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I TASTED a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human depravity
to hear Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125
I tasted a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human ignorance
to understand Einstein –
E-MC2 is not small fare of ingenuity
I tasted a feeling of profound shame
more than once within a span of life
to read of tyranny –
Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, and Pol Pot
Wonderment is a bitter-sweet taste
it holds no-bar the color of bearer
wept we should and must we be in awe
humanity so beautiful yet so horrific!
::01/07/2014::
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FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
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TODAY I placed
within my purse
an object of
unequaled value
Tucked away
between the liner
and just below
the case of blush
— lays my hidden trust!
It has no diamonds
yet shines
and of scents
it has none either
And hard to see
impossible to be
unless you’re kind
for such is what it’s for
— lays my hidden trust!
::01/02/2014::
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REDUCED I feel so lightly
and say no more than ‘sword’
Gently digging-cutting
so scorned a love as yours
— bleeding–killing vicious
The soul I once so loved
— and gently knew…
withered before
my bleeding eyes
A kiss to you my ghost
and gently sweep away
from dust to dust as most
I once believed in us
But now I lay to rest
this deceased dream I must
::12-30-2013::
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SUCH daze enters
into few hours
beyond my avatar
of senselessness
that crunch
— popcorn tasteless
The piper visited
for his pay
as my universe
spoke to me
a decree:
— “tis no free lunch today!”
Black pepper eyes tear
rose cheeks bleed
the bark of tongue
peels beneath brokenness
a heart torn in part
— between light and dark
Soft skin easily torn
by black raven beaks
eat the pepper-pecked
what eye could not see
blindness shows to me
— love is all there is
Scream lung-flung disease
purge rotten feeling-be
angel piss golden bliss
high heels Diablo made
fracture-me piece-me
— together for another day
::12/28/2013::
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OH my God please allow me
to not realize the fence
academia places between
fame and talent
— none I have
I follow boundaries
none I believe within
But the soul and spirit
love and kick and spit
and dance and kiss
let us be what we are
and heart and hug
what words give us
I love you all
— from the bottom
of my soul and all
I kiss you
love you
adore you
all!
::12/26/2013::
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You ate me — yeah, ate me
slayed me — again and again
nothing begged-nothing said
and you said to me —
do it again and again
I said “hate me” with spit-you
and you drank me all up
sadistic man burn you-soul
I said hate me — don’t slay me
you felt me — feather-soul
said love-me but you don’t know
I hate you waste-you slay me
I’m not the only one
— not the only one
more came–last one
and I hate you-burn you
Slay you–slay me-hate you
god-less soul thunder-bolt
raw-soul hate you-leave me
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I WOKE you from your slumber
not knowing the animal you were
and you ate me — heart and soul
Your bites made me cry
I dove like a feather
against a hurrican sky
you were busy — so busy
tasting my spirit and soul
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
give me the reins of life
I just want to move on…
I want to start over
Yeah — but I realize
there’s nothing left of me
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I’m half of what I use to be
just a pie in the sky
a slice of a feather
floating from hell to heaven
I’m a broken record
nothing more than a skip
across the stylus of love
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
but my head is in my heart
nothing good comes from this
so I cry and laugh all the same
—||—
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I CUDDLED my emotions
when fear brought me roses
and knew that such ways
— as me
can play an instrument
— psychosis
Simpler to just praise it all
the good and bad
— and sad and fears
an occasional bottle
— of broken tears
then to wrap it up
and embrace the birth of death
++()++
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HAVE you seen
the Giant-Small?
It lives in glass
and sleeps in dirt.
One to show
the other to hurt.
Have you seen
the Small-Giant?
It lives in love
and sleeps in gold.
One to hug
the other to know!
:: 1-13-2016
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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