BUSTED purple-daze
all within my head
confection floating;
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
goodbye
burning golden
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me
:: 05.15.2020 ::
i am held within constant gestation;
little dots called glyph s –words
swim within my Soul. L:0ve me if you
will but love me well if you must love
me.
this is another ‘birth’ and its name
is the subject of this tiny xpreshun
of wurd.
;; 05.13. 2020 ;;
WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
price paid!
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
WHAT does it mean when the Sun strikes a thought
within One’s Soul? This i ponder while i walk
the path called Life. What of the thousands of
screams, untold broken dreams and weeping expecting
mothers? Do you remember them? Your mother, sister,
brother or father perhaps forgot to say, “I love you”
or the county clown made you shed tears when you were
eight.
Today I am walking down a path as the Sun strikes into
my Soul; spits them out as words___.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
IF the trees and green pasteurs
find you;
if as when we sat upon a spot
splashed by sunshine then; who
could taste the touch
of Love than most nevered
heard nor seen?
Then come toward me and reach out
we will talk about small things
relieving the Heart of it’s
burdens.
Nature Agrees.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
i saw a man lie down as a dead leaf
(her posture was fragile and elegant)
his – a burden of human grief
And within the gates where the famous lay
are poets, bankers and laymen too
And maybe one day even you
i saw a leaf lie down as a dead man
(his posture was thin, limp and weak)
her posture was green, strong and true
And beyond the gates of Ever-After
is all of me all of you and all of All!
:: 03.30.2020 ::
i can take Life upon my chin
i can take it upon my head
although it makes me sad
when i have to see it all
within my eyes i don’t see
a polite way to make this call
/oh wishing i first had
a vision\for a poor humble
wide-opened poet/ of no age or
time and then of no-more
\life is living while you’re bleeding
each day of Life is closer to Death
oh boy.
:: 03.23.2020 ::
if LOVE then we/AS were-Able to defeat
boredom by familiar Strategies (whispering)
a discovery of unknown lands of each
other’s bodies \AND minds too, yes minds
too is how you Reached Deeply within my Heart
by way of Unique Thoughts my dear love; squish
boredom with my Mind–kissME here and here
and even there!
:: 03.21.2020 ::
DO-liciously said i fell in Love
be(*)(*)Tween your most’ist gloriously
grand trait Oars swiftly guided my
strong and long co AWK went the
swallow chasing her boyfriend
and babies are beautiful in Spring.
:: 03.11.2020 ::
Sky! Lift me gently up
as an infant bruised by life’s measure
& forgive my Spirit for it aches
by the fire
by the brimstone
of Life hard experienced
of Life unforgiven to the end
Sky! Your graceful colors are brilliant
be regal by air rarer than Cherub-breath
be held by no earthly governance
breathe! breathe! life is the glorious
battle! battle! life is the gift for
all victors!
:: 03.06.2020 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.