Tag Archives: #words

May 28, 2022

IN A WORD IS SOME TRUTH

By EPRobles

And now, my dear husband, let me utter one word of warning.

Don’t let this ring for too long after I am gone, or the wild geese will think that you have left me, and come to look for me.
Let them think that, so long as they hear my voice, i am not over the mountains.

It is an old superstition, but let me have my way.
So long as I am calling you are not out of my thoughts.

I am still here.
I am waiting to be with you and to enjoy all that is yours.

All I ask is a little time, a brief hour or two, before I go.

Time is all that I need. Let me have that and all shall be as it was before.
For it is only you and i, who are dead.

what should i ever do? i love myself better than you.

:: 01.25.2021 ::

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May 11, 2022

NATURE AND NURTURE

By EPRobles

AFTER a boring day while the sun was setting across the horizontal line of a world it began.

Sitting next to the pond with her sister a frog crawled out from behind a rock.

“You should not be here.” Croaked the frog.
Somewhat surprised, she told the frog,

“I have to wait for my sister.  She is counting the stars.”

A shooting star creased the early flat night skies.

The frog came closer.

“I do not know about stars but sincerely know nature.” Said the frog.
Evie stared at the green frog for a long moment.  

“If I picked you up and took you with me I could show you a new world.”
Surprisingly the frog jumped upon her lap.  Staring with it’s eyes it spoke again.

“Show me this world.  Then I will show you my own world.”

They both nodded in agreement.

:: 05.10.2022 ::

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May 5, 2022

SANDCASTLES AND EMPTY HEARTS

By EPRobles

WOULD you kiss me if i failed you?

Would you be my Knight in Shining Armor?

If i told you how i’d hurt you?

Can you feel me my friend oh, my love-hurt?

Can you feel my love hurts?

Today is Mother’s Day
but i failed to see her
for decades so please
forgive me when I return
my heart — embryo!
how we hurt like a wave against

Sandcastles and Empty Hearts.

:: 05.05.2022 ::

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April 20, 2022

As a Poet I Could Not See

By EPRobles

i saw what i was and wondered

lonely as a cloud when all at once

i tasted butter fields

That those who dance upon Stars into

longer line — along the bay the dance (by

the lake by the trees what twinkled always

a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee

how no poetry could foresee

the wealth that showed to me

whilst vacant as i am

the words that came to me

inside solitude.

this lonely company.

:: 04.19.2022 ::

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April 18, 2022

TRYING TO FEEL HUMAN

By EPRobles

SLEEP awake. Sleep. Wake. Now _> tell me;
what is madness if not waking up to this same
day without a Savior: so gently hush
your eyes and fly with me (You see doctor:
‘WITHIN every dream my
heart takes the final steps
toward oblivion. With every beat-step I take takes
me much further from something we call Heaven.’

And when standards of living fall dizzy it’s only
a true force and we question is there a heaven?”

and as a madman I dream and say:

“I am the butterfly who moves mountains and hurricanes
I am chaos dripped in color on a journey by seven suns.”

So shut your precious eyes and sing and dream

“I, too, am an alien in human flesh
trying to feel human too…”

So we suffer! As children without parents.

:: 04.17.2022 ::

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April 15, 2022

TO REPEAT MYSELF WITHOUT BEING CRUEL

By EPRobles

HOW we eat grapes with swollen lips     how we give blood for Love
      how butterflies float-dip      and    grass     barely stands
while so wrecked we are  “oh those memories!”

For the most i hope all meaning   isn’t lost within a small madness
for most i hope: my escape   wasn’t much too laggy-loosey
but to be free is the shit     yes, it’s all inside our heads
now universal jester   court jester of humans ~
i appreciate that but please
to appreciate that but please
nothing is to explain how my heart drips wonderful
memories across all of eternity? [yes]  Does it have to be?
Was it meant for me?

Then she kissed and said,  “Stay asleep and keep faith.  To be
true so true is to repeat yourself
~ “There’s so many ways to confuse your head.” ~

If by meaning — i repeat myself — /Crack a slice from now \ — kick
off your shoes to find yourself free)(  for the most i wish by feelings
in morning you’ll begin to see the light which you slept last night
— slip drops stand rolled discuss dead air and please explain
about the many ways we can believe in life
when we leave the Love we held so close.

We held so close.

It’s a Soul boy.  Nothing more.  Never need to discuss it again — slip out the side
between white and gray — light or dark will set you free.

:: 04/14/2022 ::

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April 13, 2022

WAR WOMEN

By EPRobles

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::

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April 13, 2022

THE CATALOGUE OF HUMANITY

By EPRobles

the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?

Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!

Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?

Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.

So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.

:: 06-22-2016 ::

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April 8, 2022

ECHOS INSIDE THE TRUNK OF A TREE

By EPRobles

What, sir, what?
He looked at my face.

“I think your name is Viola!”
He exclaimed, waving his hand.

He acted quite surprised,
when the Queen’s Viola herself
crushed into him, almost, as she said,

“My dear man, it is here, quite naturally,
that we keep our mysteries. And to keep mysteries
and to give secrets…I did you the whole
world over—in no time while you slept,
when, instead, I lay down beside you
to keep you company, quieter than the others.

You slept, and when you awoke, again I went to sleep.
When you awoke again, I again visited your bedside.
And then it was too much: my legs were too tired,
my form too pliant, my reveries too pregnant
with yearning, too exhausted by dreams to make
much of these close, fumbling tokens:
my sacred braid.

After that, you were conscious:
I helped you dress, and then—
you carried me off to the balcony,
and here we are, tonight,
where I took my first great pleasure:
I acted, rather than spoke;
I play, rather than set to music.”

THEN, magically, heavenly, Viola is able to wield her
musical instruments to render the fallen body of
a trumpe, a siren of ancient seas. As though, the title
of manuscript like the benediction, ‘Ubi Stancendo’
cannot be bought with gold, like a Talmudic scholar
who has escape from Heaven to Hell.

That was the first date.

: 10:35 PM 4/7/202210:35 ::

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April 8, 2022

THE ANGELS OF ELYSIUM

By EPRobles

THE Sun reborn and divine
The Dragon Of Light and Shade
The World awoke ~
You Hear Ravens Fly
It’s Morning
The Light wins the night
The Great Work is done
Back from the darkness
Behold!

To look at the lights
I’m Waiting for the Angels Of Elysium
Waiting For the Eastern glow
Oh dance in the dark of night
Sing to the Morning Light
The Mornin’ Light!
My will is to hear you sing.

Meaningful snowfall, a Lifetime
Of broken dreams, selfish leaders,
Left wing leaks, lies and fake news,
Dishonesty, and The Destruction of the Soul
– Outrageous // double standards, the Elite
Vs. You.

So we dance in a darkened night.

:: 04.07.2022 ::

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