my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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THIS HEART IN SHADES OF A COOL NIGHT
COME, SWEET DEATH
THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
THIS MOURNING SUN
Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
I WERELINGS LIKNESS SAVINGS (TROLLS
we werelings likeness
savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges)
coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts!
whose words like lips
closed speaking
and two foots liking
here of this earth!
dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and
they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie)
and let us dance over
smashed words — open
broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked —
smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of
pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable
lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls
have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
STILL A PRECOCIOUS CHILD
if you love me
uoy evol i fi
i love you
em evol ouy fi dna
and i know dear…
i’m still a child
in my heart
tihs ym tae dna
LOL! I do love you!
forgive me. i do
LOVE YOU!!!!!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
EVEN THE DEAD CAN DIE AGAIN
WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
CONFUSED AND LIVING
Remove yourself live your life
thinking you could be the
one who means life
prove yourself to be the one
who owns your heart
say you are afraid
but you watch it now
So you lose yourself
and there’s no reason
but to be who you are
we have no option
but to accept free will
so be yourself
You own your heart
so you have to die
when it’s time
so let me live my life
the way i want to
As they say, owner
of a lonely heart
and the story of life
is quicker than the
blink of an eye
like hello and goodbye
:: 07-25-2015 ::
HELENA HAS A NAME LIKE THE SUN
Helena has a name like the sun
that never goes dark
it rings like a bell through
the night and like her love
it takes flight and if you’ve
never loved like Romeo or Juliet
you could never know how a promise
is a kiss-brush of heaven
like Helena who has a name
like the sun ~ it hurts my
self ; so rain, dawn,
aurora i could die so cut
my rope and let me drop
a black sheep child opposite
of life; pupils dilating
like columbine killer
with slow watches
rubbing salt into bullet wounds
what should i do? i’m
high/hi and i’m bi/bye
like a silver fork in the road
playing keno took the psycho
path where they rob memory
bank –i’m all in a brain cell
and what the hell am i trying
to say ~ i love myself and
so much better than you
i’m all love and life and sun
so go home and let me paint
and write poetry like i’m insane
i’m insane and can’t complain
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I SAW HIM WITH A SMILE
JUST as he is to rise
life erupts!
all reflection of
no connection to
his self and it’s
a face of drowning
–say a prayer for
all the people
who care about life.
And the firm touch
of a bang-device that
says, “let’s take a ride”
and God knows the devil smiles
obfuscated sadness
and politics wet
for the prick of mass media
and all men and women scream,
“i skinned the eel
by it’s noctural
smile and something
is fishy!” What of this little boy?
who has lost his voice;
the world is a killer
and our children follow
it’s ways! So burn.
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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