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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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I followed a
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feather
toward the ground
along the twist
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-ing
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| path |
I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone!
:: 08-05-2014 ::
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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 ::
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We are all born into a dream
so deep that most never awaken
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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the heart expand to the left
it demanded space to grow
lilies of my fields
sprout and bloom in sunlight
fed you blossom and color
in the dark night: hypnotized
musical words
nurtured from \ little poems
thus i am human \
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed
:: 03-26-2014 ::
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THIS place is desolation
my head is so infected
with attrition lately
scream!
as the thoughts invade
my Soul
scream!
as the promises evaporate
in me
scream!
loving how life kills me
loving how life kills me
i loved the deepest insides
of you /loved the deepest
thoughts of me\
oh | how fire mimics Life
(hasn’t killed me yet)
Ate purple flowers yeah
Kissed the sun and moon
and hugged attrition lately
love how life…
loving how life is killing me.
:: 08.09.2020 ::
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MIGHTY MIGHTY WAR in heaven
eons ago so long ago — like
65 million years ago
: then the meek inherited the
earth/
terrible lizards gone introduced
humanity on this blue marble
rock___so now we loot to make
tools /turn design into dirty
comfort\ well, the last time
was eaten by tidal waves
and we scrambled | Socrates
saw the End — Enoch before him
so hello so damned so abused
by father and mother — no soul
mates to integrate schema faulty.
mighty might human spirit
mighty mite human soul
And i forget did the dinner bell
ring and is Father there at the
long table of descendants?
Hello? Hello? Hello? dead
beat father — spoils my stomach
and ruins my flesh heart.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
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SOMEONE says, ‘hello’
& i am having trouble
falling to sleep; time ticks
by and i feel on my own
my heart is a cement anchor
across the depths of seas
equilibrium is a gift for
stronger minds : the moon
is made of cheese and sheep
help me to fall to sleep –>
so (ugh) here i am/my thoughts
unfortunate soldiers full of
numb//falling dead around me
within my room\\ so here i once
again go. total delirium/
fantasy fighting thin reality.
so here we all go.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
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THE world has caught my voice … squeezed —
my soul compressed against my soul, i feel as
though i cannot live, the anger rises to my
throat and tears at my thoughts —
my heart has already burst sky-high and
some thought it was a double sun within the skies
as the spreading clouds of falling stars flew
out!
a swarm of UFOs flew out!
and blue jays and moths … and
boisterous loving spirits too.
this elaborate dream is a reflection
of what we wish to not be — crossing crossings
against the fires we recognize no one?
:: 08.04.2020 ::
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