ah, she’s in a sun-dress mood
all yellow with flowers
so blue and oh it’s so good
she has an apple-eye
strawberry mouth
singing how the sun
came on down to kiss her
and now
wow!
Ah, it feels so good
and how wishes are
like the wind and
whispers in my ear:
“you’re a lucky
heart to have her”
AH! It’s so good to
see her in a sun-dress mood!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
THEY all become my pets
it’s getting worse
when i realized my
pain was hanging by
a thread behind
the walls across the yard
the finest day i ever had
inside a deep pit
where drops of tears
hang in the air
that hummingbirds lick
and the sun burns away
somewhat like my life
and there’s something
in the wind i cannot see
but feel like the hope
beneath my skin that crawls:
it asks: do you love yourself?
and i have no words to explain
so i won’t complain
they’re all my pets
:: 07-25-2015 ::
THERE are soft fields which
no mind has painted
but hearts (which are really
always not human) run through
the tall grass as brushed nudes
and life is short but tall canvases
which where-by and bye our (h(e))ARTS
give some meaning.
And there is a sky so high
as deep as Soul erasing ignorance
from all minds inflamed by the minor
length of our traveled roads.
Is it not always short; the hello, goodbye,
love, hate and
a burning fire called Life!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
LIFE! as my prince,
as leaves
in morning dew
brightly aglow
or no ?
as my prince
as leaves
upon the ground
all greens
dark and dull?
then Over-death
by sudden memory
hope tugging string
attached to sun
whose horizon
–too tall!
as leaves my prince
in morning dew
and all greens
so dark and dull
as my prince leaves
:: 07-25-2015 ::
if i should ever use famous
words or expressions
i wish you to give me
LIPS of dying wishes
(i really unlike hating
would-be poets and politicians
and religious perverts —
give me a lemmon in my drink
of water: i soon forget them
all. But .please. tell me
something new in abstractly
spoken feeling || i wish to
believe you are alive.
everyONE i have known that
excited my mind is NOWdead
–>are<— you?
:: 07-24-2015 ::
WHEN and then
f e e l i n g
pulls meanings
i cannot remember
fallings-ME into
the life’s River
BUT then, always then!
i remember fearings
singing ‘love me,
love me for what
i am!’ and then-ingly
i weep knowingly
this is the dream
and maybe the One
i never awaken from!
nature comes:
saving me! From me
and unto all i
: my abstract mind
and flesh are at
greatest odds!
:: 07-24-2015 ::
AND if, by one step
who knows the sun’s
heart?
a kiss,golden(glimmering)
city touching skin
at day
(and why should you
or i try?
i was into “it”,if i
should say: love is full
of pretty people –a ballon,
if we’d tried! going upper
to meet sailing knees
which (i had hoped) no others
ever visited,where
always
air
Breathed)) and Souls
believe in living Spirits
even if not picked by thee!
nothing to express but
THIS!
:: 07-24-2015 ::
if i taste crystal skies would i feel cold ice
and like your smile and cold blue eyes
or even brown or black — an even space so
everyone is lying in bed happily
i’m so alien — amazing that everyone is
acquiring joy and love and suddenly
i know i smell :: everyone lying in my head so
happily i say amazing just to taste
cross-species and intelligence
like the One every living thing knows –:– made
us this way. So suddenly, i remember i am
so sucked into a program of love and i am quietly
swollen-ly the chase of His program full
of aliens and it’s amazing how everyone is
requiring a taste of a thing called “amazing”
and everyone is tasting blood
–so amazing, and i love you my simple ALIEN.
:: 07-23-2015 ::
i live inside a child’s heart
a broken toy like blue monday
manufactured reject and i
smile with chocolate all across
myFACE. i have no feelings
they left when the wages
became too low for me to live
and most feelings — it’s the
way strong souls live yeah
it’s something in the way
yeah, we survive.
i sprung a leak and Moses
says the ark left and i must
swim but i’m okay cause i have
no feelings left and the fish
swim the same way without feelings
oooh yeah, it’s something like me
yeah, me. it’s the way i see you
and the world: i love colors
but hate the flesh and the way
it needs my meat but not my heart
so i sprung a leak and Moses knows
FEMA comes with guns to make things
right and the fish look at me —
they have no feelings like me
so i’m a blue monday manufactured
reject
:: 07-23-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
IF AN ANT I COULD CRAWL
if an ant
i could crawl away
unseen
if the boss walks
he sees
and crushes me
under the heel
and i hate authority
–if we could get along
we push the walking boss
out the window
and i love you
and i get lost
in all corporate law
i say burn the paper
and rewrite it in love
and i lov eyou!
so get it on with
that smile 😉
no need for a walking
boss //insect swarm!
attacking smaller animals
and bosses are MICROPENIS’
PSEUDO males looking for
approval–saddest greek
tragedy AND FUCK YOU!
AND WOMEN in authority?
well, that’s another poem!
:: 07-23-2015 ::
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