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July 31, 2015

THE HUNTED (with some difficulty)

By EPRobles

the HUNTED
with some difficulty;
one father
and one mother —(.)
a soul and siblings
in whereAFTER (lost possibilities)
a lost brother by (a lot, life said)
DIED by thirty-three stab
WOULD-wounds kill the Master of
(take me) evil-life if i take me
away from you — it’s not my life
dancing mannequins inside a casket
of my personal memories: so broken,
so broken is he — || — broken.
OH! i live believing you’ll take
me away from you oh i see my life
still-born like lightning tearing
ozone and making rain from tears
mountains creeping up toward my
heart and angels look at me
with shame they did nothing.
I’m a child in a home with no
one to comfort and my Father
where were you? Don’t ever take
me home — away from you i go,
and your son too.

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 31, 2015

A SWEET MEMORY FROM THE SKIES

By EPRobles

UPON a full moon one more kiss
dear, one more sigh before
they come to take away
all this light that spreads
beneath eager feet in pleasure
that i treasure till i die

And they come with pitch forks
and shovels and hungry measure
that your heart glows so brightly
is like the moon at night
and they never had a chance to know

What you are
that you fell from the skies
for love and to arrest pain
the pleasure i’ll treasure
till i die

And your hair dear spreads across
this big oak we’re hiding behind
and even the moon reaches bobbing
feeling tumbling to the ground
near the hair of one as you
lie golden white
and still at your feet

and we’ll banish the pain and
sorrow with glittering silk threads
and your brightly lit heart
greater than a full moon at night
a woman from another world who came
to seek love from the sky
and we’ll banish all the pain and
all sorrow until they fish with
their lips and tongues

until we say goodbye

:: 07-30-2015 ::

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

ODE TO CREATIVE SOULS

By EPRobles

if i were to kiss a mozart
how would i know genuis
from such lips
if i were to hug a picasso
how would i feel art
from such an embrace
i should look into
such eyes and see a score
and a canvas of beautiful
color chasing daffodils
across the snowy inner land
of my own soul
and if i try to understand
what they wish to say
to me perhaps i should
never know how leaping notes
and flaming flowers of blazing
light met me on wet dewed
morning days when i was ragged
And maybe i understand since
i’m one too with reflecting eyes
weathered faces lined in pain
and so now i understand how
all of you gave the world
all your spirit to grow
so we all suffer for our own
insanity and who ever listens
— perhaps none ever will.
:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

UNDER THE TREE OF LIFE

By EPRobles
UNDER a tree of life
reading a book about death
i took off my shoes
and drank in the light
oh how the skies are blue
so is my half-buried soul
i’m just a lost soul
and do the angels cry
as they surround me
as i wait for you death
like a stone thrown
into the river of life
i skip across the surface
onto another shore
where the poets and artists
perish i can see their bones
ribs like pencils
a half skull like a cymbal
oh just a lost soul
but everyday my soul says
‘hey, you’re ruled by ruse
so take a flower with you
to the other side;  they
need to see nature in all
it’s beauty where the sky
is all bruised
oh under this tree of life
i ache to be where i’m ruled
but love like this rock in my hand
is a heart turned to stone
so flat it skips across the water
onto another shore where poets
and artists perish so i’ll wait
for you here to turn this stone
into one of love again
:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

EYELESS DOLL HEART

By EPRobles

you’re just a thief
dressed in sexy skin
like when I find
miserable relief
you take it away
and replace it with
an eyeless doll heart!
so I write each word
like each character
stabbing you and i
can feel you hating me
and I feel just fine at
a Walmart line
with Advil in my
bruised hand after hitting
the walls

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

THE MUSIC OF WORDS

By EPRobles

VIOLINE I: Oh lovely life oh my love Oh love i say i adore you

violin ii: tears weep my mouth in all i feel seeing you

Viola: if love is God then i have met Him in Glory

Violoncello und Kontraba:

my dear, i am honored to be here with you now

the seasons were long and suns came up and

then silently went beneath my wishes

oh, i saw you in the sparrow and the green
tallest grasses my sweetest love
and now together!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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July 28, 2015

WHAT IS SYMPATHY

By EPRobles

i spoke love when she stirred
benign; honey bled through shades
at eleven o’clock so spake i gently
of her
And all of her breath i am painted in color
of pinks and death lily-like white,snow
defamed; disgraced her youth my mistaken
footfall in time
we are unraveling beauty like storm-
clouds bursting –feeding fields
instead of hearts and sympathetic
: the LORD is a stronghold for the
oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble
(Psalms 9:9)

:: 07-27-2015 ::

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July 27, 2015

THIS HEART IN SHADES OF A COOL NIGHT

By EPRobles

my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::

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July 27, 2015

COME, SWEET DEATH

By EPRobles

THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!

:: 07-27-2015 ::

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July 27, 2015

THIS MOURNING SUN

By EPRobles

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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