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TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.
Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.
So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.
no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.
:: 01-23-2019 ::
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There as still and quiet as dead.
Sleeping. ?
Yes.
The walls had grown used to the scene. The dreams tired of the same actors with different faces.
The dead take care of their own.
The corpse lit the room’s lamp and in the gray dark began to work.
It bathed the perpetually sleeping body that lay in bed. Trimmed the hair and applied blush to it’s cheeks.
The sleeping know nothing of the awakened world; the dead know nothing of the sleeping but that they sleep the deepest of all. Dripping, the legs were dried.
The sleeper’s eyes opened.
The corpse closed them with the coldest of fingers.
Placing the stiff scrub brush upon the nightstand the corpse was pleased with the Sleeper.
And smiled.
:: 01-15-2019 ::
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Of course! It is apparently
— so, do you also know?
and how did you realize it
— too, by two’s, four’s
or even more?
We’re mad.
And now it’s written
so there it goes!
A dream, a thought
as a bird does soar
of course! And now,
–now, aren’t you glad.
We’re mad.
:: 01-06-2018 ::
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Sometimes when i’m dead
the flowers smell better
And many times time
just drips on by
within my empty head
The light bulb sun
is burned out within
my room (oh dear)
and the cockroach
tells me not to fear
Jesus breaks his knee
on a viral meme
Politicians parody
the struggling life
of you and me
Holding on tight
to the horror sled
of this holiday
season of no reason
neurotic sales
schizoid crowds
smiling fiends
and the flowers
smell better
sometimes when
i’m just dead.
:: 12-10-2018 ::
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Beneath this silence is hope
that you should never leave me
And love loves to love
but hope is that you remain here
that my weirdness is a little
me — and yours is as mine
is love; a quivering happiness!
:: 12-21-2018 ::
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Climbing away
from the dream
went a dreamer
who was alive.
Climbing away
from the dream.
He spoke aloud,
with a tired mouth
which was numb
from his sleep.
Climbing away
from the dream.
In the dark of night
he spoke:
“Awake from the dream!”
He climb away from
the dream into
another.
:: 11-25-2018 ::
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My heart has asked of me, by the stream
it asked of me:
(What feelings are if anything, truth.)
Do the trees sing their songs
when the wind blows?
The spider web sways but maintains.
When your legs are moving along life’s
twisting paths, do I (your heart)
speak softly to you?
The witness are the clouds above you.
As the tears come who sees your
shadow hide behind the rocks?
The falcon’s call of nothingness,
that spins your mystery.
And sunrise is a wondrous gift
and sunset but a promise.
:: 11-25-2018 ::
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I am (my love is) love
as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.
:: 11132015 ::
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THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion
Pain obscures light.
Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.
Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.
Love can never die.
And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise
So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.
:: 11-02-2018 ::
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WHETHER morticians wear
the makeup of cadavers
or madness is the friendliest
voice makes no difference
you are sick
to believe loud colors
have no mouth
and the trunks of people
grow deeply rooted roads
that have many toll booths
the rich pay for free things
and the poor steal dreams
those dead envy the living
and those alive
feel so dead.
:: 10-27-2018 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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