law at the center,
freedom at the edges.
:: 12.12.2025 ::
Tag Archives: #society
The Streetwalker’s Song
In the shadows, the streetwalker toils,
Her heels echo on cold stone.
She sings because she must, her voice
A melody both sad and sweet,
Born from the very act of being.
Oh, if ever I could capture
In my verses what she imparts
To the night through her labor,
I might lose the path
To my own varied destinies.
Chorus:
She sings because she must,
in the silence of the night,
A melody of sorrow, a heart in flight.
With every note, her soul takes flight,
But oh, the darkness still holds her tight.
Verse 2:
Her voice, a lullaby for broken dreams,
In the alleys where the lost souls scream.
She wears a smile that hides her pain,
In the pouring rain, she walks again.
Bridge:
And in her song, a tale of woe,
Of love long lost, and hearts aglow.
Yet in her eyes, the tears still flow,
A silent plea, for hope to grow.
There’s a profound unity
In this unthinking, reasonless act,
And even as she sings, she walks
The streets with rhythmic reality…
But who will cleanse my heart?
:: 08.05.2024 ::
BURNING CITIES
AS cities burn without regret
while people have hysteria
many weep — \for what is lost:
our Republic and common sense/
Parents hugging their little ones
as many lose their faith,
this once great land sliding into
mysterious madness / an abyss \
All these threats are made by you
and me and them.
if we never confront the madness
before us —
Oh, how i fear both sides of this
political fence and especially
Oppenheimer’s little toy
where gift of light and love has
no hope nor control!
Believe me as I write to you:
no one wins and everyone loses then!
:: 12.14.2020 ::
BUSY N O I S E
THAT busy noise as Life
i cannot ignore
whose tempo — like chores
belabor all awakened
and beleaguered Souls
the mouths the cities
and machines eating
chewing and spitting
what is left of you
and me // and buried
all of simplicity!
:: 10-10-2018 ::
RUN AWAY RUN AWAY
a broken knee jerk
& mister dark reaching
up to kiss your blue lips
& misses aborted-by-
shattered-hope is how
she jumped the moon //
a crazy trip
too true SCREAMING:
run away run away
–> elope!
the country folk refuse
to see them and
baby tulip smoking elf’s
caught daisy by her
daffodil shorts snorting
a hand full o’loving
it hard; the Pope served
and Mary’s lamb with a
glass of wine and Jesus
Bread \\ And the world’s
on the shelf like a bad
product from Hell so go away
go away just run run run
away!
:: 05-11-2018 ::
ROSA PARKS
BUGS yuck! To wear a sweater
in summer some say
means rape! Water fountain
germs upon my lips
when i was a boy invited my friend
to the theater! He took the door
labeled: colors and he had the best seat
up above in stadium air and I hate humans
wish their eyes were all inside their ass
and their nose inside my heart: to smell
revenge! Rosa Parks!
And Blake is segregated in the hereafter life
of post-regretful life
Private citizen against
false witness life says,
“tired of giving in!”
She comes back as fire and makes false sincerity
all liars: witness ~~ the brave
puke fear in the face of weak life!
:: 07-01-2015 ::
HI-TECH GOLEM
The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell. It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.
I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,
It’s inviting; at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.
An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.
A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.
Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.
My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,
But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…
NOT YET…
:: 11-13-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NUCLEAR FAMILY IS A BLAST
FOREVER nothing
no t hing
just a mixture
of DNA and skin
hahaha __> evil
scientist and
psychiatrist say
” Y E S ! ”
So I reach inside
their skull and show
how well I sit on
the thought of
Mother Universe
Say you are a hater
say I am bacon
Say you like beer
say I am a wineo
we’re all the same!
Manicured lawn
pink flamengo
white picket fence
drive way up to me
inside through my doors
see how life lives
not a tv show dear
the monster skin of life
comes alive!
Say you called the
police and then we smile
all the sane incarcerated
and I have a kit kat bar
so I’m well fed in my heart
:: 06-27-2015 ::
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