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a step or two into the civilized-wild
just a breath or two from safety
and the stares stabbed me in the heart
and what thoughts they threw i knew
it had to do with the body i grew
sometimes — sometimes i cry enough
but times these times are so damn tough
if i could catch a rocket to the moon
— i would too
i run back into my four-walled universe
where opinion is the hardest, me-on-me
and the only friend i have isn’t flesh
but that special mirror that fixes things
and i cry so tired i cry the world’s tears
:: 02-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dismorphic, #pain, #poem, #poetry, #self-esteem, #society, #youth | posted in Fear, Pain, Poetry, Society, Sorrow, Youth
YOU love simply and love-adore
before the first
tiny footstep
hush baby breath
before
the gift you gave twinkle eye
baby hand hug so tight
your soul beyond the gulf
timeless space-fizzy-place
I live just for now my child
to bring you here — for awhile
thank you for this honor!
such sorrow my time is short…
but we have eternal roles
I shall see you again-again
:: 02-10-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #child, #life, #love, #parent, #poem, #poetry, #reincarnation | posted in Eternity, Life, Love, Poetry, Reincarnation
The greatest cosmic joke:
that humans believe
they are in control
of world affairs
the cosmic Jester
— laughs —
4 Comments | tags: #humanity, #poem, #poetry, #politics, #truth | posted in Poetry, Politics, Psychology, Society, Uncategorized
when words evaporate. such design
threat to a collective — hidden
timeless truths uttered once written
but soon erased. Jefferson.
Lincoln. Franklin and King
the diseased move forward
malignant plans unseen in shadow
911 Pearl Harbor JFK and more
the winds blow
— ice and fire
and sharp needles twice stitch
in half the time
:: 02-15-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #cabal, #censorship, #elite, #nwo, #poem, #poetry, #power, #revisionist, #social engineering | posted in Uncategorized
I am from a simpler time
but the message given now
before the big.
fall
hunger a choice mostly diet
a drive —— across the land
a permit absent
not yet needed
a visit to the market
absent para-police eyeing
and the neighborhood
yet no need for armed watch
but hear I do the coming crash
— not of water but complete
Tyranny….
:: 02-15-2015 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fascism, #fuure, #poem, #poetry, #police state, #wake up | posted in Uncategorized
should not refrain from love
which I pour from fragile heart
tis a thing so gentle-be you see
that I give to only you for life
come here my darling bunny-bride
let us discover new pleasures —
and kiss and lick and nibble
i hear that Spring comes so soon
:: 02-14-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #love, #poem, #poetry, #Spring | posted in Love, Poetry, Romance
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Quite simply, the macabre fascinates me
my readers know and perchance the future too
My words are the actors and your mind the stage
As my parents I too ventured to entertain
albeit in a more sadistically tortured way
The life of a writer is indeed isolation and
the fantasies and cravings of fear and hope
intermingle into a tapestry of literary lies
But therein a nugget of truth between things
as fiction and fact — what is life if not
fact and fiction? We proceed along our path
as though only truth resides on the corporeal
plane. To defy light-of-day reality is to
exist in a world of one’s own fashioned by
bravery, instinct, and honesty.
I wish the future the very best but feel
the cloak of humanity shall do us all in
eventually.
Am I right? Tis so I do believe, yes.
I do.
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fictional dialogue, #life, #literary character, #poem, #poetry, #society, #writing | posted in Art, Life, Poetry, Writing
in the echo i heard your name
a hollow thing rang in heart
inside a bell the bats flew
what i knew i could not see
but my conscious knew it well
we took too much time and today
our paths should have never crossed
my belle dance the shadow night
until we meet another place
another time we’ll give it all
i could ever wish to match
the beauty of this love
this beauty pure simple beauty
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #lost love, #poem, #poetry, #reincarnation, #time | posted in Life, Love, Poetry, Reincarnation
(c) ep robles 2012
i have a box of simple things
and within its walls
i keep memories of you
— on raining days
for my heart when it weeps
so listen to me now
cherish the heart
and its moments
i would rather be alone
then with these memories
has anybody remembered you?
and does your heart ache
when the sun goes down?
i do especially for you
yes i would rather be alone
hearts are made for love
and dirt mixes good in rain
but castles in sand erode
but my love is a wave
i take me with you
each tide away
i believe in you
every day every wave
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #longing, #lost love, #poem, #poetry, #regret, #relationships | posted in Love, Pain, Poetry, Romance
(c) ep robles 2012
exquisite is that thing
— a feeling
heavy but soft
and light as air
all in one
but more than so
a thing seldom
called ‘oh’
‘oh’ is a good taste
like cherry but smells
like a thorn less rose
to see ‘oh’ one must
be in throe —
the throe of ‘oh’
is so delightful
is but a glimpse
of ‘oh-oh’…
but i digress —
the lucky know
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #lovers, #lust, #poem, #poetry, #rapture, #romance | posted in Love, Lust, Poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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