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E.P. Robles | Poetry
BiRDs HaTE HUnGry CATS
I took the wax of your melted face
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of devils
cried playing fire harps
while I stomped tulips beneath cloven
hoovesMyGaud sees me naked
even the tattoo on my a$$;
Nothing hidden from his grace
i have a trick o’ bent knee
and a disease life gives me
a beating heart count down
and the numbers are weak
and your purseLips kissmee
i lick the floor below your feet
crying harps sing and a devil
laughs behind SunsKinCANcer–
a curtain of angel hair; she knows
i eat the baby breath of gardens
and the birds hate hungry cats
:: 07-02-2014 ::
Rev: 02.23.2020
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LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter…
that Summer always
within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
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Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress and
even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s
nature; life flows like…
B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;
‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’
yea oh
yea
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.
::02.22.2020::
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THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up &sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark. THE Policeman chewed his
m0uth-
side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) &
my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me. The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
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to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.
::02.10.2020::
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LOVE curved within a fame ember dancing heart exquisitely soft and words?
From a Northern Wind into a caste-flake of burning ice softly fell upon our pressed lips and winter…that Summer always within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
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SOMETIMES the good times & sometimes
we get what we want )sometimes(
Having had a Dream within this Dream
was a long long time ago and Lord knows
this isn’t the first time, no it isn’t the first time.
How we dreamed and dreamed of each other
without knowing each other’s names or where
we lived and breathed — so, please let me know
oh please let me know how you are while
an ocean keeps our hearts apart — this good
man is so in love with
your voice and smile and sunny Soul.
Goodnight, goodnight sweet darling.
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Tomorrow is tomorrow and today much as yesterday–
smelling time tastes like frozen pipes
in winter-time. There, across the kitchen table
i see a beach of white sands and emerald waters –let us jump across the kitchen table and rush the ocean. Your hair is golden brown and your legs are tall skyscrapers with many talented tenants — I am the only tenant but pay nothing in hard currency.
You and me are One.
The birds no longer fly into the windows of our Souls — we have opened our windows to allow fresh beauty into our World.
::02-22-2020::
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He wore a fedora to hide the sun / broken shoes to show his Soul
no others would approach unless assured — seeing tomorrow’s morning would be good
Slaying stares with the voice of his Eyes Parting waters by breath and sigh
goes the maker of words the nurturer of worlds\ so i bleed
so i need so i feed Upon the refusal of Life — it keeps me
it shows how the world turns upon a top of needle-headed feeble thoughts — go away.
:: 02.22.2020 ::
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TIME has eaten all the flowers
see how bare and desolate
the countryside screams
In my Eyes the sun;
within the air dispersed
digitalis — a heart bruised
with broken hands_____
And My Love holding
my Soul against her
Spirit of Goodness
::02.22.2020::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress and
even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s
nature; life flows like…
B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;
‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’
yea oh
yea
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.
::02.22.2020::
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