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Joy — Thou Spark of Heav’n’s delight
Born of some Eternal Place
We, alight — with fevered Heart
Seek Thy Everlasting Grace!
Thy Hand doth mend where we divide
The fractured souls — by custom spurned
And Men — like Brothers side by side
Beneath Thy Wings have returned.
He who dares the noble quest
To bind a Friend within his care
Or finds the Heart of Woman blest
Let him in thy Rapture share!
And though one Heart may claim but One
He joins — the grand Jubilant Line
Yet those who’ve wandered all alone
Shall mourn outside Love’s Design.
Creation drinks from Joy’s pure breast!
And good and ill upon her trail
All kiss the Vine by Heaven blessed
For Friend and Love shall never fail.
The worm within his quiet hole
Finds Bliss beneath the clod
And even Angels fold their wings
In Joy — before their God!
Gladly like the Suns that sweep
Through Heav’n’s vast and noble Plan
March, my Brethren, hand in hand
In Joy — like Heroes — stand!
:: 09.24.2024 ::
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THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips
and found God behind a rock my feet deep inside the sand
So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
into the man i now am no more begging the dog
next door to stop barking or cussing taking out the trash
ah i got the scars from this world i have a sternum broken in parts
how strange i now enjoy watching the air standing in small spaces
for you for me smelling the flower-mouth of this open-mouthed day
Life tell me more oh tell me more Whether Spring, Summer or Fall
and like Winter — you make it all smell as flower-Spring
My satellite
My love
My self
:: 11.05.2021 ::
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The taste of your skin and the color of your heart
i’m crying
i’m singing
when we touched our lips in twilight
i see blue eyes weeping
tell me, when we hugged goodbye
was your heart always beside us
in memories of vain; through years
and journeys and moons and suns,
as children cry out for joy when
it rains when it rains
Love as a dry earth burgeoning that
it did not know// someday when we
met younder the gallop of horses,
the infinite perfume of a dusty earth
that everything you spoke, everything
from your skin that everything comes
back to my mouth.
i’m crying
i’m singing
like newborn bread:
and with you i become born again
in the rain.
:: 10.10.2020 ::
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CASTED away
as an island
out at sea
i ate the
sunlight see?
with a mouth
larger than it
should be i
swallowed the
bright bee.
Sets me free
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:: 07.21.2020 ::
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PONTIUS PILATE
ANCIENT land
old ancient tongue
(mysteries unrevealed)
hate my longevity
hate my Heart
An old man hauling sand
asked me a for a coin
of a Roman figurehead — Pontius Pilate!
your part of the Crucifixion
was marked not only in Human history
but within the Celestial Heavens
the summer cooks grass
and life — history cooked all those
who were too blind! Mad! Mad!
Ancient Land – 2020 now —
crazy hearts crazy Souls
unhinged — too (haaaaaa!) Blind!
Mad! Mad!
:: 07.08.2020 ::
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“i’m listening,” i said.
“Well?…”
The words said:
“TELL me how a star can fall
Show me how to avoid it all
Touch my fish bowl but never
Never push me over — WATER!
The nostalgic drink for life
LOVE! — an elixir that
causes changes i’m trying to
hold it all TOGETHER!
i’m puppetized by you
Inside a deep State of You
I’m pauperized within me
Holding on holding on to
you-owe-you just you –”
U N G L U E D___!
:: 03.22.2020 ::
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THREE nails, one in each hand
then one through both feet
seals the bidding of Time
And Spear of Longinus
a thrust burst forth
His blood falling upon
Longinus’ eyes
who before, a blind Roman
centurion now cured
the miracle of sight
now believed in Jesus
pierced the side
bringing forth terrible
skies and shaking earth
There hung upon Helena’s Nails
for all The World to Know.
:: 05-07-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
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Yeah.
I’ll never take, “No”
as an ANSWER –> no sir!
AND in the fall’s first
day of my baby’s sun going
down — when the sun
goes down! I’m like -some
thing/when that sun went down.
and everyone’s like, “oh,
like …baby when that sun
went/goes down! When it’s
oh like when it’s light-like
your baby will know in that
ever_loving lasting LOVE
then you know that SUN NEVER
GOES DOWN! yea — it never
goes down!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
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I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger
and I point towards the sky
making all things good!
:: 12-04-2014 ::
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I have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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