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could a Heart made of Poetry
ever die ; into the ferocious
tied-lips of Life?
as a free bird —
poets are c l i ng
to me dear and sir:
as a bird
as life washed me clean
so warm and dry ; cleansing all
of the bluish wine-stains
and splattering’s of vomit,
we never lost the touch
that meant to mean so much
–dying embers of deliriums
and grinding rhythms of my
Love; i came to know the
skies and even the rock below
; i know the evening, and like
rising Phoenix of Spirit
as stress and fear roll back
as waves into the distances —
their eyes crying regretful
tears.
:: 07132020 ::
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why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know
:: 07.28.2020 ::
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it was 1493 when i, the little boy, ventured across
the hills toward Anchiano.
there i was found being thirsty and asked an old
man for water. He was Leonardo da vinci — he
said. My father taught me how to fight: my mother,
how to be gracious for a kind gesture.
i had never met a soul as him and he showed me
a painting and some notes. Asked if I was schooled.
No. Just in life to survive i replied.
Thanking him i left behind a remarkable
soul.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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Ernest Robles
4:38 PM (3 minutes ago)
to me
YOUR ADVICE
OCEAN SEA orchids
chase my life like
a drowning human locked
within your Jonesy Box
as depth as a water-trap
ocean ate-your-flesh
and left priceless complaints
— all deep within an ocean-cold
ice/falling below depts__
maybe eating orchids of wondrous
remedies i came across fallen angel’s
hair and partook within baby’s breath
/the world thrown down — ruinous
unbiblical nooses and racial complaints
! hell no. enough is enough NOW.
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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my mud are my smiles
so she asked me
are you lik,e Libra
eating my Soul
from within your
magnet Heart: i
thought and then wrote
precis of illusionary
words and unforgiveable
advice that taxed me:
crystal spine; it’s every
thought of your mind:
everything eating orchids
and placenta-angel breath
i barreled down so i could
confess back! Hey!
every thought
goes through your priceless
mind.
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.
(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Polly gone
oh polygon
what quadri-
laterals you
possess!
two-dimensional
(go) figure made
up of straight sides
(besides myself)
oh Polly’s gone
prolly so i still see
your shadows within
my head but full fleshed
within my beating heart
is why Polly’s gone
oh polygon what quadri-
laterals you possess!
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
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i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most
So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding
:: 07.15.2020 ::
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within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
feeling (like
feeling) oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.
:: 07.14.2020 ::
[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]
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