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THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
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AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and men shudder by utter
extant fear//life with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners
:: 06-13-2015 ::
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THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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WHO hates me? scholars?
sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up! And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015
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I AM flesh
-lessly human and
full of busy days emotion
I am s tran gley less
tha n most
The soul of Antiquity that
forswears bedecked beauty!
–I AM everything I’ve met
and curse not
the things that
vex me — I love myself
so much better than you
What can I do?
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev1.1
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BENEATH the tears under the eyelids
of a broken heart across the fields
above the vast skies you see your soul
floating in dreams
Gently weeping spirit-soul speaking
to all you take a cloud inside
your mouth and all cellophane anger
melts so you find yourself in a
paradise of laughing Zebras holding
zero-umbrellas on a tram-trail to Heaven
And all the worries you ride upon the
car-marshmallow ride
A nirvana trip of hearts: if you
picture yourself in peace
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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)sitting outside
a coffe shop(
smelling all the dreams
riding in a greener
(oh me oh you oh we)
i waited for a falling
fl o ating leaf
all the pale smiles
singing pretty tunes
floating clothes
trueBLENDdish!
I have a pornographic
record:EYE and I
cru
bling
EYE wandering
(oh! wondering!)
eye-HOLES out of whe
reful whom )outside
of my mind! Could you
cha-coo could you
ever love abstract
heartMe!(
you laughed pulling
up your knickers )down(
and the sun licked
a squirrel found
a cha choo choo nut
for a family so hungry
and the coffee shop murmurs
it’s all a java dream-Nut
:: 06-06-2015 ::
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A paint tube squeezed!
molesting brush!
tarnished a pure
unblemished mind.
Canvas life!
:: 05-12-2015 ::
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My sweet Spring voice
throated blue jay
sing! What sound
when the voice of
that woman we
dearly love!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
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AND the devil said, “Who’s got the heart
of my lover?” and the sky burned
in thunder-lust and the angels fled
like a bad bad storm.
I stood up like a prick and said,
“I ate him last night.”
And heaven help me for the way I am..
I am just a hungry woman looking for
the one who can help me know I am
more than this need I have within my soul.
So the devil looked inside my soul
and flew away, said, “honey, you got more
a need for the soul you ate
and I’m just the devil.”
I’ve been a bad bad girl
and I ran away the devil
but all I need is just
a good man.
:: 11-17-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
A DEAD SEED IN THE SOIL
THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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