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WHILE walking today this feeling
deep inside sang,
“i am not anyone or anything”
but now and then again
i write potions of words that
seem to give hearts something
new: sometimes funny, sometimes
words of broken love; no, not one
person can hide/ but today while
walking i imagined i were a painter
of feelings — a man of proportions
that gives every ounce of my special
Love.
And then and now when you are down
remember you have a brother that loves
you. I have walked over and above
big stones and one day i imagine ;i can
sculpture something so new_____so tell
anyone and sing or cry silently —
i have put down in prose how
wonderful life is with its challenges
: sit tonight and recite your private
verses and remember how the Sun today
sang to you and everyone.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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FORGIVE me that i know:
yes is a pleasant country —
while floating within a deep
blue sea ; who is your master?
THE voices sit me before a
grand window opened wide
to smell summer heat and
burning petals are a jumble of
flowers bathed in blue air and
fire. Every living thing is
heavy-breathing and bewitched
and terrible; the World consumes
and rebirths beauty in her blossoms
of rose-rich honey.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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AGES of restless furnances
dancing among their own flames
eating death by untold wars
The Soul: a great warrior
and Earth the expansive battle-
ground that wring the necks of
evil ones; stamping & dancing
to kill the flames, vile hands
mottled flesh and skin.
Across the blue skies a Peace
while men scream and women cry;
babies giving up the life of youth
for the grave — turns the heads of
lambs!
while young men turn old and gnaw
their fingers; never praise madness
when it is madness of no purpose!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
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In this past I remember crickets &
flies indiscriminately conflating
phylum and Genus. Whether my flesh
within Babylon or Bayonne–
tonight is the toast of this Night:
Herr Ludwig Van Beethoven
his anger and brilliance could bore
kind hearts but his sugar notes and
finesse of the keyboard was charity
and progress — so sick am i within
all these strange looks […]
we saw and heard and were all these
sick happy heaps of children on the brink
of pleasant discovery.
:: 07.04.2020 ::
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OH! it gets dark dressing yourself
within printed tights
out upon the wiley, windy moors
that our lips clash to agree —
my jealousy too hot, too greedy
how the angel of our misplaced
angles moved posession : it gets
so dark and so lonely — bad dreams
(nightmares) within the night;
telling me how i will lose this fight
i have no name today —
nothing left of me : it’s me
leaving behind my last breathing Life
the One who I love is a supreme i
mean the an
imal without a heart
SO huge this collective pesudobeast
:: 07.04.2020 ::
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THE bed a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go – to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, i’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper
— // —
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PAIN as love
thick & forgetting
thinner to remember
that when hate blows
the winds burn each other
— kiss the angel’s baby
lips as pleasure and pain
are one of each as one
hidden That when i speak
i use your beautiful
words since you are within
my aching heart of nothings
.
:: 07.04.2020 ::
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EVil is a heart racing
leaving shadows behind
In this daylight everything
is lit with a target —
so you try so h ard
to hide.
Evil is hard breathing
& wishing to hide: no rock
or coverage can hide you:
— wishing to survive
then evil finds you
– the rest is humanity.
everyone just everyone!
wants to taste you and Devour
you!
:: 07.04.2020 ::
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TOO BLEACH the night
every day / a mind
spinning around
SOME days are rivers
loaded with white-capped
questions/she does it again
\to die forever within her
arms — always to be true/
Growing up and
growing down so a little
thing tearing at my friends
–the littlethings that kill
;; cupboard empty as we starve
who you are : always knew
: growing up and coming down
so too bleached this night
tearing at my brain /every\
never spinning around
are these little things
that kill.
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IF love is the every god
then my lungs scream
pink tiny daisies quietly
man, may his mighty brightness
sing a sea of never-met shores
the grey waves for love beginning
seas who lullaby unbiblical noose
kills so deep & stronger
than a lonely home comes young
— a priceless gift: the only
any illimitable star!
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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