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No longer a thought
within my brain,
the mortician lay me
down to sleep
a scream i refrained
surfaced as white
within my eyes
that none had bought
my vitals he checked
and thumped my nose
as a creep
then:
a bath and massage
no dance but song
two strong hands
then set my face
arterial embalming
then drain/eject
it’s all the same
the cavity —
aspirate and concentrate
The humming thrumming
burning desire
escaped as soon as with
a pop I fled my skin
and faced the choice
to do it once again.
:: 10-23-2018 ::
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It was so beautiful
before this age
and that died for love
I did a difficult day
when the water i met
and left the world
now back am i
and have to say
nothing has changed
memories of a past
which helps does not
beautiful is life!
but humans still beasts!
who killed me
more than once
but praise I do
that River of Life!
:: 04-29-2014 ::
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I went to an estate sale
and found the love of ages
and she was dead but alive
and my life fell into her
and I rode that drive
the rode of evermore
and the past became
it became my now
Your fashion so high
not like the plastic
those girls who think
a woman is a label
and I ride and walk
and walk and ride
and the road is long
and the end is never
I sang a song today
but the night claims
the words I sing tonight
and the day weeps now
I say, “so la la la la”
and the devils cry
and the angels bow
tonight we ride ages
and time is ours girl
and from dirt to flesh
tonight a breath for you
:: 04-02-2014 ::
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i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
:: 03-24-2014 ::
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YOU love simply and love-adore
before the first
tiny footstep
hush baby breath
before
the gift you gave twinkle eye
baby hand hug so tight
your soul beyond the gulf
timeless space-fizzy-place
I live just for now my child
to bring you here — for awhile
thank you for this honor!
such sorrow my time is short…
but we have eternal roles
I shall see you again-again
:: 02-10-2014 ::
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in the echo i heard your name
a hollow thing rang in heart
inside a bell the bats flew
what i knew i could not see
but my conscious knew it well
we took too much time and today
our paths should have never crossed
my belle dance the shadow night
until we meet another place
another time we’ll give it all
i could ever wish to match
the beauty of this love
this beauty pure simple beauty
:: 02-14-2014 ::
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FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
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THERE is an entrance
into this world
— the comfort room
that we depart
A way station
for the souls
between past
and future life
It is the meet
and greet for all
before new
skin suits
— go bravely
Again we
shall meet!
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In respect to the need for immortality —
it is a disease of fantasy for the mind
there could be no worst sentence if you can
believe in these words I say to you now
To watch your love wither away into sand
and see your children grow and die
and much more is such pain that you’ll see
cities grow and rot and decay
morals, art, and music sway
all the while you remain
the soul you are in a river of change
If I can choose between death and life
I choose to be the whisper upon the wind
and chase the dreams into my other lifes
and live again and again in perpetual immortality
A different face, life, skin, and family
encased within an immortal skin of soul-life
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 