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A SINGLE BREATH
A SMALL ROCK CALLED EARTH
A piece of the sky _
ate my heart
in silence oh no mother yes, everynight.
i was always born left of wrong and further into
this ever-night of howling moon. No matter what i do___
and the river loaded with questions and babbling brooks
speak, “if you’re dead too love me too.”
I’m going up and going down and screaming love for life
and tearing at my brains — oh, my memories kill.
How my body died before i was born __ how my wings melted
falling down toward Earth and wondering why oh why
did i ever fall here upon the small rock called Earth?
Oh. Yes, a piece of the sky ate my heart in silence.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
WHAT IS LOVE THAT LOVE DOES?
WHAT is love that love does?
Oh n’ver dies!
Shall by choice or cupid’s whim?
Our hearts decidedly care thou
art more lovely than itself as Life.
As when and then everywhere as rough winds
change life as furious seasons may,
as processional change touch brilliant stars
and as summer’s lease hath too kindly
memories of love without losing.
To be half a part of what life gave
this by chance or heaven’s course
untrimm’d; what o’ love is love
that love does?
oh n’ver dies!
:: 10.05.2021 ::
MY MOTHER AND OUR LOVE
MY MOTHER said she loved me
and bar tended drinks to keep
me clothed.
AND ONE NIGHT: she was raped
and I fought two brute men
and they destroyed mother
and me.
I wept. She wept.
The howl of despair ate
our Souls.
Then there we knew humanity
and all its pain within our
heart.
She died recently.
I died then. Many years ago.
:: 10.03.2021 ::
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:
\
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 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – LIII
I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing i feared within my mind
a thing too!
Split by half in such unknowns
i strove to know:
Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tired to stitch
the past when love was good!
But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul.
:: E.P. ROBLES (c) 2018::
:: 05-15-2014 ::
:: 10-20-2018 ::
HOW YOU FEEL SO ALIVE
HUG me but leave me alone
tonight kiss me but say nothing
harvested feelings come and go as
ghosts weeping for you and me
watching how we changed: smooth skin to lines
firm convictions weakened tells me there is more
i held the hand of failure and watched how love died
like we never had brakes once so alive and now changed
i watched the sun explode like nothing ever before seen
and once so alive — watched it change.
you left me alone / months into years and decades gone \ and its
like you never went away always alive and eating my insides.
watching how we changed ah oh ah i watched the sun explode.
i look at the plot of ground
and the green grass of Earth
tomb stone and words with tears
it is like you never went away
still so alive.
:: 05.03.2021 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XVI
The morning eye dew
i love it sees a new day untouched
a breath of sight so grand
a peace-inner speak-eye!
Tussle the bed sheets;
a flag that Nation for the sleeper
my Anthem made of murmur whisper-speak
my tender love!
And each morning to awaken
do i see my Nation
next to me that Anthem
her name and lips her voice;
angelic bliss!
:: 03-26-2014 ::
LOVE, FEAR, LUST OR GREED
Love, fear, lust or greed?
A thousand diseases blowing in the wind;
the hungry voices of hatred eating each side!
i caused pain within my life, that i did,
deciding at birth to give care upon
the blue marble i landed upon with baby feet.
i uplifted the crust of Mother Earth,
and swift torrential rush of drama-death;
only mockingbirds sing at night sweetly.
And the starRock light stabs the night
falling, falling, falling everywhere
is the moon and Her Light!
Blossoming memory: well the last days
of winter, of my life which was as full of
dim, mystic musings, and when one day,
my soul was high, and my body was a fountain,
my mind in cloudy wisdom;
as i had been taught a certain
manifestation of guilt, then i understood
the meaning of life!
So i climbed down from the high-place, in
my heart, and in my mind, each life cycle,
chased with the fall of leaves, cradled in
the arms of the earth bringing back meaning of life
each hour of every day.
As i did so, i put in a stasis a profound
tree-spirit; my movements in time could not be
restored, my mind was silent, an image seen
in my consciousness was born of my broken heart,
it was born of care for my precious soul!
But the sacred tree-spirit i brought
to life was proud, it ignored me,
it stayed on the heights of my mind!
i knew that even the past has a home in the future,
that the stars which never fall in the rain,
their waves have no end, have risen in the trees
of my life, and a new dawn was coming.
It filled me with hope.
:: 01.16.2021 ::
SILENT THOUGHTS IN THE COLD RAIN
When someone is afflicted with an illness, there are those who believe it is all in their head.
If this were true, it is because we are humans, and humans cannot see the universe.
When a person is surrounded by a loud and excited group of people, not one of them would be
capable of understanding the complexity of the universe, the infinite, and the subtlety of
an individual’s mind.
If all were to see, we would have to see a single and limited universe. The creation of this
illusion is the foundation of cancer treatment. The goal is to make the person, no longer in
control of their thoughts, think their sickness is in their head. They are told their thoughts
are sickness, and that their thoughts are not real. They are told they are not a sick person,
they are a crazy person.
This makes it almost impossible for them to wake up and see they are a human being and not a
crazy person. This theory has always amazed me because it has been proven to be the most dangerous
and effective lie on the planet. If we all saw the universe as it is, how could we possibly
want to create something to protect us from it? A story we create with all of our wants, all
our fears, and most importantly, our hate? A story we live to become the newest invention
of the universe? If we are all intelligent beings, then the very idea of a creator must be absurd.
In order to have this illusion, if this were really a trap set by the universe, the traps would be inescapable. It has to be this way. If the world is a lie, the traps are inescapable. For those trapped inside their lies, every day is hell. The only escape is to kill your belief and realize the truth. This is not a matter of escaping in the normal sense, but a matter of escaping through the truth. A truth so extreme that everyone will ask themselves, is it worth it?
This is the only life we have, and we are only here for a very short time. What if we were to live an extraordinary life, and not be forced to follow the rules we’ve all agreed upon? What if we stopped being called “lives,” and started being called “lives in action?” What if we could ignore our fears and heal each other? What if we weren’t forced to create our own world and only follow the rules we actually wanted to follow? What if we finally reached our truth and achieved our happiness? The only question left to ask is, is the balance of the universe in our favor?
:: 12.18.2020 ::
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