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i removed myself today from focused pain
(a thing that’s so real) and heavy days
are over so i believe(d) with pale tender
white feet walking over a road
strewed with shards of reflecting memories
like my empire of thoughts
:all dirt leaving me alone
in a soul of colored pride
beneath the stains of time
and eating — like someone
who goes all like everyone
i’ve ever known, goes away –>
beating sound within my
chambered chest full of
earth’s old timid grace!
you wished to make me whole
And your tears past before
a splashy muddy mouth in
the river of my own life
:whatever i’ve become is
exulting,gentle love
in the end…
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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i cut myself today
upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear
who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)
like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days
and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived
with how we cling to
our minds always
sharpest when comes fear
until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest
final air
is what we become my dearest
friend internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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THE penny in the gutter
saw me ; nothing more exactly
terrible than
throwing opportunity away.
one lost by holes in a pocket;
than like despair which impersonates
a lonely street: me || the walls ||
my heart that lived, asks: “should
mind overhear and explain “Who?” —
the silence,knowing,feeling,SAYing
“do WE pick up the penny within the
gutter?” and then maybe hugging a
lonely dying destitute soul within
a park: a penny for your thoughts ~
for your hearts, for your soul
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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PROOF has a
roof of towers captured
in narrow moments and,
what if you and i awaken
to discover hearts
have picked the
brimming-lit flowers of
life-passion?
(some pain too)
; our dreams that leave
our feet wet from the meadows
of time we’ve run chasing
for reasons!
and if you turn away
let it be toward the sun
and me; we that
bring light to proof
that roofs are towers
capturing narrow moments
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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TOO quaint
being the great
wishing well!
lust is a drink
which who’ve stumbled
crazy steeper steps
of love and life
hearts are supernovae
bursting light ! when
thenSOME s8uls who lit
lovers who are these lips
until and who came?
across the filiament
kicked and spurred
“it feels i’ve just heard you
love, the screech
my sweet Jennifer: and whom
i too have never met or
anyone like this soul
it is spirits and with
illimitable days;
forever fruit
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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YOU, SUNFLOWER my personal Nation
the native of beauty as well — harvested
love-seed!
i am slightly bent as a stem against
changing winds
tall of course, my face of bright yellow then
again brown center – sometimes red!
my heavy head-filled with tears(sometimes)
seeds
a remarkable flower am i,
tough, easy to grow– as long as the soil
is not waterlogged
and heat! drought-tolerant!
attractive to BEES and BIRDS
like my heart and soul bee!
me: SUNFLOWER
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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i could hear the spraying ocean singing song
when longing afar from loving shores
and there upon the moonlit sands would
i hope to see the footprints of romance
and love toward my own island-life
if i heard the praying lonely singing longing
voice upon the ocean waving wane of life
:you
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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