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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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THESE times are
not good times
— see, the luck
the world’s had
could make a normal soul
turn bad \the last time i
dreamed i dreamed the world
i once had; so your love (lord
knows) is off the market till
August. Funny faces and
bad jokes help Her to laugh.
saying, “you’re bad product
so your friends are all gone,
you survive.
this time:
these times,
like everybody
else.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
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\ after the worst of days
of any age –on these nights
when blood meets moonlight
never feel bad for me.
i was glad
to grow upon any night
so winds sing sounds–the
gates are near
ii.
when i wake up–Over there,
framed by a heart whose ventures
i love; take me August nights!
after the worst of days
of any age
on these nights
when blood meets
moonlight.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
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the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
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A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.
A vanilla taste warned amygdala as I was cycling back from hill country
away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the
dried out lakes of lost souls.
That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Dallas
to San Antonio leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed
lines between death and destruction.
I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power
is resistant to prayers and dreams.
As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnace.
I forget everything at that moment.
forever.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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i dream sometimes — i dream
of expansive fields
of flowery love where fear
does not exist is what i
sometimes dream: i dream
i woke up within this dream
and could do anything my spirit
and heart wish’d : i wish to
be within expansive fields of
flowery love where fear does
not exist is what i sometimes
dream.
i dream.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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UPON THE SICKLE OF RAIN DROPS
OH falling spiral
of gray, white and
black bib
how you brilliantly
lived your small life
OH falling sparrow
of my love and life
all though cities have
many souls only yours
counted within my own.
my beautiful falling
sparrow within that
brilliantly lived life.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Polly gone
oh polygon
what quadri-
laterals you
possess!
two-dimensional
(go) figure made
up of straight sides
(besides myself)
oh Polly’s gone
prolly so i still see
your shadows within
my head but full fleshed
within my beating heart
is why Polly’s gone
oh polygon what quadri-
laterals you possess!
:: 07.21.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #breath, #dead, #head, #heart, #life, #lucid dreams, #pencils, #pens, #poetry, #prose, #soul, #spirit | posted in #1900s, #abstract, #angst, #beauty, #broken, #cleaning, #crying, #dislocation, #hate me, #lawns, #love, #poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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