E.P. Robles | Poetry | There is no greater truth than love

July 17, 2020

WALLS HELLO

within walls so /\ HIGH
i whisper good wishes to only you
| a raging storm and sleight of hand
— and i wait with you | without you
i sing, ‘what you give is yourself
away’ /
so give so give yourself away

:: 07,.1`6;]2020 ::

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July 17, 2020

CONFESSION XVIII

By EPRobles

MY confession : what be it may
stately said I do adore
hedonistic lore and my passion
borders beyond the day of light
into a fray some may fright
But at the end of any day
a brilliant sun and nymph of light
rules out all it is my sweet
love for life

::01/20/2014::

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July 17, 2020

FAITH

By EPRobles

no need
for military solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me FAITH
so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
(oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed my eyes to EXIST.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough

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July 16, 2020

BRONTOSAURUS

By EPRobles

DEFINITELY a few minutes ago
: walked within your footsteps/
walking — oh, walking in your
footsteps\ hey mister, i would
not ask for more (i would not walk
within those foot steps) but could you
sing to me about how mighty brontosaurus
died even built three stories high: he
would never hurt a fly…
Execelsus
walking within those same footprints
are my own foot-steps…

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

RAGING COCK roach

By EPRobles

raging wars raging more
raging whores raging
lore /::the cock ROACH
above my walls winked;
COCK roach!\ so come on
over to do the twist–
all do it and have a fit
: i’m bleeding out of me
bleeding out of me ::twist;;
so come on over and love
how you are so sick so shoot
the shit…
bleeding blue bleeding
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging lore

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

LIMP

By EPRobles

limp — ha-ha \yea/
so, while watching reruns inside my hurting
brain i came across your (forgotten) starry name
grown within an honest garden )( a minute is a
day ; daze; confusion… somebody is obviously that
word of the day; Santa’s
helper dying within her
burning freezer ||EVER!||
so chance is a slice
of bleeding time
(my middle name)
uh hmm /yea/ uh hmm
— so a trillion gallons
of Merlot flow down the
deeply dug grooves
of my existence___oh well.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

KEEP ME AWAKE AND ALIVE

By EPRobles

SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

By EPRobles

within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

OVER BORDERS OVER FRONTIERS

By EPRobles

WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’

‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’

i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 15, 2020

UNLOVED LIBRA LIFE

By EPRobles

i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most

So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,

TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding

:: 07.15.2020 ::

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E.P. Robles | Poetry

WALLS HELLO

CONFESSION XVIII

FAITH

BRONTOSAURUS

RAGING COCK roach

LIMP

KEEP ME AWAKE AND ALIVE

RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

OVER BORDERS OVER FRONTIERS

UNLOVED LIBRA LIFE

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