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
::::
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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I dreamed a dream more real than reality
and found myself in a universal library
towers of shelves and gossamer in the air
The binding of a book stories above
caught my eye and I begged to see
a ball of light provided safe flight
Together we ascended the storied columns
ages untold past my path too many to know
and at last I was eye to eye with this book
I asked the light if this was the book
to know and read to know it all
She said to read one was to read them all
So I read from front to back and in between
the mysteries of the universe unraveled
and I knew the story of the One and All
With this knowledge I can make wrong right
and cast away the blight of all human ill
the light said no, you will not remember
Still, I begged, a morsel of truth be taken
to my world to better society and cure ill
the light said each path must work the till
I woke this night with a startle and saw
the Book from this vision and begged to see
but the pages were all blank before me
— // —
|
WHITE LINE – dance within my mind Grab your shoes – wear your pain The puzzle of love fits so nice |
Why do we
struggle for words
When the feelings
are clearly present?
An incongruity
between language
and thought.
To recover I say
allow the moment
to express itself
in manifested emotion;
A laugh, tears, smile or kiss.
Some things are best left
simple!
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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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