…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
So love! Sow love!
All the greatness
we see in expansive
hearts and blue skies
my sweet love!
That short potential
stir in eyes;
that storm of heart
is the eclat of hungry
souls ~~ when thinking
a right to be whole
may only smell roses
and all seasons of spirit
chashed by imperial officers
of a hidden universe:
so love! sow love!
That your hands are within
mine makes me whole!
:: 07-01-2015 ::
UnInterestEDStrokinGLY ugly
)inside(ALL OF ME)(
i watch
silently the OUTSIDE of
me lyinGLY
and hungrily hugging a
S H A D O W in this
unkempt park of my life
to feel so alive once
complete. LY
so yes i’m leaving, yes
i’m no longer believing
all the soothing suing
words of a convicted soul
I feel I fell in love with
AGES AGO
:: 07-01-2015 ::
I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning; just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt
I found the meaning of every
moment — dark; a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat
It kept my tears neat
So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!
Just me and doubt.
:: – ::
Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life: I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun
::-::
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
::<>::
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
oh Royal Blue above
all of us, loved
oh golden soil below
that souls kiss
and all of all of you
so preciously a gift
that souls should know!
I sing with silent voice
and feel with shout!
And dance the birth
of life in every moment
this life should give
to me; today tomorrow
yesterday and after
;thoughts of you
my Royal Blue above
my golden soil below
the world is a meal!
the soul a hungry mouth!
the heart a dish to hold
this thing we call life!
::; 06-13-2015 ::
AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and men shudder by utter
extant fear//life with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners
:: 06-13-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NUCLEAR FAMILY IS A BLAST
FOREVER nothing
no t hing
just a mixture
of DNA and skin
hahaha __> evil
scientist and
psychiatrist say
” Y E S ! ”
So I reach inside
their skull and show
how well I sit on
the thought of
Mother Universe
Say you are a hater
say I am bacon
Say you like beer
say I am a wineo
we’re all the same!
Manicured lawn
pink flamengo
white picket fence
drive way up to me
inside through my doors
see how life lives
not a tv show dear
the monster skin of life
comes alive!
Say you called the
police and then we smile
all the sane incarcerated
and I have a kit kat bar
so I’m well fed in my heart
:: 06-27-2015 ::
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