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I got no right to feel just fine for every sad scream is a human in such pain
But still the sun shines crawling around my skin
I forget because I ate the silver light of the moon
So empty and wasted still I keep a smile deep inside a never-healing wound
So I taped the beginning to the end of my aloneness the ceiling light bulb tried but never could become summer
so we should have known oh, we knew
we should love time and all devices too, that carry our life
I saw and see and have seen past, future, and now the miracle of science a fashion like plastic
a dark and smart secret unknown merry-go-round, a carnival of geeks, freaks, and fat ladies the carny barking words to lure you
But still the sun shines crawling around my skin
I forgot because my girlfriend ate the embryo, I placed inside her
I saw and see and have seen past future and now the miracle of science a fashion police killing us.
:: 05.02.2023 ::
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IN anguish i am alive. As we are whenever
a tear drop has always meant. Fiery and
at times absolute coldness – of all
recorded time and as our yesterdays have
confounded minds always forward toward
a dusty death of revelation.
Always (sometimes?) told by a poet full of
anguish and unrequited love —
that which signifies Nothingness.
:: 10.13.2021 ::
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i believe completely your affection
for my mental state, have you considered
we are two people caught between courage
and that lingering finger staring around
the ring of your finger?
i did not come here seeking life-lessons
that mother would never teach me at home:
i can taste the smell of your Soul
— you gave the band of Gold around fingers
your emotional trust.
:: 07.31.2020 ::
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it was 1493 when i, the little boy, ventured across
the hills toward Anchiano.
there i was found being thirsty and asked an old
man for water. He was Leonardo da vinci — he
said. My father taught me how to fight: my mother,
how to be gracious for a kind gesture.
i had never met a soul as him and he showed me
a painting and some notes. Asked if I was schooled.
No. Just in life to survive i replied.
Thanking him i left behind a remarkable
soul.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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THE world is committed to insanity;
our words stacked as skyscrapers
allow ants characters to escape
flooding water
as drowned bodies float
past the windows of office space.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
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i see your tears
hidden by years
of hiding yourself.
So sad, so lonely
So hard to have courage
within this world.
But i see your feelings
See me, see us, beautiful
like a rainbow.
Show me your smile
to see you laughing
makes them crazy.
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
So never be discouraged
So hard to be yourself
within this world.
And I see your love
And I see your strength
And that is why I love you!
So never be afraid
Never to be afraid
being afraid is dying.
:: 12-10-2017 ::
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My little one, my little one!
Where have you gone?
Beneath the little bed perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
My little one! Hide and seek
is your favorite game but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
Life has given you the key to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
My little-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide beneath the little bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
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i saw me coming out of living life
where i am the tallest small no thing
and if what i have become IS thinking
changing and changing living, my lies
tear a hole inside what i could never
kill but i’ve tried and the clock tics -me
off- in all its talking about precious time
within a flickering stream and how i
choose to remember everything
||i remember every thing that begins with “a”
and through “z” and many other
symbols of expressive thought
my sweetest memory of fire:
till angry said it was pleased
and i turn around in the end
and see it all; flash bulb
of all that happened and
being alone in this stain of time
i return to being a sheep
in hay and every POUNDING MOMENT
of relentless time says ‘i must
move further from this and must
go.’
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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there comes a moment when i die every day, and sometimes the
taste of lemon in my mouth and sometimes a fragrance of
regretful roses which stuns me since i forgot what love
smells like, mostly. i remember my childhood on sidewalks
on a tricycle and how i counted creases between slabs
of concrete never knowing i measured moments of
how my life would unfold — i think life is small feet
upon pedals where we sometimes slip and scrap our ankles.
When we are young and small the world is a very tall and
scary place; when we’re grown it’s even more so.
i remember ice cream and a bright moon at night too.
Mostly i remember freedom from all ideology and prejudice
which i have fiercely tried to keep within my heart.
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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