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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
IN the washed moonlit night
beneath an ancient oak
there I lay my head
upon your soft shoulder
and I praise the moment
and the angels sing for us
Yes I yearn for you
I yearn for you
throughout my days
I yearn for you
You and I are lovers
and tonight we burn
each others flame
through our touch we learn
— two worlds spinning
into a brilliant orbit
such hearts never sinning
And I yearn for you
I yearn for you
my passion burns
I burn for you
Your parasol cannot shade
such an inferno like my heart
more than Dante’s journey
one that fuels such flames
The evening stars may fall
but each one onto my heart
Yes I yearn for you
and my heart burns
such souls yearning
will always have a flame
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
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AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
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WHAT slanders the sun
that makes it fall
a settling of debt
paid by all
Her brilliance gone
but save the moon
within seeping cold
at night repent
:: 01-30-2014 ::
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WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
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IF your pain burns your soul
and your tears drown you
and the silence above
smothers you…
I am only a call away
We are a brother-sister hood
a commonality in flesh and blood
Oh there is no shadow play
in the light of such love
My day is your calendar
blank slate for your needs
So lovely soul call upon me
no need to hide away
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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Silly phonetic puddly daze
eat a white dove of peace
crazy media please police
Kick a pig dead in its face
NSA calls Barry pleading
ink executive orders today
We are living under a gun
I believe a dead man speaking
he knows the place Hoffa sleeps
and vanilla ice cream screams
all the while aliens eat strawberries
Won’t somebody
give me a piece of peace
before God almighty sneezes
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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LOVELY light sing your symphony
melt the disease of humanity away
cleanse my soul beyond reproach
so my Father finds me approachable
I have sinned many times I confess
but my heart in darkness I arrested
The crimes are that I am human
let the axe fall upon my neck
if such offense garners death
I praise you and the stellar beauty
of all you have created
AMEN
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GRAINS of sand
such is time
but a grinding mind
sets its focus
throughout its life
not how to live
but how to die
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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WE pretend
to show affection
beneath the lies
— Silhouette —
a hidden rope
around my neck
You could bring
me a diamond
But there’s no stone
harder than your heart
I could scream and cry
blood in a tea cup
staring at all
my spare parts
You took the treasure
of my heart shaped box
a figure of speech
only for those
who know ignorance
I would have loved you
more than life itself
If only the love you had
was better than gold
But now I cry blood tears
My tears of red fill
the porcelain tea cup
strewn around me
nothing but spare parts
I live within
a nightmare dream
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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