oh love so sad oh hey i said
so lovely \i get so lost
sometimes: /squeezing tears
by the space you are within — it hurts
no noise no pride .within your eyes.
i see a doorway by a thousand churches
and the heat; to touch the heat of your eyes…
Oh love i can cry oceans and tiny rivers
regretting so much wasted
and time keeps slipping away
: within all my instincts and
that grand master planner —
without my pride i reach out
from within side : in your eyes
within my heart –> the light
and doorway i reach you.
it begins so quietly
– the softest breeze
from Avalon; the gentlest
words by Cleopathra /
the aching rocks
of Earth and her birth
pain. this Spirit
only moved by pure LOVE
we have FORGOTTEN
WHAT WE ARE.
the giant RABBIT stood staring at my shoes (of
all things) . I cleared me voice, “Hello mister GIANT
rabbit…” its whiskers twitching.
The air was thicker than gossamer and a faint hint
of ethereal music over the hills, over the clouds and
the tears of my delight.
Finally (as I was holding my own breath) the giant RABBIT
spoke:
“Do you like celery?” without hesitation i said,
“Yes oh yes, of course!” I followed and eventually
ate many acres of not just celery but carrot.”
i ONCE stood taller than
LOVE : which smacked me down
to the lonely being i am.
Old and wasted i continued:
until my last breath not hearing
anything but my own dying heart
beat.
………………..thunder………………….magic………………..lightning………………..
…………..opened gaPING MOUths of small wonders ||||||
hiding and running /death ensues\ painting and scribbling prose……………..
are the little thoughts of BEING .:} MEAN IS THIS HEART IF FUCKED WITH….(disclaimer)
I saw a light within the crack of the SKY
staring into my Soul within the blink of an EYE
THE hat man within the dark will bring h is check
(never talk with strangers) s TRANGER daNGER
no more tears 0–> EATING TOXIC GAS …
the mouth goes on to say : IT BEGINS
no singular eye can watch my (screaming) MOVES:
NO MORE TEARS
NO MORE TEARS NO MORE TEARS
THE glint of green pastures she views
while grieving and leaving:
oh how love is a nest like
dove’s song: the only one
upon Earth she loves_____
the fog and cold air
mist and river
hills and shade; love is a lot
like a beautiful smile
IF i shall never hear a note again
what of my vision — a forest calls
but no sound/ i, the failure, of
all that is nature and of words.
so must my mouth SCREAM
but my head hears not [even the
blacksmith striking his anvil]
so i am the deaf poet
that shall never hear my own words\
locked inside a cedar box for all
seasons.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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