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October 13, 2023

TIRED IN THE SUNRISE

By EPRobles

What ‘if’ isn’t hesitating?  Those like us who burn in a midst of already
forgotten proclivities?  

The memory of a worm at the level of a shoe has more comprehension than
a  human brain today.  It’s a flying bird sitting upon a tree branch.  At the
level of a statue whose computer rages within a digital age of phosphorization
of Elon’s satellites.  The color of these glasses are pink in love or torrid lightning
As salt and pepper are tastes of a nutrition of alerts like napkin furniture

Historically the retreat of pastures who view a burning fire with their relentless
disinfecting tongues as swords of hate are the future — like pristine advisors
of death where retro doors are seen

I adore the reddish pillows like Koi fish which my head sleeps upon dreaming new
worlds as they cut waves with ciphered.  

I am who I am.

:: 10.12.2023 ::

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October 13, 2023

GOD’S RECREATION

By EPRobles

The egg of love is beautiful
like a first sunlight
of beautiful love

praise for this season
praise from the womb

Like creatures of nature
living and believing
is the heart of all

Tears from heaven are
pure droplets of rain
cleansing human skin

Mine is a mind of Eden
believing in Creation
God’s recreation.

:: 10.12.2023 ::

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October 9, 2023

TWO FINGERS TO PLUCK BEAUTY

By EPRobles

SEVEN birds(flying
through a silver thought)dive:
ing i
-nto
autumn
colors
heavy
(each crying
together the
many
one
-ness)seven
spirits
trying to save
their souls
believing they’re alone
but a single mys-
tery(watches you change
| into a butterfly …
) silence.
You are the Flower.
And I say you are the One
in the soil that grows love
so alive ~ I watched you change. I plucked you up and took you home and placed you in glass and watched you die. It was Weeks while I watched
you metaphoroze into love
so alive and full of colors.
It’s like you knew me.
Like you found me.
A flower of love.

:: 10.09.2023 ::

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October 7, 2023

A HEART FOREVER BROKEN

By EPRobles

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words
and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.

From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing
as I write the saddest words of this night.

As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.

How depth was deeper than any other depth
that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.

Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her
breaking physics and eternal rules.

that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.

so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.

The feeling of night — the feeling day

both weighing heavily upon my Soul.

:: 010.07.2023 ::

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October 3, 2023

The Mirror Dance

By EPRobles

In mirrors’ dance, where shadows glide,
Where swinging doors did once reside,
There stands a girl, by glass embraced,
In wings of salt, her form encased.

Oh very young one

From distance vast, a figure nears,
A motionless stance, he veers,
He queries you, the mirrors sing,
In whispered echoes, they take wing,

Reflecting truths in swift ballet,
Like birds that grace the sky’s grand play,
With love’s sweet swing, they shimmer bright,
In endless flight, their hearts take flight,

Oh very young one

As dreams of salt, the girl envisions,
Mirrored in her soul’s collisions,
In Dickinson’s rhyme and spirit’s flight,
This tale of glass, in dance, takes flight.

:: 010.02.2023 ::

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September 29, 2023

LOVER SPEAK TO ME

By EPRobles

I love you not for your beauty
I do not love you for your skin
I do no love you for your lips

I love you for your mind
I love you for your heart
love you for your soul

As you walk through the night
while the moon follows mortals
the meadow lit as the loving soul
which heaven and Earth never denies
half of day between the night
is more than shades of any light
as lovers kissing within twilight.

:: 09282023 ::

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September 29, 2023

Don’t You Forget About Me

By EPRobles

In the quiet realm where shadows weep,
Do the dead find solace in eternal sleep?
I, a wanderer in the land of dreams,
Ponder upon life’s relentless streams.

Beside my mother, where safety lies,
Amidst the echoes of bullets that flies,
My face, a canvas of fear so deep,
Haunted by the secrets that I keep.

In the midst of chaos, my soul takes flight,
Lost in the darkness, seeking the light.
What is this existence, this dance we tread?
A gap between teeth, or a soul unfed?

Does life consist of mere worldly gains,
Or the whispers of wind, the patter of rains?
Hit me up when the monsters play,
When murderous babies and priests hold sway.

Actors on channels, their faces masks,
Burial plots leased in the shadows’ grasp.
My father prays, my sister bled,
Like Jesus, she rests, among the dead.

Ghosts, like lovers, court me near,
On this night of fright, where darkness sears.
Out of sight, my fears take flight,
Kiss me, Mama, in this endless night.

I slumber now, as the dead may do,
In the embrace of dreams, I find you.
In the silence deep, my soul is led,
Sleeping like the dead, I rest my head.

:: 09.28.2023 ::

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September 29, 2023

NATURE HAS TWO PEAKS

By EPRobles

…MY  borealis lit the lip-sky! EVER!
and she walks,  her remaining
soul forever   sweet roaming.     moving like
two [opportunity] rivers chasing
the dream of me
And my mind tries when gazing upward
from the ground to the sky i saw
two peaks like a flavor [so much
so much more than creative paintings]
— it’s man.
We need our dessert before
death…yeah I possed you and hated you.
My shyness//her [va]kindness
I kissed the pink flowerLOVE
she shivered i lovely death.

:: 01-22-2015 ::

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September 19, 2023

Many Bruises Paint Love

By EPRobles

Upon the canvas of my heart, I paint,
With words as brushes, colors & love’s constraint,
In metered lines, my soul’s emotions flow,
In voice, this love I long to show.

The world may wonder at my quiet ways,
But in my verses, love forever stays,
A whispered secret in each tender word,
A song of passion, yet so seldom heard.

The meter beats, like heartbeats in the night,
Each syllable a flicker of love’s light,
And though I dwell in solitude’s embrace,
In words and meter, love finds its place.

Oh, love, the muse that guides my trembling hand,
In voice, you’ll always understand,
In simple words, I pen my heart’s decree,
In metered verses, love’s eternity.

:: 09.18.2023 ::

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September 19, 2023

THE LUNGS OF THE FOREST

By EPRobles

THE WORLD ate the lungs of the forest
and HUMANS escaped the pain to answer
this little WORLD who they made crazy

Why do mouths lick their lips
and politicians line their pockets with
the blood of bleeding people’s tears?

The devil is knocking upon the living’s door.
. drop your religion of deceit and hate___
how is it when little creatures eat your feet
you praise their words and move on? Haze
and confusion and how i try to step forward…
is somebody gonna save the world? Save the World.

Angels falling — purer than purest pure
whisper of a whisper s0(big with innocence)
forgivingly a once of eager glory.no
more mi8racle may grow — praise god who has
many names and the devil has many more

i walked the miles and awoke the same. In the voice
inside my hEAD. Torturing the words of the rocks
rolling — the day i tried to live bruised my soul
all over. The day mother and father died i knew
we’re alone: say, ‘one more time to die? one more
time around this circus cloud of pain.

The pain was great and hated how my face melted the
paint i brushed across my pure face — so one more
time around, one more time around the joke of how
i tried to live.

:: 10.21.2021 ::

A REWRITE:

06.22.2023

IN THE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS

This global sphere, feasting upon the forest’s breath,
and MANKIND evades accountability’s sharp glare,
for this frenzied microcosm, of their creation laid bare.

Why do lips flirt with hunger’s dance,
and those in power garnish their gains,
with the sorrow of the silent – their cries merely stains?

The shadow of evil raps upon the entrance of the living,
abandon your religion of duplicity and loathing, unforgiving,
why is it, when minute beings nibble at your foundations,
you laud their actions and proceed with no reservations? The fog
of uncertainty swallows, and my attempt to stride forth…
will anyone rise to shield our earth? To save our Earth.

Seraphs tumble — pristine beyond pristine’s core,
a hush echoing innocence, so vast in its roar,
benevolently, an ounce of bygone splendor.no
further miracles may bloom — bless the divine of many faces,
and the fallen one who surpasses in traces.

I journeyed the distance, yet woke untransformed. In the echo
within my consciousness. The torment of stone’s tales
in perpetual motion — the day I dared to live bruised my essence
once more. The day when mother and father ascended, I grasped
our solitude: ask, ‘once more dance with mortality? once more
circle this spectral cloud of torment.

The torment was vast, and detested the distortion of my countenance,
the paint my own hands had gently caressed across my untouched visage — so once more
circle this circus, one more lap around the jest of how
I tried to live.

:: 06.22.2023 ::

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