E.P. Robles | Poetry

Shatter speaks in pieces
on the ground
My knees bleeding
that heart
once so strongly beating
…stops.

:: ~ ::

i am /was\ the small mouth
Scarborough fair — remember
me then forget time
tell me how the fairies
left the greenery and how
without sleep you built
a mountain with love (simply,
love is a rushing river)
and how true love are two-
lips locking within circles
(amazing heart) and how i
hear you whisper my thoughts
Are you going to Scarborough
fair? How lovely the women
are; some wear black and
some red — once she was
the true of my mine.

:: 01012015 ::

i am strange stepped in thought
upon your arms a strange vibration
licking kitty cat mostly a double
soul rolling upon strips so true
i have sough
advocation in
a shadow
merely to watch
it engulf me
never knowing
the name until now
bylines never shout
but mumble
the echo of an afterthought
simply, whispers
an illness in my heart
your fame is testimony
handily wrought
a misshapen spirit
twisted severely
loneliness…
your name forever
emptiness
so I am strange stepped in thought
rolling with the pebbles of life
toward an abyss of remembrance

:: 01012015 ::

the forever nothing
in particular
of a shiny summer air
peculiar should you
know i take the long
way just a human
just like everybody
else alive
and once i was love
like sun & air
the organ of
no thing particular
and should you kiss
me i am just like
everybody else;
dying a second
at a time alone.

:: 01012015 ::