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WHEN i met you by the ‘Never Possible’ my feet were flames of sun by the meadow Moonbeams dancing upon my lonely tongue Saw a maple leaf fall twisting twirling propeller-swirls all within expecting hearts.
Incredible spectacle devouring my hungry mouth: this speed called love is above medical. When a leaf does not say what i mean i become a single filed formation escaping — running for my life from my heart.
Never possible calling me / i had your smiles within my pockets and found holes where my pennies fall upon the sidewalk____
(You better make this call)
that’s where your pennies are when a leaf does not say what i mean i become a filed formation escaping from my heart
Incredible spectacle
a speed called love above medical.
:: 11.23.2020 ::
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WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
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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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THE contour of a
popped kernel
Slipped into my mind
as a silliest
th ought popcorn
pops is a mean guy
who viciously beat
the woman who loves
me. i like eating
popcorn but hate
pops.
MY kernal of #truth!
:: 07-16-2018 ::
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The town buried her beneath peach-red skies: less than several days ago.
All the while in the distance, gravel-filled caws in the distance measured a
thickness of time; the casket lid, rained with tears, sank beneath Earth’s longest wave.
Everyone had dirt under their nails and a heavy weight of guilt. Then,
at night on the 1st of May she returned to town on an errand so vital
that she had come unannounced and entered
into the cafe where she last had cried– while holding the hand of her lover,
she sat down at the chair with red eyes and again watched her fiancé bleed
from a wound within his head; his blue sapphire eyes melting as their dying hearts.
THE gunman was wrestled to the ground
on top of a love poem she
had penned to her fiancé . In part it read:
“The town buried her beneath peach-red skies…”
:: 04-25-2018 ::
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the dinner plate
is quite empty
i sit here
contemplating
quietly awaiting
a meal for my soul
and thoughts
as clean as porcelain
invade me
the clarity of my mind
fed me!
:: 03-10-2015 ::
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I once took a ‘failure’
within my heart
and gave it love
did you see it?
It grew a rainbow
that spanned life
And I said to it
‘Life my dear,
is the taste,
like bitter death’
The summer knows
that it always falls
and then soon,
into a cold wintry truth
Such is the life of living!
:: 11-02-2024 ::
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MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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AND i’d cry
if my last tear
hadn’t died
falling for you
:: 10-27-2014 ::
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and I die(d) “thanking my word: so long ago”
“would you; yes you would”
“and, everything, everything…”
“if you try to breath…”
“I choke upon the flesh of my dying skin…”
“you used to be a little boy”
“…and everything, tries — and I choke believing,”
“do you?”
“and every feather, petal, leaf, and heart,
speaks (cry) loving (hugs)
M E
:: 10-22-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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