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PERFECT MARY

i found all the world within a sidewalk crack sitting downtown
so many soles walking over sadness and shadows of yesterday hey hell!
i apologize.
(I’M SINGING THIS SONG)
+++ wicked sassy guitars scream:
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WE all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be? Especially on Saturday night
(got a bottle of booze from hidden magic )
Some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
(without a bad man or guitar?)
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
(riffs of love ooh! )
Would not wish to be you
I would \\\with a gaping wound of salt; who takes my
left hand living and dying bitching beautiful songs and i sing
I’m a bad man — they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?

When i am close to nirvana road -=- yeah move along! I saw her move
to thte table and she ate silence and those eyes who loved table —i
threw the dice and she made me see snake eyes and we left — i was
a bad man getting it on. getting it on!

i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.

:: 11.20.2020 ::


FIRE MEETS FIRE

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(c) E.P. Robles 2012

ONE fire burned that for another
FIRE consumed an admiration —
God’s gift of gifts to all
that Beethoven adored Mozart
Sixteen age years he traveled
and once within the music room
Mozart, in no mood to meet the boy
— a prodigy like Wolfgang, said:
“Play me something…” — said he
C minior Piano concerto
“No not that, anyone can play!
Let flow what you have written”
and Beethoven did – stroke a fire
Said Mozart, “Stanzi, Stanzi,
one day he will give the world
something to talk about.”

:: 03-22-2014 ::