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Every word ever written is within my Head
Every way of thinking, every idea in my Head
I feel as if I’m falling into a giant Mind
I feel as if the whole world is nothing but me
To know I’m alive, I am the universe
To hear I am the silence
To see I am the light
To touch I am the history
To feel I am the time
To think I am the point
And I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Underneath the smooth darkness
that I can’t see, the body still sings
Underneath the deep sleep, the soul dreams
Underneath the sleep, the moon sets
Underneath the bright sun, the stars glow
I am the world, I am the universe
I am the Mind, I am the World
I am the Lion, I am the Lion
I am the Fire, I am the Fire_____.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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(…thin &    sometimes   –> t ALL   pouring hourglass rains           Oh All!<– she’s all within my mind orsome-suchSilly paIN___it’s killing me!  & the silverrain falls upon eloquence  with logic — ties me up and arrests me!)
becomes or became? What, if anything? Began a greater force known as Nature!
Morns as these –unseen–a
-part of this or that___ fluttering first caught my eyes Then my mouth i ate
the truth and spat out it for my own reality. Did i this. This i did.
–by date of breakfast–by miracles–and brides before___/|||\ we clibmed down
for apocalypse___worlds___floods____faint-by man-made device lost lives ___elapse
from sighing | Emily says,
“Faith–The Experiment of Our Lord.” Emily Dickinson (rest by eprobles)
Good evening
Good Morning
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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What you pet is an animal in a cage
but the little child could not stop__
see the animal in your cage you pet?
\snap/ Because her mind had gone (out for a stroll)
and fallen down the Rabbit Hole she became a Beast.
Destroying all her
Reflections of what she
wished to be _ but sight inside a crack she feared became focused. All of the World just creations of Your Own _ devils and demon
dogs and God and Satan and Jesus
and Buddah is the illusion we mainly
believe and choose.
Excited we begin to create more
and everything is right where it belongs
: fog of confusion to open the door
to the horror of our own destiny.
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IF one shall break their heart by giving Love they are the Children of my Heart
Thinking the world beautiful you may never have gone outside at night — the
evil done undercover | instead you stare up into space, having never felt the taste of fear
upon your tongue — it tastes like blood of fear uncaged prowling you now___
Have you ever been awake so early, that you watch your body before the mind
starts? The heart begins pumping clouds into the skies…And if you could have ever
glanced at your reflection could you look right through the deepest cracks /afraid
to see?\ It’s not just you but also me.
Tripping on tree roots and slipping upon words,
is anything different, that many do not notice —
like the elaborate dream of living \not without reflection/
but just a sight of cheek and breathing air
Inside my world’s throat creations of my own get caught
: living in this illusion i choose to believe
OUR EYES were looking at each other
disregarding the illusory dream upon the edges
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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if by love or by might
my love i'd fight
having you for
life i would
THAT
if by might
giving within by
my love i’d fight
:: 10.11.2022 ::
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IF the END was a monsterous abyss and you imagined carried out corpses: the Ones passed who never
shed tears as they Never Fell Into an Abyss, do sing:
‘I love you and still living and having arrived unto Eternal Love’ then if you cry remember/
Grieving is only deep pain while i arise –what Looked Like an End is Just Sunset
as now dawn (the End), while the grave locked up, is when you are the prisoner of here — named
Human. Kind. As ever you have ever seen a new seed planted into the Earth –> called Human.
When the creation of words and souls made the quick foot –> that you Evie Loved, that Joy
we shared (defeat never, my shinning sword & steel, within your Eyes i Understood. That many of things we shared but never defeat my bold companion of love, tears, and silences. There! Only two, who speak to me; as i am their Father and they love me. My deathless courage
how then of them! And we three and my Son shall stand within the morning’s sun and we shall be dangerous!
Praise our God of Goodness and great faith
sister and brothers? Devoured now by fear and lust
of Self.
Look! Up! The Grace of Eternal Memory!
:: 10.09.2022 ::
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“There upon this most curious weirdest experience
while i napping and flapping near my bed’s
\headboard…/___i wondered as while i fought
off the horrors caused by my beating heart
:here, I open wide for all the world’s pain
and all it’s darkest peering horrors
the hidden consciousness I am and was
my heart still feels a wrapping-tapping
upon my skull :my world: upon my chamber’s
door perched. by breathing, speaking and lusting
near my chamber’s door ~~ came the twinkle-twinking
night’s sharp shore.”
:: 10.09.2022 ::
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:: 10.07.2022 ::
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Gone away like a moonbeam that has only passed over me
Why did I not know that she had left me for good?
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
The wind is silent tonight. The stars shiver in the sky.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture
What does it matter that my love could not keep her?
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all.
Deepest Fall.
:: 120.07.2022 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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