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EP Robles Sep 2018
DO not weep for me   tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.

Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.

If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;

the language of Things
Great and Small.

:: 09-25-2018 ::
Do not notice me for i am only sometimes.  The rest for pain, forgetting, and blaming.
EP Robles Sep 2018
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
  through my heart --
is how my own Life  
governed by Soul
on this and every day

For some a prison
by thoughts

  whose fears as bars
  and regrets like walls

i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!

:: 09-26-2018 ::
Cold and calculated or driven by compassion and emotions?  I say all thoughts first through the heart!
EP Robles Sep 2018
THE severed line of life!
My spirit sealed;

i was away in death and
of no human fears;
and so many hands
that could not feel
touched my earthly
years

a constitution
  of empty chairs
  silent motion or force
  the heart never saw;
  brought by bounty
  eternally diurnal's course
  of tears, fears, and screams

i too was dead when alive

:: 03-03-2015 ::
:: Rev:  09-22-2018 ::
Living?  Dying?  In between both?  Not sure?
EP Robles Sep 2018
Tears are
Eli
  xir
lush is
  l
  y
like eye
deli
ciously!
Myeye enTOMED IF
MY
OP
TIC HEART BEATS
of c o m ing love
and waiting is
spent in I- SO
lation
but rewarded
by golden souls!
So pain is a seed
and spirit the tree
i bury my roots
D
E
E
P
L
Y
!

:: 12-31-2014 ::
emotions are abstractly strong and move across the entire spectrum of human life
EP Robles Sep 2018
absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird's body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

  then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a 'something'
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.

Words.

The devil's insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
   we might see the super-
structure of reality then.

What then?

  HORROR.

:: 09-21-2018 ::
life, death, horror.  The things in between the blinks of an eye that we miss.  The forgotten thoughts that alone die and the diabolical voices that remind us of just how **** human we all can be.
EP Robles Sep 2018
IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
"My Fear Does Not Believe In You."
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.

:: 09-20-2018 ::
Love
EP Robles Sep 2018
WHY does sorrow soar as love
and sadness sink like fear
and love burst like anger
when the mouth remain
as "O" and hands clasp
like death as arms flay
like clowns and tears be tears
when the world remains as is
while is is not as good as good
can be?

  Wake me up
when the curtains
have fallen

And as the lights
have dimmed.

:: 09-20-2018 ::
Notes i have none.
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