BE still bea-
ting aching
d
y
i
ngLY
wishing dream(ing)
h e A R T
when nowhere lines
the treeline of
life and com-
passion! Be well
beating fists
upon my mind!
over Ocean’s voice
through seagull’s throat
that mortal path
beneath restless
d r e a m s
TO WISH is butterfly
wings! To awaken:
rebirth of Life!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought; like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more
:: – ::
Lithely wandered my Soul
a flight untethered by
flesh and fear
wandered I! Not lonely
but within a cloud
whose grand shadow
covered Mountains!
When Bespectacled —
my eyes! By hosts
, those golden fields;
daffodils between my
locked beating heart!
All thoughts be
fluttering-twisting
in the breeze!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another
life!
:: 06-05-2015 ::
WHAT fear that burns!
that all the eye can see —
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
lost within its night…
on a beautiful day
of mourning light!
:: – ::
I wash away all of me
wash away my troubles too
I wash away the dirt of life
oh yeah yeah I heard I was
a human one day
laughed but only
inside // so let illusions
stand but no taller
than all of me
I hear everyone is hateful and all
are kind so sorrowful are humans
the greatest artwork by God
Everyone kind Everyone like me
Everyone like no thing —
we are just the One who smiles
yea yea yea let your heart shine!
Bleeding, she knew
little red rivers
and eddies of pain
born curse of life!
And she wore white
unknowing at 13
sorry you didn’t see
raging rivers today
Her heart said:
“I’m ready!”
except blood,
blood you know!
And the world crashed
but she stood up,
said, “I cant’ remember
anything” So steady!
“I Think I deserve to be”
what is the question?
Oh so alive! Alive!
I’m so…soooo alive!
Still alive!
\
AND shattered the Little
GlassEyed people’s vision
And blind couldMan see
IF gappingSoul hearts feel!
I shatter(ed) words
likeStar burst novae;
Each word
an egg to give
Mental-Birth!
F E E L
:: 05-11-2015 ::
like the never-knew mind!
By motion that bigLarge
something which life could
never move!
And these Oceans!
all emotion by
the loved-eyes
of heartWaves!
All emotion.
:: 05-11-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
A DEAD SEED IN THE SOIL
THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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