i am tore between
words
i am tore between
thoughts
i am tore between
fear and life!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
HOW DELICATE IS LOVE
my drowning
t h r o at
rushing pure
feelings …
water! Life!
Are we not
born between
chaotic waves
where we live
as King & Queen
in Sand Castles!?!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
BETWEEN THE SPINES OF BOOKS
Deep from Above there …
i heard the bird; as she
tip’toe’d above the hungry
empty crying souls ~~~~ oh!
This LOVE! such a beautiful
thing! To FEED LIFE! To feel
such a beautiful burden!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS XV
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rising kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it be full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul!
:: ~ ::
DARE
WHAT dare the mind dream!
what care does a pregnant
woman have to own!?!
And what is it that
thinks these things?
a broken heart?
the dead lover?
or more …?
She has to own everything
that life grows within —
selects her as an Equal!
:: 08-07-2016 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIII BIRDS & DREAMS
i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my
d r e a m s
flying dreams!
:: ~~ ::
je suis déchiré
je suis déchiré entre
mots
je suis déchiré entre
pensées
je suis déchiré entre
la peur et la vie !
:: 01/08/2016 ::
CARDBOARD BEES HUMMING ALIVE
i climbed from Negative
billionth of none
to tell myself, “i have
no place to hide”
and the police at the
scene of that suicide
said: “he’s a saint,
of another tale.”
So then i left Earth
(counted to a million,
i felt) had a silver
spoon full of royal
bumble bees who kiss
me and all Humanity
whose sleeping with
most of the guns.
:: 08-03-2016 ::
DISMEMBERED THOUGHTS
/ Hello i met you on the blue line
shared stories & morning coffee
Tokyo is so quiet on Fridays
but she is talking a lot so
Saturdays are like Sunday-
mourning talking-head shows
Hey, did my bones really
hurt you? I tried so hard
to show you I have a split
tongue/brain talking about
every eutrophic thing;
so every blue line
so every little inch
think i’m so boring
eat the sushi tongue
reaching down your throat
cleaning your teeth upon
my skin gives Buddha a
climax of universal thought
kiss the dog
kiss the street lamp
kiss the steps
kiss my head
it’s all angel hair and then
we’re gone //
::; 08-05-2016 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NEUROSURGICAL EVENT
manipulate my brain damage my connection
i’m your lonely patient like burning liars in
a blanket of ash
so perturbed by my mind you remove
parts of my heart-brain and the voices stop
and i’m so comforted by my loss, of mind;
and i’m so relieved
by the loss of my life;
it creates a circular lesion within my brain
:: — 08-05-2016 — Rev: 11-01-2016 ::
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