I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing i feared my mind
a thing too!
Split by half in such unknown
i strove to know:
unraveled too which spilled
upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled
from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell;
my needle tired to stitch
the past when love was good
but life ran beyond the needle
and instead stitched time
within my soul
:: E.P. ROBLES (c) 2018::
:: 05-15-2014 ::
:: 10-20-2018 ::
mother flew in from happiness
instruments of sin sang
‘i’m so happy’
if you sav eyourself
i adore changes to life’s
[plans] heart-and i really love
how you rock this world
i saw you smile just once
and kept your smile
within a crystal jar
and how instruments sing
and sin drowns
so i rest upon the precipice
of a resting breast moving
when she dream-breathes
all of me — and i really
love how you rock-n’roll
AND if you say you are dead
then i say i am a corpse
to make you happy and
we’ll show how living
does not require blood
or flesh — and you
really knock me down
really rock my world
the beak-broken bird
lip sings love
!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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