EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’
‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’
i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion
:: 07.16.2020 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
inside the MOUTH of the sun
frail invaders come as i have crawled
to the corona of the lone cactus — day
and night are both and none: space is
full of surprises and sandstorms the glitches of time.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
BORN within the C R-A-C-K
of road and gutter fighting Tears like
no other feed me; feed us; save the
fetus [if not for the madness
within the air (BRAIN!)
maiming us_____/\/\
/\___]it’s okay to SCREAM\
the horror of this DAY!
oh rain oh rain oh REIN!
the virus of covered9’s
upSIDE down (listen now)
are three by three – OH!
–>digging within the brain
–no rain!
:: 07.10.2020 ::/
/
/
her mouth is like the
fine bust of all sounds
\life given /now re-
ceived/wander through space
my profound love with a
hidden face.
(could not help it)
i had a Thought i made it a, “She”
and loved my Thought-Girl
love my Thought-Girl…
i & n o w wonder — thinking thoughts
all by myself to wonder and long
for my Thought-Girl: where can she
be /oh you..]?
i had a Thought
i made it a girl
and she left me/so now i hate thoughts\
but feelings are me.
oh feelings oh bye thoughts!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
\ Upon one hand is a large finger —
then the other a butterfly
oh hear the fallen rain! the gutters
of my lonely heart — it sings;
a melody before here unheard of!
The Smallest is a Thing of no name
barely, an echo of memories
–and just the same! Such a strain
upon this stain that still remains,
within my soon fragmented brain –,
the smallest thing; as butterflies
having taken flight from dark memories.
AND i remain always the same.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
LOVE like dreams come true
as i am thinking of you
SWEET sleep like every night
that;
i go through
not forgetting of you
but having love-like dreams
all of you
Then at times i am dreaming
of why i cannot forget you
Because of you
that i shall never meet you
no, i could never hate you
instead i have sweet dreams
of you.
:: 05-07-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
MY heart. Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
Is how my teeth have
broken.
Now mumbling.
Babbling nonsense!
:: 10-15-2018 ::
Holy is the feeling of you with me
marching through life with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time
but all these feelings of mine
allow me to cure pain
to endure the bite of my Mind
When you’re with me
beside me and not
against life you’re
with me /. Marching through Life
with this heartbreak called RUIN.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
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