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GOODNIGHT my love and dearest angel
how long since you should
have closed your eyes.
Can we save the deepest questions
for another Life?
I feel you have one upon your trembling
lips; how too I have since I knew you’d go.
And how ships have sailed.
And oceans eat the sailors of
brave hearts.
I promised I could never leave you
and so know: goodnight my love
and dearest angel and now it’s time
to sleep within the ocean’s deep.
Remember all the love we had within
emerald bay eyes — and as an ocean
i am rocking you to sleep inside this
ancient heart of mine.
Always a part of me.
:: 09.03.2021 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dying, #hands, #lost, #love, #prose, #remember, #romance, #song | posted in #hearts, #lost love, #mind, #ode to love, #poetry, #profound sadness
Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!
This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.
Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality
what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!
so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!
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TOO TASTE SPACELESS NOW
purple heart hazelnut eyes
a beautiful world
& how they all crawl
upon your skin: a nuclear
field /so i have never had
that much time…, feeling
brain-traffic as you fly
back into space-time; sweet
naughty girl my Emily D.
:: 05.03.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #blood, #ground, #ink, #life, #poetry, #poets, #prose | posted in #anguish, #cycle, #demise, #depressed, #depression, #despair, #mind, #minds, #misery, #misfits
i eat fresh flowers
(before they perish)
they die before devoured
simply: saved food & moods
stay sane when you can
we’re in the dark of Light
oh_! how like the
boy on a swing ; but if
you never know what important
things mean
— our smiled-faces
and gods shooting guns.
WE could ask for more:
our Hearts (whored) sounds:
singing fruit! Hey! come one
now: we dance and sing when
nothing bothers us.
i swallowed my head — so
worried — but okay you are
you & i am me everyday_
light my white candles.
:: 04.26.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #anguish, #blood, #pain, #poetry, #thoughts, #words | posted in #abstract, #angst, #bees, #meaning, #metaphysical, #mind, #poetry
i can take Life upon my chin
i can take it upon my head
although it makes me sad
when i have to see it all
within my eyes i don’t see
a polite way to make this call
/oh wishing i first had
a vision\for a poor humble
wide-opened poet/ of no age or
time and then of no-more
\life is living while you’re bleeding
each day of Life is closer to Death
oh boy.
:: 03.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #actors, #compassion, #fear, #love, #misanthropics, #poetry, #words, #writers | posted in #bone, #brain, #breath, #broken soul, #despair, #desperation, #mind, #miserable
MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.
‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.
:: 08062019 ::
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WHEN the heart breaks
into halves,
what then left? Not a sigh
nor a laugh;
a cleaving of Soul or
perhaps?
the need for Nature
—- it’s glory & beauty
covers grief —
the Spirit surpass!
::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019
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eye-GASMS are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate meringue pie before
acquiring a human fedora and
impressed all the women at
the outdoor market where
butchers smoke meat and
flay cigars with white whiskered
smiles. Where were the yokes
when sadness crept over the
clouds and a comedian choked
on a badly baked joke. ?
::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019
Leave a comment | tags: #abstract, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in #abstract, #creative souls, #creatures, #mind, #mystical, #nature, #perception, #poetry, Uncategorized
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #Andre Breton, #eprobles.com, #poetry, #surrealism, #words | posted in #mental, #mind, #surrealism, #words, Uncategorized
I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.
An awareness as sharp as
fractured obsidian.
And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
leave!
Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
used.
And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.
To shrink into pure consciousness.
Freedom.
:: 04-02-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abstract, #consciousness, #eternal, #mind, #thoughts, #words | posted in #akashic, #mind, Uncategorized
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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