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There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
My power and my pleasure; an addiction…
So “God is here, with you, and in you.”
There is a supreme and infinite pleasure that fills your heart.
Some languages of love will only permit love as a verb or simply a noun.
You are part of everything; you are not separate from anything.
Everything is part of you; you are part of everything; you are not
separate from anything.
So, i am and should fall large and in light that you shine,
can you see me? So baby, I compare you to a kiss from a dream
i live every day.
You may feel your experience of the world is disjunctive – somehow
disconnected. What is the actual nature of our existence? Is it
static, or in constant flux?
Maybe that is just your individual perception.
But we can try to figure it out by seeing how things affect us
This path we choose is about learning how to communicate effectively
with what we find, giving it meaning, and acting in ways that contribute.
If we are engaged in the pursuit of love in a real, open and collaborative way,
we can witness how relationships change and grow.
We may start with a story, but we are essentially learning how to be a partner.
We can see in our interactions how we are unbalanced, not yet aware that we need to change.
Over time, we discover what we are trying to hide, and begin to open up in our relationships.
The inner change begins with our hearts!
:: 01.06.2021 ::
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FILTHY pieces
of long-forgotten
thoughts i remember
i forgot to keep it
all far inside the die’
ist part of my vibrant
HEART-flower and sometimes
i looked within your heart-
shaped Soul so fragile and
Evil: i ate you all
makes The Tablet by
the firey finger-tips
of my mind : i have never
said go -and-die /you’re alive
| gathering sheep and smelling
fresh air i tripped over mySelf |
its an illusion called
Life — Hey! WAIT! i have a
message /you invited\ …
confusion!\
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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within walls so /\ HIGH
i whisper good wishes to only you
| a raging storm and sleight of hand
— and i wait with you | without you
i sing, ‘what you give is yourself
away’ /
so give so give yourself away
:: 07,.1`6;]2020 ::
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i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.
Is what this is more:
More, so much more!
:: 05.13.2020 ::
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ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around
the Spirit of the Poet!
:: 02.29.2020 ::
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MEMO
TO: Dear Readers
From: E.P. Robles
Re: AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
Ring the bells and kiss the mellow skies
Forget broken years and only Sunday mornings
And from all I have seen
And from all I have heard
i’m okay
i’m not like them
— yea, mostly.
Unless i see you this morning, an archetypal angelic being
moving too fast.
And never would i want you to be than a symbol of
the flourishing weak/
And when i am not looking only then can i feel my
secret thoughts\my secret Life.
:: 11-11-2016 ::
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1
I thrust my head upward
though skewered by
my sharply limping words
and see the prose in my veins
of the promise for clarity
in this wet bag of blood!
When does flesh ever know
purity when decay is it’s friend?
2
That I know when an eye sees
the setting of a sun
another sees it rise!
And what of love and death?
Does the same eye see heaven
while another hell which seems
to be all the same as the sun?
I believe the impossible is true.
3
And the parts of all of me too,
see long beginnings and someThing;
the abstract as if it were insight
by my own admission I am delusional
And time melts the salt from my tongue
Its vague touch asserts a personal nature
but I am not soulDead, it’s not for me
in the cosmic corner Jester cries
:: 11-08-2014 ::
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if you believe in me
I should believe
in gods and fairytales
I believe a top
is a tall space inside
my vacant love
my apartment cries
all four walls and seeing
her heart is believing
the less I feel inside
I love the smile of
a hungry red panda
and isn’t sweet love
sharp teeth tearing
the tender insides
of all painful fears
And all the spinning
tops so tall a space
inside my vacant life
:: 11-03-2014 ::
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FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: /\::
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I have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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