WHERE they dwell they weep,
luminous souls without seam.
The morning glory beyond,
a promise over all horizons!
They flitter, each by one alike,
across the fields and hearts,
the many, too many to count,
in God’s mystery garden of Life.
And when they touch human souls,
their heavenly feathers awaken
you in His glory and windy-melody,
and you, the child, Awakened!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
Oh, my body grows from a stem,
every vein,
fragrance and leaf.
the winds sway my heart upright,
and your touch
before you pull,
I await calmly–my executioner
my pollen smells you woman,
the tender finger-puller of love.
Behold: I die for your eyes
and beauty you see within me,
my petals and colours —
till finally nothing
but dried wick-of-stick.
Everything that seeds taught me
my childhood years so nameless,
and your tears like glistening water,
christen me after I have died!
When you bury me — made radiant
by your shining hair and bosom,
the altar which you have crowned
by your lightly showering tears!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
just once(a last chance) before
any given letter-day of my yearnings
— years, both are good on fair-
weathered daze,
my Treasures buried deeply There
across Sarah-ahara dunes conically
tease my eyeSky longings pointed
severely at my eyes I gushingly
lustfully kiss your flowerLips
and My desert of Desolation blooms
:: 09-03-2014 ::
Silly how-is many times late
before the pun chaotically tickles
the slow molasses of subhuman
thought creatively. And I cry every
time my mouth laughs Those
brilliant giggle-fairy iridescent cellophane
wings // flutterHeart my tired soul on
quiet thunderThought nights.
And the crickets play their
magnificent song
between the underneath
of my longing moonlit eyes!
:: 09-02-2024 ::
I kissed a Monet painting, Van Gogh too!
And Mona Lisa kissed the man behind the
brushstroke of lifePaint. And then that’s when
I saw her walk through the door —
of the outdoor of life, and I cried,
“Art, pop, and poetry!”
She pulled them all inside her heart.
And I was taken by her soul and lips.
And she walks like a portrait off some museum wall!
Built like life and mother Earth,
she came to me through the dream
of my waking life.
And she (oh!) walked and all life and reality
followed her through Life. And her hair
and eyes said to me, “I was so busy doing
something and nothing for my own life dear.”
That’s when I walked through the LifeDoor
of the Outdoor of Life.
And I caught a butterfly and said, “I think I
love her.”
My woman is poetry, art, and life and lust,
and all God gave to me!
And I think…yeah, think, I could love her.
thunder talking, and lightning walks but
my baby loves me most!
IT’S the art of love.
And she has a strawberry kiss and raspberry lips.
:: 08-30-2014 ::
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!
I ate the soil but not
the bee, but even thorn!
I saw the gnome too,
inside a root of tree!
I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!
This I did all before
but never in my sleep!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
The road built by fire
cleanses the soul
but the one by flower
can steal the soul
:: 08-15-2014 ::
I rode upon the highway —
heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light
all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot
The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey
entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car
Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me
A prostate nun knocked
a holy rap upon my white-knuckle
scarred heart — a dollar
fallopian boo scared her away
Separation of faith and fear!
Wait! Lawless pride forever
guides the human less race!
Just another broken dream
and face shattered in you
Mother Less pulled my tubes
drank a spotless juice
Freddy Gargoyle Blue sang
Wait! Lawless Pride forever
guide the human less race!
Just another broken tooth
a heart broken…
a heart broken in two
:: 08-15-2014 ::
LOVER, my step
/broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”
:: 08-06-2014 ::
I am a miserable
lovely failure
of beautiful life
:: 07-23-2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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