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November 7, 2024

Like No Other Lover

By EPRobles

I loved you as the stars love night,
A silent glow, beyond your sight.
In shadows soft, my heart took flight,
And whispered vows in secret light.

I loved you through the seasons’ sweep,
Through summer’s blaze and winter’s sleep.
In every blossom, deep and sweet,
I felt your presence, soft and steep.

I loved you like the rain loves earth,
With quiet hope and gentle worth.
Each drop a kiss, a soft rebirth,
As dreams of you grew in their mirth.

And though my love may fade away,
A ghostly ember, pale and gray—
Forevermore, come what may,
You were my dawn, my night, my day.

:: 11.06.2024 ::

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November 7, 2024

AESCULAPIUS’S GRIP

By EPRobles

Out of Aesculapius’s grip I slip,
a lean, shaven wraith erupting from dust,
my shadow unwinds itself from his claws,
and I emerge—an inkling of breath
in the open sky’s electric conspiracy.

Health looms like a lover, half-formed,
a promise lurking in the fissures of sleep,
she prowls into my room, leaves fingers trailing
through corners crammed with forgotten mirages,
her touch reconfigures the air, the sheets, the self.

Yes, you, wild echo of laughing caverns,
lawless herald, bearer of the wine-stained torch—
how I have longed for your mythic embrace,
you creature of Pindus, crouched in the folds of mountains,
sworn to the faith of Venus, the fierce fangs of Bacchus.

Bring me out of Petersburg, that mausoleum of voices,
where hours idle in cold columns of marble talk,
where tongues flicker like wet needles,
drawing silence from silence, and boredom breeds its kind
like a tired whisper that slithers through glass.

Instead, open the path to hills unraveled,
to fields bursting from the seams of reason,
to the maples aching for sunlight
by the river that wears a coat of stars,
to all the uncharted liberties that earth hoards.

And in October, bring the splintered cup,
let it tremble in our hands as we fill it to the rim,
we’ll raise it to the fools with waxen eyes,
to those who are shadows of their shadows,
to the heavens that bleed from hidden suns,
and to the earth-bound Czar who dreams he rules.

:: 11.06.2024 ::

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November 5, 2024

To Be a Man

By EPRobles

To be a man, my beloved, is to walk with grace upon this earth as though each step is upon sacred ground. It is to carry in your heart a deep, boundless love that knows no division, for every soul is your brother, every child, your kin, and every stranger, a part of yourself. Open your hands to give freely, for to be a man is to give without expectation, to serve without seeking reward, and to love even those who turn away from you.

You are called not merely to stand tall, but to bend low, to be humble in spirit, knowing that each blade of grass and each speck of dust belongs to the same Father who formed you. In every leaf, every stone, every sorrowed heart, you see the touch of the Eternal, for you were made to feel the whole world within you and to bear witness to its beauty and its burden.

Strength is not found in the force of arms but in the quiet resilience of a heart that forgives, a soul that remembers no slight. To be a man is to meet suffering without complaint, to bear wounds without bitterness, to carry the cross of compassion through the valleys of the earth. I ask you, my brothers, to love as I have loved, with no pride, no boundary, no end, and to know that in each act of love, you sing a song that joins with the rivers and the winds, a song that carries forth my own.

Stand open before all, in tenderness and truth. To be a man is to let your life be a testament to light, to be a quiet beacon that leads others not to yourself, but to the path of peace and love. And as you walk, remember that you are both the servant and the beloved, both dust and divine, always cradled within the embrace of a Love that never falters, a Voice that forever calls you home.

:: 11.04.2024 ::

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October 30, 2024

EaTinG CatePilLar SoAking SUN

By EPRobles

Eating caterpillar, soaking sun, drinking sangria
the heart drifts among dreamt forests
where each tree is a thought left unfinished
my soul, a crypt of whispers, broken mirrors
faces twist and dissolve into smoke,
disgrace burns like the ember of a forgotten fire.

In the bubble bursting asphalt of time
four tires spin like the mind on fire,
roads coiling toward hills that vanish like clouds
time has forsaken us all—
we are shadows stitched to the sky,
leaving footprints in the dust of oblivion.

And within my youth, I knew
the way a shadow knows the light,
the days tore themselves open
revealing the flesh of impossible dreams
and I laughed with the stars,
my mouth full of wind and sorrow.

The streets are veins,
pulsing with the blood of lost travelers,
each car a phantom riding the pulse
toward the mountaintops of nowhere.
We all carry our death like a second heartbeat,
an echo in the hollow chambers of time.

There were days when I saw
my thoughts unspooling like a thread of gold,
reaching into the furthest corner of the sky
where love and madness wore the same mask.
I was a child of the impossible,
my hands full of the unreal,
my eyes open to the landscapes of the unknown.

The sun dissolves in the glass of sangria,
and the world becomes a collage of memories,
each fragment a reflection of what could never be.
I reach for the stars in the river of night,
but my hands turn to smoke—
and the dream, always the dream, escapes me.

:: 10.22.2024 ::

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October 25, 2024

WITHIN MY ALL “DREAM”

By EPRobles

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:: 11.21.2020 :

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October 25, 2024

BRAIN TRAFFIC

By EPRobles

It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls

Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-****-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.

:: 03.27.2020 ::

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October 25, 2024

The Warmth of Love and Sun

By EPRobles

Though there may be moments of sadness
when i must look deep within myself

let the warmth of love
let the warmth of sun
come through

At times i cannot fathom life
its cruel moments
its terrible feelings

let the warmth of love
let the warmth of sun
come through to me

When shadows fall and doubts arise,
and silence echoes through the night,

let the warmth of love,
let the warmth of sun
gently hold me tight.

In quiet hours when fear appears,
and every breath feels like a weight,

let the warmth of love,
let the warmth of sun
mend what fate may break.

For even in the darkest hours,
when I am lost, too tired to fight,

let the warmth of love,
let the warmth of sun
guide me back to light.

:: 10.24.2024 ::

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October 23, 2024

EATING CATERPILLAR SOAKING SUN

By EPRobles

Eating caterpillar, soaking sun, drinking sangria
the heart drifts among dreamt forests
where each tree is a thought left unfinished
my soul, a crypt of whispers, broken mirrors
faces twist and dissolve into smoke,
disgrace burns like the ember of a forgotten fire.

In the bubble bursting asphalt of time
four tires spin like the mind on fire,
roads coiling toward hills that vanish like clouds
time has forsaken us all—
we are shadows stitched to the sky,
leaving footprints in the dust of oblivion.

And within my youth, I knew
the way a shadow knows the light,
the days tore themselves open
revealing the flesh of impossible dreams
and I laughed with the stars,
my mouth full of wind and sorrow.

The streets are veins,
pulsing with the blood of lost travelers,
each car a phantom riding the pulse
toward the mountaintops of nowhere.
We all carry our death like a second heartbeat,
an echo in the hollow chambers of time.

There were days when I saw
my thoughts unspooling like a thread of gold,
reaching into the furthest corner of the sky
where love and madness wore the same mask.
I was a child of the impossible,
my hands full of the unreal,
my eyes open to the landscapes of the unknown.

The sun dissolves in the glass of sangria,
and the world becomes a collage of memories,
each fragment a reflection of what could never be.
I reach for the stars in the river of night,
but my hands turn to smoke—
and the dream, always the dream, escapes me.

:: 10.22.2024 ::

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October 17, 2024

Ode to the Unseen Spirit

By EPRobles

I sing the body electric—
rising from streets where youth howls,
where untamed hearts beat wildly, thumping, thumping,
with the ferocity of the untapped future,
where minds break free like wild stallions,
galloping, unsaddled, unbridled by law, by rule, by doubt!

I see you, unseen spirit—
you, with fire in your blood, in your breath,
dissatisfied, disillusioned, yet burning—
you who shout from rooftops and basement corners alike,
filling the night with primal yawp!

O the thrash of guitars, the snap of drums,
a cacophony of youth breaking through like dawn!
Each note a heartbeat,
each scream a proclamation:
I AM HERE, I EXIST, and no chain shall bind me!

I, Walt, speak for you!
For the ones lost in the haze of now,
for the unnamed, the restless, the fierce—
you who wear rebellion like a second skin,
who laugh and rage, defiant under stars that blink with old-world silence.

Come, let us crash together,
under the flicker of streetlights and neon,
where the dust of forgotten dreams rises like incense—
where every word you spit, every howl you make
is not a whisper, but a song, a shout—a testament
to the glorious chaos of being alive,
of tearing apart the veil of the ordinary!

Who are you to be tamed?
Who are you to be quiet?
I feel your pulse beneath the skin of America,
I see your fists raised high,
your anthem echoing through the city’s veins.

Your spirit, your scent, your thrumming desire—
all of it, a wave crashing on the shores of existence,
ripping through the fabric of time—
and I, the bard of all,
stand with you, sing with you—
together we proclaim:
O! the world is not enough, and we shall want for more!

:: 10.17.2024 ::

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October 17, 2024

Lavender Bloom

By EPRobles

Had a stack of magic spells
within my heart to dwell upon
this summer’s evening

TOOK the stem of a lavender bloom
and twisted it
to release its stress
upon this summer evening

The fragrance danced upon the breeze,
whispering secrets to the trees,
as twilight stretched its velvet skies
and kissed the day with soft goodbyes.

The stars awoke, a thousand eyes,
to watch as wishes took to flight,
and in that quiet, tender glow,
I let the world and worries go.

For in the spell of night so clear,
I found the peace that lingers near—
a gentle pulse, a steady breath,
that conquers fear and quiets death.

The magic stirred within my chest,
and lulled my restless soul to rest.

:: 10.17.2024 ::

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