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Like winnable wars like broken hearts
feeling there’s no living gods
Like a poem that is out of reach
that no ink can write — i feel you.
While dreaming hope like a smile of love
without a lover a little foot step
without impossible dreams
there’s no unbeatable odds.
Shall I say it again?
With dreams there’s no
invisible walls and i sing,
“I just want you”
There is no Juliet without
Romeo, there are no thrills
without incurable life.
and I just want you
and I just want you
And how are you?
There are no in-crimeable crimes
no reason or rhymes why we lock
doors between living and life.
If there’s an Alpha I say
oh me again (omega) possible
dreams and I just want you
i just want you i just want you
how i dream fall-smiles
within your soul dear
Are all the beautiful flowers of your soul!
:: 10142015 ::
rev: 11.10.2020
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WITHIN the heat of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes so if i ever say
i ever denied love only because i am weak
and i see you and i know how colors paint
life & how broken hearts weep for more tomorrows
And dear : i lost my mind and my mouth | i see how
seeds grow into frail flowers
/so i see my shadow \ even in sunlight —
so i am dumb and i am weak and so
human. So if within the heat
of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes / i lost my mind
and forgot the spectrum of colors because
i lost your love. So sun shadows i burn
looking at your light and wish i could be
so much as you my brilliant sun and my mouth
and my teeth and heart and my soul weeps
tearings looking at the moon shadow.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
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roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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between thoughts
such depth
my heart sank
–today.
The widow of Souls
now am i –? or
a mirage of god’s
weaker image?
this does NEVER
matter within my
own heart; i am
any-and-everything
i wish to be.
& MORE!
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
* wreck yourself
* be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
o f YOUR MIND.
:: 07142020 ::
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THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
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o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
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AND your strawberry eyes
with a sweet liquor!
a ,”NOBODY’s” Spirit sang
\ my own heart!
(i need) A Sweet sender brought
a wind of over-under Wonder!
(calling un)in(to despair)
fat lady sing!how
i love a mostly Large-almond-Love woman
each famous heart finding love must
end in each of everything____ (so many years
pass since I first wrote my last note)
around a wounded mind
of little fingers! A n d love is no wrong
with(a lot of you and me the faith of spirit)
c o n f i r m e d in heaven’s
solid congress! –> the message with a castes
blue bottle unto the gaping mouth of hungry
Ocean!
:: 03-12-2015 ::
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i complied with Life
but i did not receive
reciprocity:
loquacity — not of me
go ask the baker if his
dough is dry he will kindly
say, “Ask any Poet, to perish
is sans verbosity!
:: 03.25.2020 ::
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i can take Life upon my chin
i can take it upon my head
although it makes me sad
when i have to see it all
within my eyes i don’t see
a polite way to make this call
/oh wishing i first had
a vision\for a poor humble
wide-opened poet/ of no age or
time and then of no-more
\life is living while you’re bleeding
each day of Life is closer to Death
oh boy.
:: 03.23.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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