E.P. Robles | Poetry

i live inside a child’s heart
a broken toy like blue monday
manufactured reject and i
smile with chocolate all across
myFACE. i have no feelings
they left when the wages
became too low for me to live
and most feelings — it’s the
way strong souls live yeah
it’s something in the way
yeah, we survive.
i sprung a leak and Moses
says the ark left and i must
swim but i’m okay cause i have
no feelings left and the fish
swim the same way without feelings
oooh yeah, it’s something like me
yeah, me. it’s the way i see you
and the world: i love colors
but hate the flesh and the way
it needs my meat but not my heart
so i sprung a leak and Moses knows
FEMA comes with guns to make things
right and the fish look at me —
they have no feelings like me
so i’m a blue monday manufactured
reject

:: 07-23-2015 ::

WHEN if-THEN i find
emptiness
alone is this
domain: visits me
whose grand name
is without words —
that delves me
like the moan
of a kitten
wishing mice
or a universe
thirsting to
reclaim my own:
i know their coming,
by couriers and
uninvited whims:
who delivered me
unto flesh and
now take the flame
they claimed —
BUT I ROAR
i am no life to
take but yours
i keep inside of me!

:: 07-21-2015 ::

SOMETIMES and mostly many times
we are dead.  i wished alive but
mostly the heavy head in the
thickest mud and dried ground
by ages of beaten fists of time.
We were all babies once so pure,
clean, and unblemished…
the most of humans were this
but some still are!
too few, too late.
? i am not sure of this
and still stirs within me
a hope brighter than the sun
— when it comes (i do believe)
all things will change.
And the name?  The Name IS
and ALWAYS WAS!

:: 07-21-2015 ::