E.P. Robles | Poetry

BLUE fluid drink flotsam
here___<> kiss me?
Love! — maker of my ocean
in that always beyond this
poem or any other written
whose body is afraid.

That is perfectly beautiful
as is — and never boasts
dead beauties as we share
love and kindness within
one heart. Jetsam.

Through and though
out of dark the earth
lives with or without you.

WERE (hopes) moon, sun, stars
and universe within my Soul.
for you and me and then them
will shy burning moments
of because:
each why.

:: 11.2.2021 ::

INSIDE my heart was a face that lies
how i gave to give and left to meet
the Soul inside my head.

So cold and cobalt friend — times
are for others with mistakes
i walked with dead feet and sang

“Little One cry and beg for love”
crying to lose as down knee
the bigger one’s who ungrows.

MoaningINsideshoes
heaven sent lik(e–>ingte) sun
disgrace. as much as a(tom)s’sing
a writen(who)
oh times gone for honest soul
whi
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climbscr
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AM
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xploding a Re(n’t)

__11.22_2021__

with e.e. cummings words/inspiraztion

Towers of tears believe me 00 I SAY i hurt you
feel my tender tears feel my love!
How when i ate the carpet (smelling seamen)
hiding the blood would you believe me? you
were the Queen of my Heart
(how she shoved love boat)
ooooooh. How you looked and how I was
How we were perfect together
then something snapped.
Ooooooh. Hallow earth.
Driving home they hit us. tee-boned the SUV so now
we’re dead. Buried together.
Families sad. So love like no other : scentless
smell like death — so go away!
How we were cute together. Now dead. Like many
others who felt we had a future life together.
The organ mushroom grinds. Perfume. How we love
fits: tiny words to match madness!

:: 11.202.2021 ::

love me

when i’m dead

hate me

like life

when shit rains

dig me

six feet deep

and kiss me

when the moon

touches you

sweat when i

whisper

‘i love you

from the grave’

hate me when

i lived

but never say

when i’m dead:

‘you were the

only one

i loved’

:: 02-06-2015 ::

I ATE my years of life and wept in graves and brought bones back to life.

How you sing and consider me a young apprentice.
Hook and finger — how we came here seeking knowledge: what they cannot teach
in college //so turning brass hearts into gold.    

wE caught between tongue and folly.

Attached within heart and sharing fingers.
I hearled singing how i seek destiny you sold
how your eyes are shiny and ancient old.

yOUR SErvants are y0ur Master:

In intuition i will extend my hands as my whole
heart explodes with praise.  

My heart is a tower of seeing past transgressions
and i am not afraid even if an army rises to attack
— to live is to sing and never wonder/
my life so close to him \  that takes pleasure
in my every prayer for that gold band around
our fingers.  

:: 11.18.2021 ::