the little wasAS_me soul
dancing so obliviously
into a tent i walked within
at birth as ‘me’ and unbelimished
i strolled, head high and heart
on fire! oh, the little wasAS_me
so learnt what life is and as
i was i become so much more;
the big isAS_my soul 😉
steadily walking sometimes
crawling but always forward
i must always have air!
for the air are breasts
two-apart by the space between
my heart! it is all of art
i live for!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within
we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings
this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower
there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:
not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
why not human? oh why?
:: 07-25-2015 ::
VIOLINE I: Oh lovely life oh my love Oh love i say i adore you
violin ii: tears weep my mouth in all i feel seeing you
Viola: if love is God then i have met Him in Glory
Violoncello und Kontraba:
my dear, i am honored to be here with you now
the seasons were long and suns came up and
then silently went beneath my wishes
oh, i saw you in the sparrow and the green
tallest grasses my sweetest love
and now together!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
we werelings likeness
savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges)
coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts!
whose words like lips
closed speaking
and two foots liking
here of this earth!
dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and
they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie)
and let us dance over
smashed words — open
broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked —
smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of
pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable
lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls
have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
if you love me
uoy evol i fi
i love you
em evol ouy fi dna
and i know dear…
i’m still a child
in my heart
tihs ym tae dna
LOL! I do love you!
forgive me. i do
LOVE YOU!!!!!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
even WINGS
in sunlit burst-KISS
me as i purple-pink
you; love
we two know
smiles
as when i hug
the immense whole
of what i see in you
oh God! i should cry
if laughter did not
stumble God telling
me — YES! Two points
of a period within
a comma of life!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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