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August 8, 2015

THE SEED OF FEAR

By EPRobles

i eat a seed of fear
everyday like a vitamin
of weakness ;
it brings me tears

i know the color
of it’s pill
a weakness-pale
of failure
i try to fight
but today i fear
it consumes me
and so i’m gone

it’s never fair
i have so
much to give
but the taste
of weakness remains

and if you ever love
stay away from me
i have too many fears
and i cannot remain
i am a shadow beneath

the footfalls all people who live
and walk through life
i am a tear in the crack
of the sidewalk you walk
just a face imprinted

in fear but i remember
when i was alive
it was everything
but now the seed i’ve
grown; what i’ve become

the seed of fear

:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 8, 2015

WHEN INCREDIBLE COINCIDENCES MOVE ME

By EPRobles

LETTER III

Him To Her

IF a cloud becomes to large who moves it
to cry it’s nurturing tears upon the land?
And if a spiritual power is like a lover
then lovers are in the best company who
wear clothes called human skin!
Surely no sensible man would think a letter
written to you would coincidentally fall
upon your hands (without design) by a mutual
friend; each word i spoke in ink i try
to move away from any awakening
of our past misfortunes. Your nights are
lovely and quietly whispering of human
love; yet my passion has been under restraint
as thoughts in a bird cage wishing free air
to fly. Yet, i feel my passion makes me
sensible to its impressions and as the
caged bird as is my love for you i begin
to persuade my spirit it is a superfluous
trouble to break free my emotions for you.
i awoke this morning to a bright sun which
greeted me and then my heart which did shone
brightly casting shadows of doubt about
this love you embrace for evenings.

Let us share them? We can write things
in this night and sing and love another!
:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 8, 2015

THIS IS WHERE THE LIGHT FALLS WHICH TOUCH ME

By EPRobles

LETTER II

Her to Him

THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.

i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 8, 2015

IF I SHOULD REMEMBER OUR LAST TIME APART

By EPRobles

LETTER I

Him to Her

i should remember our last time apart,
and why with misfortunes and
melancholy nights did you stop these tears!
my words written as philosophical reasons
have not arrested your pain or fortune.

i feel am i useless, no impression upon
your heart or soul shall relieve this grief
and now i could scoop the light of a moonlit
night and gather all its grandeur but to
no avail to awaken your Spirit!

This skin and flesh of me wishes to leave,
but my Soul remains in this endeavor to prove
living is not being happy but loving is life!
i believe i am the house silently sitting
in servitude looking beyond the old-thoughts
of a redMouth bleeding time and trimmings
of wishful meaning.

:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 6, 2015

THE BRILLIANT HONEYBEE

By EPRobles
deeply desire ,        my heart
unexplored! nothing lingers
the broad sword of life, cuts
pieces into  smaller moments;
moments that sometimes linger
make it so! that baby bees are
born within Spring!
i see you hold  the nectar of life
upon your tender tongue!
then pass that love to another one
;never spoiled–what nectar then
becomes honey for the hive!
i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 5, 2015

BABY BREATH BURN ME

By EPRobles
THERE once was a home  where love was drunk
say do you know south? it’s near hell on earth
and i like tinker toys a classic toy that brings
grandparents, parents and kids together
–when i was a kid culture was in a dish
of phlegm and raw pain
spools, rods, flags,
washers, and end caps!
and if undetected mental health issues keep people
from bouncing upon rubber-walls
build a windmill! using the hands in life of the body god
gave me!    and i refuse to eat after psycho-surgery
tak!  tak!  talk with me i’m so lucid i cut flowers
with the edge of the burning sun
burning — tinker toys!
aah!  away!  got a Living
Will and do not resuscitate: everywhere i smell semen
and crushing ovum eggs upon the sidewalk of life!
Ovum-oh-hum-ho-mum
yellow chicks are cute
as flesh-babies just born
Baby breath burn me!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 2, 2015

WHO IS A WAS IN ALL NEVER-NESS

By EPRobles

\\\
if (and many have said this)
i should sleep with Death
i think i may sleep peacefully
if Death were a lover held
tightly as life when her hand
held me in love//i think love
is death too, it keeps me
close and never confuses
the laughter i had once
;it was that shadow behind
my throat. Death is
a sure date and unlike life
\i remember the raining days\
to eat each drop of wet smiles
–but death is not human
nor memories: it is space
and silent crickets.
my mind explodes in deep silence!
Thorax i mean/it’s insects
(i have something more to say
–burning light burning night
eats my words)

— // —

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August 2, 2015

OH SHIT I THINK LIFE SMELLS LIKE SKIN

By EPRobles
OH SHIT I THINK LIFE SMELLS LIKE SKIN
oh life come   voices  to voice
oh lip to lip i smell citrus skin
oh well oh well hello
if i’m entertainment a lifetime of wisdom
it’s so me so assured i am a word with
little voiceMouth girl so dangerous i’m a
criminal in containment a dirty word hello
a sprite of air and blood; blessed is what
moves on and on and hello hello, i’m so well!
well! yea!  it’s been ‘hello’  a while so
hell on hell no i’m a weak girl yea yeah yea
you know:  acting stupid gave you a cold bed
YEAH!  yeah.  i saw you when i drove by
the highway (until hello i know hello) and you
looked dead //i forget while i taste
a smile of another well, well, never mind
oh hell oh well dammit i’m swell
i feel so stupid
feel so angelic
hello hell o’ hell
and i love my dreams
eating your soul
yeah–thighs spread
and there i found the sun
in a beautiful flesh of
my oh my oh my yeah
oh  yeah oh yeah oh yeah
oh  yeah oh yeah i love you!
a libido of fresh flowers
so hard to find that men
die trying and women oh
women try — birth, menstrual
pain and we hate each other
the feeling feelings feeling
feelings feel how we live
 — it’s a short block to the next
stop so drop a coin in the slot
oh shit i think life smells like skin
like me

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August 2, 2015

I FEEL THE SCREAM OF LABORATORY MONKEY

By EPRobles

come on-board and bring
your tears
all aboard dear weeping
hearts and what friends
say goodbyes so short
a list i know i know
i feel the burn
i feel the turn
i feel your pain
ooh –>
and today is so blue
i allowed the skies
to touch my heart
a loud pain
and so away i go
until the end
i know hello
i know hello
i know hell no
when the lights
turn off i dream
where i am now
like a bug upon
a screen and temptation
entertains the soul
until the end
until the monkey screams
in a laboratory of science
i’m still human i think
until the prick of the
needle inside my heart
infuses a lifetime of
sensation so here we are
i feel so stupid i’m
that contagious
i say goodbye so list
me on your shortlist
of burning turning pain

:: 08-01-2015 ::

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August 1, 2015

WHAT (i) HAVE i BECOME

By EPRobles

i saw me coming out of living life
where i am the tallest small no thing
and if what i have become IS thinking
changing and changing living, my lies
tear a hole inside what i could never
kill but i’ve tried and the clock tics -me
off- in all its talking about precious time
within a flickering stream and how i
choose to remember everything
||i remember every thing that begins with “a”
and through “z” and many other
symbols of expressive thought
my sweetest memory of fire:
till angry said it was pleased
and i turn around in the end
and see it all; flash bulb
of all that happened and
being alone in this stain of time
i return to being a sheep
in hay and every POUNDING MOMENT
of relentless time says ‘i must
move further from this and must
go.’

:: 08-01-2015 ::

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