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Anger’s division ate my heart in bites
so small the moon spun around howling
at wolves — lady / God \ rivers
sequestered Souls; i died within your
arms and death too — we go up and down
with angels whose burning wings light
our Souls
We took refuge in truth and we go up
and down and scratch away lies
— the little lies eat life
|||the bigger you give the bigger
you get and sometimes we forget
the Spirit needs food and we
scratch away the flesh from life
; is such the little death every
day we breath/we live in small
spaces wishing kisses resurrected
Love and all our biggest dreams.
:: 03-08-2019 ::
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:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
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if have i if i
had high while all
little beauties were
dying i had them all
within just ‘me’
is the beauties that
seem to always be
that most pain.
e.p.robles (c)2019
:: 02/09/2019 ::
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my dearest of all Love the piece of me
weeping when alone silently i pray for
touching and kisses as the mockingbird
sings at the lowest point of night
it is your kindess
the cotton-filled pillow of my
dreams When i am tall and walk
the shadow has you there with me When
you are away There then is the prayer:
“To be strong and solid
to have your strength with me
while i am half of us; that we are whole
is the best of any Love.”
Soon, then maybe, we shall be back
together in our Strength. Of all we cherish
and is the sweetest of any moment ever
remembered. Is love.
:: 02-08-2019 ::
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if i am l o n e l y
if now & then i sing praises
of love
of passion
the season must be Spring i like
pink and reds and your lips too
and too tulips when i taste you
Natures most beautiful Flower
there.
By the vally of too passion cries
(thighs) sighs the Aah of
committed expression.
Ah
God
let us die this little Death just now!
:: 02-08-2019 ::
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W O RD S
i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we
look
confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE
Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.
W O RD S
:: 01-24-2019 ::
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MEMORIES are wet streets
reflecting a light
And the distant storm
a table cloth of denial
An edge of coming Winter
razor blades of truth
Endings and beginnings
of wars and songs.
:: 01-24-2019 ::
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I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?
A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.
as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.
:: 01-23-2019 ::
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PREDAWN: my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.
My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.
Life.
An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!
:: 12-24-2018 ::
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