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AND i imagine the never-understood
of all insanity; to paint your canvas
like a summer’s day with knowing how
the hills roll and the breeze chills
all of what you \understood / what
i heard you say ,’i suffered for life
and all sanity’ i listened like flaming sun in summer
days of reflection hue and if morning breaks
and amber gray beneath this artist’s hand
i shall still weep because i hear, perhaps i love
you like when on this imaginary day you took
me within your heart but a world as ours
fights how portraits hang in halls of ‘i cannot forget’
and how patrons come to weep
seeing the paintings we crushed
in paint and love: i now think
i know how you tried to say to me
that you suffered all for love
and life: the world never listens
and maybe never will and if you believe in me
and if your mortal soul shall teach me how to live
walking upon a path toward the pond of our love
it’s a day where the heaven cries and the angles
sing: ‘this is what we serve for! Love and how
humans become more than jesters for flesh and the
voice that speaks from another side’
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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i bet you my swizzle stick
i met you upon a wing of butterfly
i wet you taking you with a swizzle stick
i ate the night like a low-tech heart
i swizzle like a staring blind snake
i hissing in the back like blackjack
watching doom in the backroom and whatever
lies you hold true i swizzle from you
swivel neck and a political pride
of Nation heart like polliNATION lip
in my throat then through my heart
you go like tilted stick long leg
bitch makes me a golem rising from the dirt
make me your King confabulated thought
i bet you my swizzle stick
that you’ll love me by the end of day
stirring you all like my alcoholic bliss
swizzle stick
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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bits of bitter tears and pheromones
shattered by broken things
called pieces of heart
and those insidiously
convincing objects called
“hope” THERE IS A UNIVERSE
that has none of these:
all within my mind.
The tainted vector rejected
abstract of all morrows
begging error’s atonement
and with hands that have
touched me: vacuumed
tears of crimson stars
a suicide band playing
within my hotel called
torture chamber —
it’s all a ‘something
called darkness locating
my soul’ goodnight kisses
darling/smoking like you’re
no pain — let it rain
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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sweet fields of tender lies
so softly shining above me
a bird singing in a moonbeam
tears in eyes and dry lips
wishing while alone
i am so blue i see
others talk about god
but never my own – a pity
so sweet is He he says
‘leave all your worries
behind you’
a sweet soliloquy for
my heart and all tomorrows
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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To have had a broken heart
is a righteous moment of
appeasement that you
accept love in all forms
To have broken a heart
is a deeper debt of one’s
soul difficult to repay
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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i saw the seen within you
the love when you realize
how it feels
the poem abstractly direct
and all fallen leaves which
maybe crumble beneath my
dreams analog ascension
exactly toward a beautiful
connection of spirit:
To taste with eyes
to kiss with tongue
because i am the descendant
of all love as you as us
as we as me as all
it is my heart that proclaims
all fiction a rhythm of wind
blowing a story of the beginning
and ending of all stories told
an exogenesis of Eros
:: 099-04-2015 ::
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IT won’t be long before they cut you down
you can run on for a long time until
they cut you down . . .
with all good & gracious news
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — it’s the saddest story
languish in a dark cell
chunks of masonry fall
stealing any sleep you have
is a long-time never been
where dreams evaporate quietly
an easy place to blow up all
your problems and so easy to break
down inside of yourself
i am the halo around an angel
called My Sweetest Death
i am the core of all i know
i am that i am more
i am so happy with the Divine Presence
the source of all my rewards
have you ever heard the saddest story
in a prison — the saddest story
a prison called MIND
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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AND everyday i’m cool — if i rest a moment near
the well of despair wishing young heart clean skin
jesus postal fire my needle:LIKE FATHER STEP-FATHER
the SUN BLOWS! yeah yeah oh fuck yeah
so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings
how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us
Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
abandoned her kids: kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend: i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
— sure, that’s it.
:: 09-02-2015 ::
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Indecision brings Grey skies
more than you swear
and if i see your vectored
love: the lines of possibility
fades away! washes away
miracles. Did you see the one
with a top hat? 1880? If this
is the ;moment of fractured time
wash way! walk away! ; love,
i will find you again.
2nd Genesis: vacuum victory
history //and this is emergency
of love! walk away \\time machine
and mind//a spiritual technology
surpassing life
:: 09-02-2015 ::
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i stood so high upon a ledge of life saw ants so below
i said i’m so taller than you dove dive! dove dive!
i’m so literally night and day in between i love
me and say what should i do
i caught my cat before he dove across the fence
i’m a dove dive i’m a love hive and my cat loves
me too – hate myself i’m so wrong that i’m
so strong i’m well my brother died every
night called me on spectral phone i cried
said i caught you too i love yourself better
than me — what should i do? i’m so high
upon a ledge of life and somewhere i have
heard this before; just a dream of deceased
visitors loving me –leave time like weather
changes like God who fed
all our souls mutton and i know it’s wrong
what should i do?
i won’t complain
i’m just a visitor
feeling pain/
:: 09-02-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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