I REFRAIN from the thought
that death of love is for naught
that shores ebb away
from the tides of luna
All without meaning or thought
Let me dream of a reason
if I may have eons to think
that logic dictates feeling —
tears are salt and not honey
Is life bitter or death sweet?
— // —
Mother, I bring to you my heart
You taught me kindness
But this world is an ugly place
It withers the skin of my soul
Mother, forgive me for weakness
You taught me much too well
How to be a good man in this place
It destroys those who appear weak
And I will take the hand that is kind
and appease the gods that demand —
a soul for a heart in a crazy world
So, mother, give me your love
and tell me a lullaby so I can believe
in true love — it may never come my way
I bring to you my heart
broken by deep despair
lay it upon your pillow
and pray I can live again
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MY SPIRIT, let us forget this pain
You and I, this night
You may forgive such sorrow she gave,
Together let us forget her sight
Please promise many tomorrows
that my heart and spirit can rejoice
Leaving behind the pain and death
That she forged by saying goodbye
— // —
She entwines your spirit
As a spinster with the yarn
Creating the apparel
for your naked heart
She encases your soul
in brilliant precious gold
The financier of your future
her love makes you the richest
She protects your sense of self
and battles the weaker you
The man you are is what she made
her love, spirit, and soul…
Is yours to cherish and forever hold…
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I prefer pain to death
even in deep regret
Over frozen feelings
that flee summer’s breath
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I PLANT myself within your mind,
That covers itself with your beauty,
You, unknowing, allow me to seep toward —
That vessel you carry within your chest
I plant myself within your mind,
Aching to light a fire within your heart
You, catching yourself refrain from me —
That vessel within me sinks to darkened depths
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WHEN days become memories
and shadows feel no more
Stand beside me my love
and tell me of sweet tomorrows
–//–
A LINGERING indecision laid bare…
and morning sighed with me beside
an internal debate flees — asylum
With turmoil between fret and fear
So I decide…
A narrow splinter jiggles in the mind
Like how someone treated me – a wreck;
Love, like us, a barren and somber alter
Without her triptych
And questions remain…
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DIGITAL DISSONANCE
BROKEN video
Instagram friend
Twitter fiend
Bring to me
Flesh and bone
Tag this — fuck you
Like me — diss you
Scream forget you
Lick my like bitch
Plastic hopes
Drop the soap
Really now…
Don’t you know
Forget me now
Photo dope
Living shallow
Hello? Hello? Hello?
Hollow…hollow…Hello?
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