TODAY I saw creation in that act of submission
with my human hands / a crafted answer
– did I do
not of God’s-breath nor cosmic fire-brew
but through passion a deeply–passion dew
my works of art, alive!
A life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art than
only my simple beating heart.
OH little soul — rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now. And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder) she is the warmth of love.
(somewhere within her smile she knows)
Oh the movement you need is upon your knees: crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!
Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.
Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know. How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.
What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.
Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms. As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and believe me: let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try? Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.
Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain. Let me know the way.
Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.
❤
:: 09.26.2021 ::
ONE THOUGHT inside your parent’s mind
then two upon the floor: as
TWO rabbits running forth — gods and demons we said:
“no moving space inside our time”
WE smoke caterpillar within chessboard
— moves and checkmated ovulation spots.
HOW the sand moves by passion breath
and Alice took Hookah and smoked threeHookah
by ten tall dreams of sand men —
she felt all — //then became universe and
the One who ATE CATEPILLERS ”]
and YOUR MIND IS MOVING ALONG…
Ooh ————–>
How Alice took her dreams and made
it hers — REMEMBER: what the doorman
said: feed your head! keep it small/
And IF you go –> chase words as a poet
go forth and fall…_ call Alice when
she is small.
and when the alphabet bets it all —
the words you dream and lovers: more
than anything at all — STAND TALL
STAND TALL POETS REMEMBER IT ALL
when the red Queen Screams: REMEMBER
TO FEED YOUR HEAD OH FEED YOUR HEAD!!!
:: 09.13.2021 ::
MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:
‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’
(hmm)
:: 09.13.2021 ::
“Dear! Let us find a room where we can shine!”
As the sun in a place unconfined by walls?
“Yes! A place full of moons and suns and hearts
and kisses untold!”
Yes, let this be so! And so it is.
Oh. how the walls shimmer as living skin!
That the roof is not there becomes sky!
How creatures of tender hearts enter our home:
the butterflies and their hosts!
“Dear? What happens now?”
LOVE, LOVE AND MORE LOVE !
:: 09.08.2021 ::
LIGHT police shine on me
oh karma died yesterday
and now like daisies
you know…
Oh come on arrest my head
and make me feel criminal
— is this what we get
this is what we need
what we get when we dream
all inside our lonely heads
Comma, english police yea
rest inside the casket i
placed you within:
this is what you get when
you mess with love.
i’m all by myself
all by myself with words
i love and create in prose
how i lost myself within you.
the only poetry i love is
what i write to you.
:: 09.03.2021 ::
THE BEST day is one of love
not by flesh nor kiss
but Nature
the best i’ve ever known
and not much to say
so beyond my eyes
so far many scores of years
Today is a great chasm
that anyone could slip into
and threading these skies
with angel wings — my heart
sings
today is today is today is
a greatest moment ever known.
ooh.
today is yesterday’s wishes
and more.
:: 08.31.2021 ::
But not sorrow to the bitter death of indigence, to which they are made to follow.
Without sacrifice to any deity.
But let us never underestimate that the more an occasion’s good will works, the more ruin is allayed.
Meanwhile, turn them out, then, by sea or land,–
that the servant of science might discover nothing.
What about other powerful vampire authors such as Daniel Defoe and Lord Byron, in addition to Shelley?
(At first sight, a good way to read the book of Revelation, was to think of their “visionaries” who took it to be a description of the original creation, with humans first emerging at the very beginning. It was not clear from the account of the Fall in 2 Peter, how it was even possible to have had the Fall at all.)
:: 08.31.2021 ::
I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing i feared within my mind
a thing too!
Split by half in such unknowns
i strove to know:
Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tired to stitch
the past when love was good!
But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul.
:: E.P. ROBLES (c) 2018::
:: 05-15-2014 ::
:: 10-20-2018 ::
BETWEEN seconds i find myself focused
upon all that i have learned :
— how silence helps me remember
everything i am become –>
: and i feel memories and now and here
the promises of those from the past
(and how i remember everything from
the now) Almost everyone i know has passed
and how those i love are in dirt
or burned as ashes my sweetest loves
and everyone i know goes away in the end
— how i grab your heart.
How life turns a soul and tries to kill
it all away: but now i am away i see
how everyone i knew is so sweet and how
i love my my many friends
what i have become and how everyone
passess in the end. How we love history
and how we hide masks and crown of thorns
of broken thoughts. We hide a face and
still i am right here. How everyone goes
and slips away in shadows and how i love
how i could start again and keep myself
safe i would find a way.
:: 07.10.2021 ::
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