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Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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JUST as he is to rise
life erupts!
all reflection of
no connection to
his self and it’s
a face of drowning
–say a prayer for
all the people
who care about life.
And the firm touch
of a bang-device that
says, “let’s take a ride”
and God knows the devil smiles
obfuscated sadness
and politics wet
for the prick of mass media
and all men and women scream,
“i skinned the eel
by it’s noctural
smile and something
is fishy!” What of this little boy?
who has lost his voice;
the world is a killer
and our children follow
it’s ways! So burn.
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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don’t cry
my baby don’t cry
when, like the stars
shine i want to see
your eyes bright
so, like i never meant
to be so mean my baby
so don’t you cry
the evening’s too young
and when you dry your eyes
we can be sweet like you
know –know i gave you me
once again i’ll stop the stars
just to have your heart again
so so so don’t cry
my baby don’t you cry
just take me, i felt you \\
like steps trailing down
onto the shores of romance
into a rock garden of
heart-shaped rocks
whose stones are figural
and knows me
so come on my sweet woman
let’s be as one again
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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ah, she’s in a sun-dress mood
all yellow with flowers
so blue and oh it’s so good
she has an apple-eye
strawberry mouth
singing how the sun
came on down to kiss her
and now
wow!
Ah, it feels so good
and how wishes are
like the wind and
whispers in my ear:
“you’re a lucky
heart to have her”
AH! It’s so good to
see her in a sun-dress mood!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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THEY all become my pets
it’s getting worse
when i realized my
pain was hanging by
a thread behind
the walls across the yard
the finest day i ever had
inside a deep pit
where drops of tears
hang in the air
that hummingbirds lick
and the sun burns away
somewhat like my life
and there’s something
in the wind i cannot see
but feel like the hope
beneath my skin that crawls:
it asks: do you love yourself?
and i have no words to explain
so i won’t complain
they’re all my pets
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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LIFE! as my prince,
as leaves
in morning dew
brightly aglow
or no ?
as my prince
as leaves
upon the ground
all greens
dark and dull?
then Over-death
by sudden memory
hope tugging string
attached to sun
whose horizon
–too tall!
as leaves my prince
in morning dew
and all greens
so dark and dull
as my prince leaves
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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WHEN and then
f e e l i n g
pulls meanings
i cannot remember
fallings-ME into
the life’s River
BUT then, always then!
i remember fearings
singing ‘love me,
love me for what
i am!’ and then-ingly
i weep knowingly
this is the dream
and maybe the One
i never awaken from!
nature comes:
saving me! From me
and unto all i
: my abstract mind
and flesh are at
greatest odds!
:: 07-24-2015 ::
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if some (i say,,, wayward soul)
should approach me
let me hide beneath a
heavy speaking rock
and the worms and things
keep comfort unto my soul
if this (what is it?)
is sometimes a fire
let the easy mouth render
water to quench the burning
desire for any explanation
— sometimes beauty is
the hidden voice
behind many words
AND the flower of my mouth
is dry: please wet it
with your thoughts!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
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the conception of my
poetry is less a spark
than feeling
the feeling that i know
my emotions are true:
the truest thing in all
the universe i have friended
:something to never betray
but hold dearly and especially
while i write!
sometimes i scream
other times cry
and a few in anger
but when i write
i seem more than ‘me’
it’s the voice of
universality
:: 07-19-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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