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THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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WHO hates me? scholars? sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father? I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure and never stop!
I was a child and then I grew up! And now an
ADULT OF DEAD CHILDREN — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say! A MEAT puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015
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WHO hates me? scholars?
Sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words of my heart and expect
no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up! And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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WHERE ALL m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!
Perchance b e neath
a blooming peach tree?
upon the cusp of the lips
of a smiling clown or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u n k n o w n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o be!
I love my ;;–> better
than you!
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1
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I AM flesh
-lessly human and
full of busy days emotion
I am s tran gley less
tha n most
The soul of Antiquity that
forswears bedecked beauty!
–I AM everything I’ve met
and curse not
the things that
vex me — I love myself
so much better than you
What can I do?
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev1.1
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BENEATH the tears under the eyelids
of a broken heart across the fields
above the vast skies you see your soul
floating in dreams
Gently weeping spirit-soul speaking
to all you take a cloud inside
your mouth and all cellophane anger
melts so you find yourself in a
paradise of laughing Zebras holding
zero-umbrellas on a tram-trail to Heaven
And all the worries you ride upon the
car-marshmallow ride
A nirvana trip of hearts: if you
picture yourself in peace
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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It’s been some hurting time: I lost it in a dial of fountain garbage youth — catfish mouth hooks and I never saw you sorry inside
Boreas is colored freezer pain! I haven’t had a hand job or pie Since the government gave me opportunity or more chances than churches where Jesus hangs on solemn walls while
flesh bags cry and pray for all their sins in a covered wagon somewhere in the 1950s black and white television. Gee I never knew ancient ones wore makeup and butterfly Lips like a hungry flower in a whore field. The sky gave me her scars like purple vaginas missing periods for months.
And Billy went to the store to pick up a jar of fat pickles. She never reached behind the curtain but I had my dummy and a fist beneath his cheap shirt making all the moves of a failed life.
11-03-2014 ::
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I dreamed disgusting me
and see my hands so red
leaving pain and hurt
the dream i hated became
what I ever was
just a child confused
and i wished when i pulled
apart the wings of butterflies
i could be a wingless one too
so i am and never flew
like my butterflies we walk
oh yes, it burns butterwalk
each step from flight
oh, burn, burn! I could
never say what I mean
and express in my words
what a little boy feels
when life was crushed
from his heart so I smile
seems the wings died
when I walked out the door
another person into the world
And I forgive the shadow
who kisses me instead of love
I saw a spark inside my heart
it separates life from death
and butterwalk between both
:: 12-05-2014 ::
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Zeros leaving //crazy//
like a hole in my heart
Ones too like a gypsy
just a digital bomb
holding a broken rose
and your laughing eyes
i’m so mystified…
you’re a mystery
a soul without a home
and I’m so confused
like a dog begging
for a leash to hold
you sitting pretty
We’re the new generation
throwing life away
upon a social wave
of silicon media
But I’m too burnt
so I’m trying to say
just to you — you got
the best of me tonight
Catching zeros and ones
across the glass I hold
Sorry but it’s true
you got the best of me
holding your broken rose
and my crying eyes
Oh, I’m sorry but it’s true
your zeros and ones
got the best of me
and we’re throwing away
the best of life that’s real
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Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving
Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night
And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting
I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be
Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming
And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!
:: 11-13-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
A DEAD SEED IN THE SOIL
THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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