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my nerves are bullet holes, and swollen veins that have eyes
start to lick my tears and blood. Sirens, jet planes, bad blood,
unhappy fragmented culprits shall angrily testify we are the
extinguished divine spark of sorrowful symphonies — and downtown
ghosts are flinging their feet /and wishing within symphonies\
there i go../hiding my ancient face beneath six churches
my fEAR then died as a bouncing stone of untold heights it flew
then this woman said: what did you do to Life? my heart is
bleeding dreams — she said. To me: from me: i asked, ”
you who do not despise me is a friendly soul.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
INSANE___
i can dance now
watch my dance:
between
00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
—-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
sane #
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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THUNDER __ thunder!
i was born within
the round of a road
— THUNDER!
is it rain is it what
i knew: THUNDER
Amen___ my THUNDER
STRUCK — w3 make sound
and grueling dy ing words
—::: shaking like a leaf
so began 0–THUNDER STRUCK
OH0OO THUNDERSTRUCK___ oh
amen! th7under–)SPEAKS;
lighting Walks____!
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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p INK baby hush — kiss e s t l y
me..love me s e l f’ish ly
oh lips achingly touching
bruised skies (rolling within
coolish t a l l e s t green grasses__
MY knees above’er this man
called Poet and Lover
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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A Tender b l each e d s k y
ooh see the reds & whites
i was not wrong but so further
from right (like whatever i do
whatever i do) what is large tearing
me are THE little things that kill
THE LITTLE THINGS that kill
i swear smothering my brain & killing
my heart and smile —— best to forget
so winter is SUMMER with you
it’s these smallest little things that kill
oh kill oh — touch my mind & lips
…
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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A SMALL NOTCH WITHIN A CORNER
A LIFE — while i don’t have plans
schemes or plans: that i have
love then nothing other than loathing
wrestling with slow twilight’s
– ooh i don’t have love to share
and just the turning of a big hand
inside the soul’s clockwork dream___
ooh you ooh you ooh you ooh you
these eyes of my poet-spirit revolves
printed saddest lines__ and with my
misery i loved her, and sometimes
she loved me too. Through moments
as these i held her within my
arms—i loved her first and she
last and to kiss her again and again
under endless sky.
:: 06.23.2020 ::
i do not know any woman other than
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson that i
could ever love. spectralphilia.
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True how love never fades away
there within the dark pines
where everything is tangibly real
as the phosphorus celestial moon
affects oceans & hearts;
as one day is every day —
chasing each other.
feelings
emotions tears from south
& north eating west and east
the rarest of sights: a snowflake
in June kneeing my ship of ta-to-to-too
uncovering my Heart as a ship
with a black cross — a pirate navigating
by way of a silver gull. Still, and so,
i arise before the yellowed-yoke of the Sun!
crying! As i dry my wet soul.
:: 06.23.2020 ::
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A WORLD too much – – so morning broken
sun and soon the place of much:
a waste of beautiful powers: that we see
spending sweet wages upon vaporish
fantastical wishes;
Romeo as Juliet — little light of Nature
that might have been like the fresh Sea
bares creation through destruction — sand castles
of me less forlorn;
Oh sweet new faults teaching me i am a new born
what moves us is not but through Great God
hearts out of tune; my mind is not evening
but morning’s eager Triton who blows his
wreathed horn. Fresh from Eternity Unto
This World.
:: 06.22.2020 ::
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i dreamed a dream so wonderfully sweet
dreamed a dream of if and then what
i dreamed
struggling to never awaken
struggling to never remember
i dreamed
and within many tears awoken
wishing i had never ever
dreamed the dream so wonderfully sweet.
:: 06.21.2020 ::
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IF SO
is good
if SO
is comparable to
the lit ferns of paradise i bid good well
and good nights
to hear the dim notes of heavenly songs
flutter through currant bushes as our veins
this pleasant evening of tangled vines.
My sky is a lover — the lover of my Soul:
brush strokes of communion and paints so bold.
The sky is an angel.
and my hand and mouth are so ignorant.
Have patience — no boredom please;
the ink well is full and obtuse.
:: 06.18.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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