THIS night below
a brilliant moon
who knows the fate
of romantic fools
No longer am I
here or there —
only with you
As night falls
sweet passion rises
twilight winks below
a dividing line
of sky and mother earth
I do pursue your flower
and kiss your mouth
and taste a fragrance
so sweet of tulips
and the wind sweeps songs
upon my tender heart
We’ve frozen time
So slowly slip
beyond the reach
of mortality
Above the skies
— into eternity
two spirits as one
we fly
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YESTERDAY was a wet sorrow fallen from a leaf
and I picked up the pieces of your broken heart
I thought a skip or two from the hip of my heart
would correct the limp of your soul and spirit
Now you, my friend, have serious damage of life
(I commend the spirit of your endeavor lover)
But now I refrain from the flame of destruction
but love the teeter-totter of fatalistic love
(hush my love just bite the lip of fate for us)
and now my shoes have lost their sole —
and souls of those that walk without so much
begin to regret the price of one-for-two
Pretty woman…(yes my love) pretty woman
I cannot deny the love that keeps my orbit
Pretty women…(so my love?) pretty women
I run in circles trying to find your reason
run I do when my lungs collapse from denial
Let my sorrow burn the fields of flowers
from your maddening sickness in this season
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COLORS of confetti and streamers of dreams
won’t you let me taste your joyous laughter
I have a machine so shiny and wondrous
let me land it here and enjoy your city
What would your world say if I spoke hello
shatter economies — making it harder for the Pope
The message I want to give goes against the grain
So I have to say just flow with the moment – I’ll go
But I want to stay for a while
and spread my love to the world
but remember I do what you did —
to the last one who landed here
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HEY MYSTIC woman
what spell you casting now
Caught your third eye
last night in a deep dream
I was floating on a cloud
watching the wheels turn round
You gonna spread your charm
across the horizon like atomics
I just want to catch your charm
and wear it on my neck chain —
burn a hole thru my heart
and into that deep thriving soul
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BY what measure
to determine love
Surely not during mingle
but upon separation — I say
Then only does the heart —
feel what it has not
The mortal wound of happiness
— // —
WHEN days become memories
and shadows feel no more
Stand beside me my love
and tell me of sweet tomorrows
–//–
A LINGERING indecision laid bare…
and morning sighed with me beside
an internal debate flees — asylum
With turmoil between fret and fear
So I decide…
A narrow splinter jiggles in the mind
Like how someone treated me – a wreck;
Love, like us, a barren and somber alter
Without her triptych
And questions remain…
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DIGITAL DISSONANCE
BROKEN video
Instagram friend
Twitter fiend
Bring to me
Flesh and bone
Tag this — fuck you
Like me — diss you
Scream forget you
Lick my like bitch
Plastic hopes
Drop the soap
Really now…
Don’t you know
Forget me now
Photo dope
Living shallow
Hello? Hello? Hello?
Hollow…hollow…Hello?
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