
rev: 07192020
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WHO ever promised a soul
who ever prophetized love
who ever it was
had no human name
or so
it seems
dropping in pieces
falling in me’s and you’s
dropping in reasons
i’m calling it cream of you
Falling every way in small
pieces of insanity
i can see brilliant
Light of Life
it is chasing my chakra-heart
…
born north of Tropicana
i landed upon the back of a blue
scarab and went for a world-tour
and met anyone who is/has been/was/
will be anyone and so several times
came across me. Seemed i was doing
something against nature walking
in through the outdoor
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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MY ATTENTION is breaking \a flooding stream flowing/
help me:i found an enemy within me: help : and
the only thing that works; an Umbilical cord
around the weak parts of my Heart : i have found
detritus within my heart/ all the parts of a splayed
cockroach across the floor:
oh well an invading army
of insects now & maybe
later horny cherubs to take
me away
oh well oh my
yea hell
hello
within broken mirrors are
the strangest souls
and i am ugly full of tears
am i scared why not: i
found God.
:: 07.18.2020 ::
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no need
for military solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me FAITH
so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
(oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed my eyes to EXIST.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough
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DEFINITELY a few minutes ago
: walked within your footsteps/
walking — oh, walking in your
footsteps\ hey mister, i would
not ask for more (i would not walk
within those foot steps) but could you
sing to me about how mighty brontosaurus
died even built three stories high: he
would never hurt a fly…
Execelsus
walking within those same footprints
are my own foot-steps…
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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raging wars raging more
raging whores raging
lore /::the cock ROACH
above my walls winked;
COCK roach!\ so come on
over to do the twist–
all do it and have a fit
: i’m bleeding out of me
bleeding out of me ::twist;;
so come on over and love
how you are so sick so shoot
the shit…
bleeding blue bleeding
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging lore
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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limp — ha-ha \yea/
so, while watching reruns inside my hurting
brain i came across your (forgotten) starry name
grown within an honest garden )( a minute is a
day ; daze; confusion… somebody is obviously that
word of the day; Santa’s
helper dying within her
burning freezer ||EVER!||
so chance is a slice
of bleeding time
(my middle name)
uh hmm /yea/ uh hmm
— so a trillion gallons
of Merlot flow down the
deeply dug grooves
of my existence___oh well.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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