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Flash-frame movement the Almost believing
simulacrum-life animated mannequin
who I loved whose hand touched mine :
a cold touch and on the road all these
(i, trapped inside the skull)
saw these almost unreal things behind their wheels
moving toward something like thousands of gallons of Vaseline
pouring over humanity (for a while, you could see…)
so atrophied and consumed by these animated apostrophes
and i spoke but they did not feel: i stuffed my heart
back inside the slit of my vaginal heart — there’s a
crab’s eye at the end of it’s stalk!
:: 07-14-2015 ::
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sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~
but a lesson: the emotions
are greater than any angle-STACKED
font-bite BEING!
It is EMOTION and not words
that poets should express
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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PROOF has a
roof of towers captured
in narrow moments and,
what if you and i awaken
to discover hearts
have picked the
brimming-lit flowers of
life-passion?
(some pain too)
; our dreams that leave
our feet wet from the meadows
of time we’ve run chasing
for reasons!
and if you turn away
let it be toward the sun
and me; we that
bring light to proof
that roofs are towers
capturing narrow moments
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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take away my love and brain
since you’re leaving
Instagram is relaxing since
it has no need for poetry
— sin! I saw you with a
heart in your hand
said, “you suck since you
can’t fit your words
inside such a small space
of INSTRAGRAM VULVA
SPACE i am insane
i was so comforted by
words until the programmers
said — this is your dick
(words) and us(vagina)
depressed patients so come
back as fire and i burned
all liars — and you were
drinking your beers
and you are all queers
never knowing how you
cut the hearts of poets
both men and women –)
we hate you INSTAGRAM!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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TOO quaint
being the great
wishing well!
lust is a drink
which who’ve stumbled
crazy steeper steps
of love and life
hearts are supernovae
bursting light ! when
thenSOME s8uls who lit
lovers who are these lips
until and who came?
across the filiament
kicked and spurred
“it feels i’ve just heard you
love, the screech
my sweet Jennifer: and whom
i too have never met or
anyone like this soul
it is spirits and with
illimitable days;
forever fruit
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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YOU, SUNFLOWER my personal Nation
the native of beauty as well — harvested
love-seed!
i am slightly bent as a stem against
changing winds
tall of course, my face of bright yellow then
again brown center – sometimes red!
my heavy head-filled with tears(sometimes)
seeds
a remarkable flower am i,
tough, easy to grow– as long as the soil
is not waterlogged
and heat! drought-tolerant!
attractive to BEES and BIRDS
like my heart and soul bee!
me: SUNFLOWER
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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i could hear the spraying ocean singing song
when longing afar from loving shores
and there upon the moonlit sands would
i hope to see the footprints of romance
and love toward my own island-life
if i heard the praying lonely singing longing
voice upon the ocean waving wane of life
:you
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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