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confession: my life is emotion
more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better
a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk
and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage
a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotion — my dwelling hole
and at times the mountain peak
but often a middle ground —
therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word
that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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My angle visited me just today
and she brought along her tricks
and they blew me away this day
She held within her hand
a butterfly so beautiful
and it spread it’s wings
and my soul-field covered
in her love butterflies
and Van Gogh died today
Today I saw my paint dry
and the canvas prayed
never let that brush go
Today, my hat I tipped
that soul a flavor gold
and I said…
fly on angel
fly through my skies
fly with my colors
My brush I threw away
a painter is a hand
but she’s my heart
:: 04-02-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #confession, #love, #man, #passion, #poet, #poetry, #song, #woman | posted in Love, Lust, Poetry
Beside of me
and into me
Poseidon’s spear thrust
heaving chalice breasts
and white cap foamy waves
what sin
no shame of me
nature does what she need
:: 04-01-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #lovers, #lust, #passion, #poet, #poetry, #sex | posted in Life, Love, Lust, Passion, Poetry, Romance
We were humanity born in the sixties
and lost our faith through the filth
and watched our life arrested in surrender
and saw social fabric erode in methodology
once taught by Marx and Lennin and didn’t know
that the fire burned beneath my feet until
I felt the fire burn my soul and then I knew
a generation — skipped through the cradle
and upon the faces of my children
and then I was angry at the socio-paths
those angry maladjusted criminals
who deny individuality and hard work
that they think government knows truth
a flip-flop of cosmic proporations
the ones — little filth – who demand
control of a festered dream of filth
To wish that they take away liberty
and freedom and self-governance
Fuck you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
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love did you call my name
i was dying in the meadow
by that brook we used to walk
and i remember, too our words
said you — if you love me
you will never walk away
I said dear, there’s no shame
that love caught us two
and the brook sings the same
Her throat washes our souls
in a babble-song for time
and I saw a fawn dancing
the kiss of God bouncing
an orange ball upon the sky
And we dance and angels cry
the dance of life and tears
and the prancing fears
If we cry, angels know dear
and the oceans rise, I know
from the tears of lovers
Pain, Love and Life
all the same in this world
colors of a world in pain
I’m the priest of all salvation
underneath the tears of confession
keep the faith of all my passion
I’m still in love with you
still a place to love in you
but the sands fall empty time
Mortals can only love one
at a time in this world
but over-there not the same
Love is love and love is all
no human emotions but grace
and Light and Joy Reins
:: 03-31-2014 ::
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WAY down below the belly
of the gods and souls too
i could scream of pain
but the love is more —
and the clouds bring rain
and the sun – she screams
a light of brightness
i could live forever…
praise god and Her roles
and the people who cling
love is binding and bring
a piece of soul to my life
and this life is about more
and tears and smiles – joy
i was here before your words
and even song and praise of me
and i accept your adulation’s
but my desire is for you to live
so live yea-yeah live forward
the past is a thing – but future
future is a promise that bring
a piece of your past and how…
and now is what you eat now
time and space splits the mind
and the body is a soul-cage
and the canary sings many songs
:: 03-29-2014 ::
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MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
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i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
:: 03-24-2014 ::
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A bent leg
one in the puddle
that grey sky
but not my heart
a red rose
that fragrance – hope
and these words
falling sprites
upon your tender soul —
what voice do you heart,
heaven or mortal man before
that prostate himself unto you
spirit or flesh or both
what take you — love and life?
or a memory upon your trails
that message I await upon lips
:: 03-23-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #chance, #love, #poems, #poet, #poetry, #romance | posted in Love, Passion, Poetry
Does tragedy desire love
this I think
and know
a loss of one in life
that the flesh
lives
but the love
die
Does tragedy desire love
yes it does and upon a petal
that dark black rose
it grows
within a dry soil
:: 03-23-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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