Tag Archives: #suffering
weird PEOPLE watching
defenseless dreaming
knowing my weakness
carefully retreating
I am just a piece
of angel meat wishing
to fall back into my
soft heaven birth trap
A perfect costly costume
high heels and gloss lips
but zombies love decay
and my heart is a dead
fish swimming when dead
I saw the salmon run
dead gill fish moving
Mother nature so cold
but your hug is warm
and tree and animal love
the strength you exude
Love me strong female
show us girls what to do
we bleed across horizons
and days and years too
ageless pain and suffer
for life and nature too
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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My sorrow surrounds me today
It is not a garment I wear
but a thing that sticks to me
Weep I do to one day leave it
ii
No, i do not dwell in sorrow
dear, i grab life and love
each time it my way passes
but my fingers are tired
iii
it is not a thing of flesh
but more-so a breath of air
and her scent is nature
to me she is Mother Nature
iv
What poem could i share
mere words of love and joy
but these are of fire-pain
run far-hide from my stanzas
v
but if the seven wonders come
and you should match them all
and if blood and fear is no thing
then my heart is yours forever
vi
a whisper escapes my spirit
my soul could not dare say
but i believe in you much so
it’s not of pain and fear
:: 03-21-2014 ::
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I was a flower
and the wind
tore my petals
then I dreamed
the river me
but a dam shored
all my beauty
against the wall
So now I dream
that I am human
but there is more
I have no walls
and my petals
are legs and arms
What will you
tear apart
life is so
murderously life
I cry love-die
but for an instant
that taste i ate
and it made me
so very happy
a slice of nirvana
becomes me…
:: 02-24-2014 ::
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AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
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WITH a gentle divine love
your desert flower bloomed
digging deep within the sands
of my barren land
Such sweet roots encased my heart
and with time — like a rock
split my heart into two
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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THAT which dwells
so deep within
not placed there
by God or birth
but through the pain
still unresolved
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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TO be human
is to be weak
:: 01-26-2014 ::
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AND here I sit
— shattered
upon a ruinous estate
All the world a glass
and looking through to me
t’was nothing but a shadow
And now more of the lesser
— the church bells singing
a beginning or ending its ringing…
Perchance the dance of life
or requeim for the dead
::01-15-2024::
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JUST a moment
that which we lose
when pain regrets
— it’s touch
a shallow feeling ensues
engulfs the good in all
Plainly said
— in all remorse
the cause nothing
less than fear
It moves the world
and burns our dreams…
::01-14-2014::
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MY DEEPEST despair, a formal greeting
Such reasons like pompous meanings
My heart bleeding upon corner stones
Such time until I become seconds
My hands so calloused in meaning
Of feelings, heart, and believing
Tis a frightful way
Regressed living
My cage small in existence
But now is paramount to be
if nothing just for me
A summer breath burning
From flesh–to–boiling–it’s me
::01/13/2014::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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