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MY HEART IN HOT SUMMERS

MY heart in hot summers have I
rejoiced while heat has spiked
my chest — as watching the sun
sink below purplest colors
of pink and darkening clashing
tears of mightiest strength
and the joy of love and
children’s laughter do always
save my soul and heart
gives me defying peace
and erodes scorn — my
lone might against darkness
opposing!

:: 03-10-2019 ::


WISHING KISSES RESURRECTED LOVE

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 ::


t HeGreat est won deful my SteR y

t
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won
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my
SterR

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of
Al
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is
tru
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ve

:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


HELL IS A GOOD DEFENSE

it comes at night and seems to
, it seems to grip my heart ; i
die? –>so, case in point –>
i’ve been so bad, but not as bad
as this world: my mother said
i too shall suffer for all my sins
(ooh oh ooh) oh love! And now
Heaven save me from my evil deeds
and oh hell help me while i clean
these wounds : what i am is all
anyone could be /a victim of
being human ///…////keep away
from me man! MY lover is an angel
that kiss-tells me all i need is a
good defense against ewe-you, ha,
uh hmm. \\\

:: 02-28-2019 ::


SPECTACULAR ENTERTAINMENTS

Sitting so little is
so.  this little
would-be bride in
a kind of cellophane
black candy dress
like misery reaching
it’s hand tearing fine
garments of feelings
I am becoming millions
of broken shards of
eyes that find me
so disgusting
blue windows and pink rooftops,
dirt, sunrises, sewage ditches

and the petals of
picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator
my eyes still blind
from prehistoric light
while the screams and
moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham

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