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my life is and will be bitter sweet there on a road
and any road it goes. Waving hello behind me and
many goodbyes before me. When a child my mother rubbed
eggs upon my sick body. The mystery to the universe is
nothing more than ignorance. We are less than children.
And most born so deeply within sleep we never awaken.
Hello. Yes, today was cold and full of tear drops
from a swollen sky. The water broke and the child
was stillborn. It lays within a ditch next to the
homeless squirrel. The dead birds have been dying
mostly near a house close to my heart. My footsteps
are at least two feet from terror and one from
resignation. Humans. We are.
:: 04-03-2019 ::
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:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
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if have i if i
had high while all
little beauties were
dying i had them all
within just ‘me’
is the beauties that
seem to always be
that most pain.
e.p.robles (c)2019
:: 02/09/2019 ::
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WHEN where i have been is Large
and at times i s cre am in the
smallest spots of fear
every thing seems wicked like
as though when you are
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Our well beloved Master called Life
loves it strange and then there too
are the Ones who are Light -lit
creatures bewildered entities
by many names kindred intellects
evoking allegiance to ALL these
wonderouslyStrange spots of Can
We Have wine with that chocolate?
the blue jay has beautiful feathers
and Nature responds,”We love you humans
but the world is Our Own.”
i run back to the spot where i am
dreaming and pick up a glass of water
fighting the greatest warrior called
“Me.”
:: 02-08-2019 ::
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WHEN minds think
the world goes bye
similar to darkness
that eats light
w i l l n e v e r w h o l l y
express Divinity
but e x p o s e any f o o l.
then again my S c r e a m
approves that a Ki s s
within the Dark is
more so delectable
than within the light
— wisdom surpasses
flesh.
:: 01-28-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
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I DIE WITH YOU
IT’S so much — the little THINGS
entered my SOUL & MOUTH so far
AWAY from denial
then, as now, i KNEW you were
SUMMER within WINTER where-ever
time and space folds ; collapses
and tearing at the brain.
is LOVE so beautiful is
the world — revolution time
who is sleeping at the wheel?
We keep track and tack notes
trying to reach out to YOU
— the world of sleeping
beautiful souls. Beautiful
beautiful Ones. So fly away
so fly into Space so wise
werelings flying with YOU;
I LOVE
as you fly into space
so wise //i am with you.
:: 01-24-2019 ::
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I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?
A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.
as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.
:: 01-23-2019 ::
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TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.
Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.
So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.
no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.
:: 01-23-2019 ::
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i am dumb. you caught me eating beach sand
when steak is upon the table. And now my teeth
are crumbling sand castles / as youth begged me
to build my empire? \ i am old. the guardian of
my soul reminds me a hater sees though blind and
lovers be blind but can see \an emptiness felt i
have never filled. The sensitive see more and
the poor eat feasts within their sleep. i weep.
bolts of lightening. laughter created the universe.
wewereso youthful and time yet born when the
few of us decided to explore the ‘place of darkness’
and found life which creates life. i am
dumbfounded. by free will. we all have it but
without choice. ____/\___/\_/\__________
:: 08-29-2018 ::
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