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(c) ep robles 2010
beyond the lies
and fleshy thorns
a second place
another time
we walked the stones
tripped through time
but village rudes
slain my love
drown by stream
rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides
the tip of hatred
pierced my neck
a chain of pain
the children laughed
and danced the night
oh the wonders of life
never cease to amaze
mysteries of pain
maybe times are slow
but love wins the race
and you were my flower
and i the field of wonders
rivers flow by
but never cease
— crimson tides
women in love — lovers
beauty on beauty is such
candles melt leaving roses
and rivers flow in crimson
and if i ever live to see
your field of wonders
such beauty
i could never match
and rivers flow…
— crimson tides —
:: 02-14-2014 ::
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(c) e.p.robles 2011
I gesticulate a birth poem
bottom third trimester
dilation my wish-so
and born soon for the world
such words pleasing to you
a mother is proud but sore
and weakness a strength
how i wish to born prose
before time consumes
but life begs patience
rhythm breath contraction
pushing primal need aside
a course for life words
cry pain release love
exhausting pleases me
rest kiss hand forehead
our child pure touch
eternal love beyond
poetry born in cradle
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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(c) e.p.robles 2012
when the words cut so deeply
do you cry for a lost love
when a long day comes to end
and has anyone ever said
they love you in truth
chasing ghosts away most
i can say love is my heart
and what darkest sorrow
i could never give it back
and you cry death away
and life cradles you
lovely soul hold on
and listen to me now
i would rather be alone
then betray such a love
so when the wind cuts you
and when you look away
know i am always with you
:: 02-12-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
IV
such wind blows my love upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth
and now the grasp of pain so cold sweeps
upon frozen tears pain hurts the soul
i should say come away — away from sorrow
but the gate between fate and me is locked
should i find that eternal key — be your heart
:: 02-08-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
III
know that i was to pen a poem about your loving graceful self
whoever you are my future lover but feline pleasure command
demanding attention from surely something more than i
that meow transcended fangy pleasure plush quadruped heart
mystical thoughts transmitted electrical blue sparks
hurting that thinking machine but the source so sweet
no difference between my cat
and that future lover
plush love purring throughout the night
:: 02-08-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
II
thinking with my organic something is unappeal
how to enjoy the meal life gives bland stove-top petrify indoctrination gadget
infused miniaturization of ghastly do-little meat puppets chatting nonsense
when weather is fair.
regardless of my attire my organic something always dresses in emperors
clothing and secret eyes admire from afar the fine tailoring of that 3.5 pound
of mystery meat whose function I could care less about unless it’s under a
scalpel in bright lit operatic stage
i am the audience and the play and refusal to say my preordained lines is an
orgasmic neurotic sensation that mostly only a God can know — save me
Please…save me, okay?
and when that musty wind glass shatter beneath carpet-burned boney knee I am
very pleased as the pain is affirmation that my knee still alive but the rest
of the husk of a carbon-based brilliant animal is walking dead beneath sodium
vapor light abandoned roads leading nowhere but that spot you sleep and wake
and dream and shit and eat and copulate upon.
that spot…dirty isn’t it?
my refusal to admit or decree a sacred source
but flowers toil and the soil is moist
a perfect spot for this organic something
a depth of six feet south
:: 02-08-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
I gave my love to one
and swore to God above
she would be the one
I would die in old age
loving and cherishing
and this I swore before
mankind and heaven
even the angels of glory
that she walked away
was not my bidding
so here I stand
firmly in faith
that my word is strong
and shall never sway
that she walked away
does not mean
I did the same
so I remain
empty handed
but still in love
:: 02-07-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
fragment image smiling
disjointed feelings reeling
shifting time’s a feeling
so fine this lovely healing
I’m flying over you —
safely crazy you
the wolves are out tonight
secure my burning feelings
Tarot giving higher vision
so lost within possession
what last heartbeat collision
it sings to me tonight
deeply sleeping in obsession
car crash moment halting
twisted dreams in mesh
my dreams become a stalling
beneath the dashboard lights
A night for youth but haunting
living fast and burning
confused illusions running
too soon we pass beyond
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
my self-similar self
nestled within myself
so similar to someone
who resembles myself
such fecal fractal
maddening crap
prevents me so
I may never learn
where lay my soul
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2013
SCORNED for beauty
that mark of desire
a sentence served
until old age reprieve
To carry this burden
unjust for those
The only crime committed
— at birth
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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