E.P. Robles | Poetry

THAT love is preciously touched
by what power of my heart?
If love is one then another touched?
and if Love is two touching hearts
this power of the above by God
I am the heart who moves
planets into place by romance
but wish just one Heart upon
the face of Earth — my feet
and wish my heart and soul too!
To align both our Love and
the Universe into One!
my singurarly soul i LOVE!

I lay bare my soul to eternity
to see my clay form
from celestial breath
that I come I now lay bare
A fall from grace in human form

MY heart hurts when you lifted the sheet of the universe
revealed discarded hearts and thoughts and things
— sitting at my desk i wrote equations of my feelings
and it’s
been days since you texted me “hello”
she’s already two weeks late! Since
she felt anything upon a synthetic
smart phone-heart; i never had the
opportunity of her pleasure green-eye’d
gnomes and iridescence romantic farriers
who feel it was so much more creative
to express LIFE IN WORDS AND ONE ON ONE
OH, the gallons of flowing juices of
hurt melted feelings flowing across
the dirty streets of New York City
even though we watched the silver
snail moving across a gutter to the
silver bulb of aurora Borealis freezer
and her feisty fought the scalpel
like my heart for her love: hahaha
two souls wishing more an opportunity
to live a life…i’m right, i’m dead
i’m so nowhere and my heart hurts when
you lifted the sheet of the universe
revealing the discarded hearts and
thoughts and things of reality

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circus ride  — throwing up
moon hangs my heart
so low I’m lost, I’m good
beauty looks fine like tender
fingers across falling tears
I know just a dove like white
lies flying in blue skies
and soul you bad for me
makes the world turn upside down
I’m lost I’m good beauty
seems so perfect until you
live within my skin
we walk a path in life
step steeping stones my foot
broke upon your words
so empty i fell into your
void so now looking for a ledge
to climb out of;
circus ride throwing up
sun high, clouds low
mist obscure my tears

fawn upon a barb wired fence

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HEAVY(Heart floating)by
smokey narratives
the bar extended into
darkness like my own heart
where all the dead come
and some unknown faces
many known and famous
and my heart(perfectly
hugs my soul)nowhere sat here
pondering
the emotions like cigar
smoke lifting slowly
here, who there who(descended
ignorantly feeling and
two-bit minds) singing
by drunken-induced pain
and the song plays on
and i let them go
like truthful liars
and fake friends so
fair and the lips of
their dying faces
when i release their
truthful lies…
within my aching heart
i am just a shadow
with a heart.

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