In love, and half mad. I am stronger
holding my tongue and swear to nothing.
no one knows what it means
no one knows me
Inside i’m dead
that sound? a flute?
retribution for being
more than the life
god gave me?
Who knows?
And who is mad?
:: 09-23-2017 ::
Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
Don’t want to leave. I can feel you so close to the right side of my soul.
But I feel how you stole my vision, drove me from myself so you can fill
your meaningless world. our only child | i forgot how love felt when i became devoured by horror with a hand, a soul. i got you to agree.
~~ she went into the front door
~he sent me to a place i never knew
the skies were bleeding blood
~~ she left me alone to deal with our youngest child
~~ i now wander alone.
Within the darkness and my soul.
Drowning inside my strong will and I can’t break free.
The deepest river of love ~~~ is good enough for me.
:: 07.11.2022 ::
I like hammering nails and speaking in foreign tongues
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like holding my hammer in my hand
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like bringing fire and singing in churches
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like crunching bread and all hell breaking loose
cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
the things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped:
are my deepest shameful behavior
All I have to do is stay off the quiet roads
i will continue to drive slow
cause I like repeating words and knowing what I don’t know
cause I like me and I like me and I like me
sleeping inside a fitful sleep and dreaming of hammering nails
speaking in foreign tongues cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
nothing at all.
:: 10.17.2020 ::
between thoughts
such depth
my heart sank
–today.
The widow of Souls
now am i –? or
a mirage of god’s
weaker image?
this does NEVER
matter within my
own heart; i am
any-and-everything
i wish to be.
& MORE!
:: 07.22.2020 ::
Far from me far from self
far from help like the stars
and all the props
of living large
is the hidden face
from the cruel
but smiling mirage
of eternal dreams
So i run away from my skin
far from me far from self
like a calm nest of rattlesnakes
or drowning Jesus aside passing ships
And in all despair i raise my arms
and leap into the air toward
the house that God has built
and wish upon that falling Star
far from me
far from help
:: 04-29-2019 ::
WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved
:: 07-05-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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