if I LOVE what be more
that I express—stumble tumble
my tears a leg broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
where love that touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never-touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love what be more?
:: 06-09-2014 ::
Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth!
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show it the light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!
:: 04-02-2014 ::
i am i am i am
tic toc tic toc tic …
probabilities are
pointless in a ‘many
worlds-interpretation‘
we are we are we are
thump thump thump thum …
the reduced choice
wwwwwhere lovvvvvveee
IS ALL.
:: 08-07-2016 ::
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken me
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
so i just died today –>like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
You killed me when you died ~~
and i ate the funeral dirt in this holy mouth
and now so happy cause this month i’m
in my head found years
of everydays like i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
just so broken.
:: 08-05-2016 ::
i am tore between
words
i am tore between
thoughts
i am tore between
fear and life!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
Deep from Above there …
i heard the bird; as she
tip’toe’d above the hungry
empty crying souls ~~~~ oh!
This LOVE! such a beautiful
thing! To FEED LIFE! To feel
such a beautiful burden!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rising kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it be full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul!
:: ~ ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NEUROSURGICAL EVENT
manipulate my brain damage my connection
i’m your lonely patient like burning liars in
a blanket of ash
so perturbed by my mind you remove
parts of my heart-brain and the voices stop
and i’m so comforted by my loss, of mind;
and i’m so relieved
by the loss of my life;
it creates a circular lesion within my brain
:: — 08-05-2016 — Rev: 11-01-2016 ::
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