…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
So love! Sow love!
All the greatness
we see in expansive
hearts and blue skies
my sweet love!
That short potential
stir in eyes;
that storm of heart
is the eclat of hungry
souls ~~ when thinking
a right to be whole
may only smell roses
and all seasons of spirit
chashed by imperial officers
of a hidden universe:
so love! sow love!
That your hands are within
mine makes me whole!
:: 07-01-2015 ::
UnInterestEDStrokinGLY ugly
)inside(ALL OF ME)(
i watch
silently the OUTSIDE of
me lyinGLY
and hungrily hugging a
S H A D O W in this
unkempt park of my life
to feel so alive once
complete. LY
so yes i’m leaving, yes
i’m no longer believing
all the soothing suing
words of a convicted soul
I feel I fell in love with
AGES AGO
:: 07-01-2015 ::
When you lose this love
take it by the neck
and cut those ties
of brilliant feelings
little stars shinning
sparkling and drink every
ember of that feeling
you made happen
It was always you
:: 06-30-2015 ::
I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning; just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt
I found the meaning of every
moment — dark; a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat
It kept my tears neat
So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!
Just me and doubt.
:: – ::
Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life: I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun
::-::
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
::<>::
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NUCLEAR FAMILY IS A BLAST
FOREVER nothing
no t hing
just a mixture
of DNA and skin
hahaha __> evil
scientist and
psychiatrist say
” Y E S ! ”
So I reach inside
their skull and show
how well I sit on
the thought of
Mother Universe
Say you are a hater
say I am bacon
Say you like beer
say I am a wineo
we’re all the same!
Manicured lawn
pink flamengo
white picket fence
drive way up to me
inside through my doors
see how life lives
not a tv show dear
the monster skin of life
comes alive!
Say you called the
police and then we smile
all the sane incarcerated
and I have a kit kat bar
so I’m well fed in my heart
:: 06-27-2015 ::
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