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She, deep star as though
silence listened — far, afar…
bassLevel destruction slick
which we cannot see stand
the million-year labor like
indolent dreams…
and Majesty’s slick-finger
trigger-killing tragedy
kissing the golden tongue
of the smooth voice-fantasy
Opened doors a path-easy
for corner-cutting fools
what mama said, “Dirty-money
only buys the lies…”
and a broken heart,
We choose our ways
and die fulfilled
keeping lies next
to our soul — just another way
yeah, another way we choose to die
:: 10-09-2014 ::
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where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
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A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!
What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise
A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart
We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise
We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,
“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!
:: 09-22-2014 ::
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bastards, you — the one,
when glory is ill
like autumn leaf
falling
crashing
down
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dead like time,
years,
moments ago,
and now caught
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hearts, shining ships
passing thru
harbors burning
sails n’ver wanting
ship wrecked souls
sinking
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down into Davy
Jones’ soul
:: 09-09-2014 ::
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MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know…
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time
It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure
Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!
:: 09-19-2013 ::
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but it was you who asked
for eternal life my love!
Sacrificing sun for the moon,
the lamb for the creeping
thing. Now you say you want
to shop on rodeo Drive during
the day!
I just want to bite you
all over again!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
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And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
He hissed and said
“cold and damp,
is my life,
and times are gone
for all true men
to hide inside
the heart of God”
So disguise is gone
and my face is sun
the summer stench
and i climb the stairs
hearing you scream again
Mother’s dead and father
He is arisen in heaven
I’m too cold and damp
so my weathered friend
I go again into the Scream
of deepest fears again
And still the warm winds
of my long dead friends
sing to me once again,
“Judas died for all
the thievery of our souls,
oh, and deep cold suns
and all the living.”
And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
:: 09-19-2014 ::
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DO you know loneliness?
It has a quaint cottage
next to pain
and they BBQ on Sundays
and share a soft warm tea
when it rains — death is
a neighbor in the attic
of dilapidated homes
that soul with low real estate
:: 07-14-2014 ::
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I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
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I can’t tell you how to live
but I know what dying is like
and can say take each day
and hold it like your child.
kiss it, love it and never let go
:: 05-27-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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