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EP Robles Mar 2020
No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
                                the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
      bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion                                      the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
      sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
'Death is a miracle feeling no pain'
toward my pain's feelings long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles,    -Father;
     we children cry when we see
                                 the End of Loved Ones                                     we
                                 believing YOU: funeral                                    or    
                                 victory!

:: ~~ ::
EP Robles Oct 2021
AND if you go -- love goes away?  No, it's understood.
My love stays as freedom is a breakfast food
as if love can live with right or wrong (undestood)
or rolly-pollies are from frightful mountains made---
long enough just for you and me.

As though pain can pay the rent
regardless of genius please the talentgang comes
to collect the fallen minds and hearts upon
the sidewalks of understanding.  Everywhere.

So as it is;  my whole life:  as my coalwood eyes
burn wint-air oh waiting (my love) for spring ?(y)(w)ou(w)
un-air-stan?me
crazy
me like

evry-ting
we can do it for just Me and You.  So bring it (with love)
for a landing -- without misunderstanding -- as there is no
end what we can do together without end.

see shebert lips of babies and their beating exploding Love-hearts
: with a little luck we can help it out.

:: 10.24.2021 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
(i could never hide
  because)

i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain

   allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul

i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i ***** honey

so sweet you want
to die

i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter's fire

i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free

of your lies

if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit

it's all you wish to be

more than a smiling face
on social media

i'm a spirit

a golden bee

i'm a spirit
of personality

:: 09-08-2018 ::
Be strong, be honest, be truthful to yourself and be braver than most men.
EP Robles Sep 2018
I had run out of it i'm out of it
mind you my mind that ran away
first by feet then by train
paxil was her name a rotundish
hard skinned pink pill of a ****
so sleeping a tossing flipping
dreaming dream i witnessed a mess
messing up a dream:

this slot of sliced land jutting
with clapboard housing a shouting
with roaches a toasting the best
of a meal they boasted
the strangest of stranglets in
a land of strangler piglets;

two step eddie backed up to a window
owned by a rider, says he with
back to a drive-thru widow, 'take
this shotgun, won't need it, take
this broad sword too, and take this
forty-four again won't need it,
i'll keep this grenade cause it
needs me more -- see that man there
, snagged my lawn cutting his own
, watch me walk over there.

Two-step walks over there and pulls
the pin and once again they do like
they do the owner of that window
was a copy-cop over 44 and says
to eddie, 'don't pull that pin you
sons of guns, sons of burning suns!"
Pin pulled, trigger pressed two slugs
in the valley of the deepest cracks
of two buns and all is done.

And the female dog under the oak
toking-tree says to her male friend,
'your banging will wake up the
recently dead if you don't stop
banging and start more slapping instead;
no-step eddie tells the devil he
needs to brush his tooth but forgot
his teeth brush under the bush.

Never cold turkey Paroxetine
and slip to sleep on a Monday.

:: 06-26-2018 ::
strange dream, caught in the cold.  cold turkey paxil is not a funny matter.  Ugh.  It was the most unbearable!
EP Robles Sep 2018
DOES LOVE TREMBLE?

PALPITATIONS LIKE THE
SURFACE OF A CYMBAL!

when sun ignites
romance's flame
or when two hearts
resemble

   a Gordian knot--

oh! so simple, surly not!
tidal waves that crush
the shores of souls!

:: ~~ ::
twisting, curving, knotting, knowing, blowing and cursing life at times is living.
EP Robles Sep 2018
Holy is the feeling of you  with  me
  marching through life  with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time

  but all these feelings of mine
  allow me to cure pain
  to endure the bite of my Mind
  
  When you're with me
  beside me and not
  against life you're
  with me /. Marching through Life
  with this heartbreak called RUIN.

:: 09-25-2018 ::
To have a partner in life!  This I've never had.
EP Robles Nov 2018
Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)

Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.

LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons.  Detective Mister
found his ****** revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police officer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner;  misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.

:: 03212016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles
EP Robles Oct 2020
Jason had this penthouse apartment that was centrally located in Beverly Hills.

He was incredibly clean, but in an overwhelming kind of way.

The carpet and stuff were spotless, the cabinets were plastic, and the paint was not chipping. I felt like I was in a Doctor’s office waiting room.

He was snoring loudly, and just at the right moment he opened his eyes.

"Ha! You are dead! This is a dream, right?"

I felt a bit offended, as I was obviously the one snoring.

"No, no!"  He pointed at the clock. "It's 4AM!" (Lucky number 8!).

"You're a zombie! You're dead and you're dreaming!”

“I’m a zombie, alright!" I yawned and started to hack up zombie gore.

"Watch out!" He screamed and jumped out of the bed.

"All right, you monster! I'm dead and I'm dreaming! I'm dead and I'm dreaming!"

He chased me around the room.

"You're not dead, you're a zombie! You're a zombie, that's just what you are, a zombie, so it's a dream!" He threw up his hands. "You can't win!"

“I can't win, yeah? That’s right, I can't win. That's my luck, ha-ha!”

I hope you like midnight horror flicks." His face crinkled with confusion; the zombies smile that I was always afraid of flashing on.
"Well I didn't say I was a horror movie person. Oh, that's right, but you said, I'm dead and I'm dreaming, so that's a horror movie, right?"
I thought about it.

"Okay, I guess it's more like...like if a zombie comes to my door..."

:: 09.24.2020 ::
HOW
EP Robles Oct 2021
HOW
HOW

With heavy BREATHING as (faithfully) her lownecked
throat -- something in how her 19th centry dress little
topples and expands. Emily Dickinson?

One small foot squared /mired in silk\ wrinkling lost
asking me:  how we are here now \ i slowly within
sun-drenched ponderous arms bedecked /time travels --
whose white thick wrist deliver prompoty
to a deep lap of enormous mindless HEART.

How i never believe i now but always in "how"
and how she tells me i need no other lover :
i won't leave her now/ how i believe her now \
asking me how i believe in her love -- i say
"i don't know oh i don't know"  how?

something in the way she knows.  And all i have
to do is think of her -- it's what she shows
me.  I believe in "how."

What I believe in how.

:: 10.24.2021 ::
EP Robles Oct 2018
I COULD YOU CAN


i could be your butterfly
with a kiss
i could be your never-die
and you'd miss
i could say hello my dear
and you'd smile
i could be all or nothing
but i'd miss

all of me
all of you
all of me

You can keep the diamond rock
and the bill
you can sing a song of love
so i'll heal
you can kick me to the curb
with the trash
you can call me from the dead
with my head in hands

i could you can
i could you said
i could we did

:: 10-27-2018 ::
EP Robles Nov 2018
i like it when you whisper and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.    That you sing while speaking
all within my own heart i too fall within you
filled within my soul you and mine within yours

i like it when you whisper  and the world wishes too --
knows what madly soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels snore;  i too fall within you
-- are part of my soul , stay forever

mostly i like your whisper-love within my heart side-by-side
at night within the spooned bed and moon smiles fallingly
stars wishing they had one as you.

:: 02-14-2015 ::
Rev: 11-10-2018
love
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 Oct 2018
INVISIBLE and broken
  are we
unknown to our own kind
  are we
indefensible and ruined
  are we

Our life is mystery
Our life is heartbreak
Our life is evil
Our life is worst off

together so broken
and shameless

No heartbeat between us
divided between day & night

gazing from the gutter
of a private dark heaven
  is our life

Getting closer to god
Getting closer to life
Getting closer to meaning

it will never be
it can never be
forever stalking
those unlike you and me

We are the creatures
of the Night.

:: 09-29-2018 ::
horror, creatures, fright, fear, divided
EP Robles Sep 2018
if two is one

and One is Love

if two are last

and we are glad

if then let it be

as love was meant

to be;

all of smiles, tears,

and all that is life!

and therein i have

chosen God; i shall

even more love thee

after this death of me!

:: 08-02-2016 ::
Love
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
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
l o v e.    elephants too.  

  .  ants. /\ R doing all that

couldn't be done.  Smiles Making

All that’s unmade  and her SHE’s

best with peanut’s butter so LOVE

show me  EASY not a thing so undone

        save all who cannot be saved

      hug the porcupine and the insane

     and in the end it’s the moon or maybe

    even Mars — where they inhale

Laughter and breath out NASA emblems

     while teaching rovers to catch a star //

love love love ALL ||

:: 09-01-2018 ::
EP Robles Nov 2018
my sweet precious Living
Life by a kindest Soul
before rains the Sun
does not know    Tears
are small Oceans  in
largest doses   becomes
  brilliantly sparked
Emotions
  my Sweet Precious
Life --
i am living   spaces
  as stairs climbing
two-by-two in Time
toward the Heart's
goals!

:: 11-09-2018 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured

my love is there
my love is there

of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance

but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life's quadrature

:: 09-05-2018 ::
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
\ i have a finger
   it has a trigger
i have a bullet
   it has a chamber

a perfect fusion
to combat illusion

  and i'm rolling
back down the road
to the city we all
know of

Linger City
Linger City
Linger City

Where i keep
my finger
with a rigor
mortis snicker

***** you city
slicker
my funny bone
*******
is a state of
perfection
all within
the limits of

Linger City
Linger City
Linger City

yeah /

:: 09-12-2018 ::
It's one of those moments and I won't ignore it.  Write on.
EP Robles Oct 2018
listen.  Of hearts that sing --
wailing aside.  Better if eyes
could taste the color love
And in flight with bee
a passionate kiss from thee!

:: 10-15-2018 ::
EP Robles Sep 2020
Listen.  Today i lost my voice -- it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants.  If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience.  Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
  the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it's sharp and exquisite edge.
Listen.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.

:: 09.11.2020 ::
EP Robles Nov 2018
I am (my love is) love
as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.

I love you.

:: 11132015 ::
M
EP Robles Oct 2018
M
A serpent of the deep
  without the creep

As two mountains
  and their peaks

is "M" so bold --
       Majestically!

:: 10-16-2018 ::
Anthropomorphizing M
EP Robles Oct 2018
EAT me maniacal mannequin
kiss my wishes.  i am a broken
misunderstanding that only you
can understand AND SO the sun
Falls down across the erecting
Moon --the movers fell into
gracious love with the shakers
  so lick me maniacal mannequin
  and hold me until my skin turns
  porcelain-blue like your heart.

:: 10-05-----2018 ::
None
EP Robles Oct 2021
WE walk upon the lemon slice like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate ' a heart full of pie
and i love pasted upon your face (within orange-spilled
skies) makes mascara smear when i taste your heart

oh, moon like a drop of caught tears!
i crushed you there in my fist,
and on top of day i forgot your name
when i tasted your heart it makes mascara smear

Oh well, oh yeah
it's an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
christ-like lover.

:: 01-11-2015 ::
EP Robles Sep 2020
i look within the mirror     (things are not looking good)
a mind of a man;  a soul of    a woman:  when my dreams
stretch out love surrenders.    
My body, savaged by pain   (i am as a peasant)
undermines Love.
  -- makes romantic spirits
leap into the bottom of a
deep chasm of Earth.
   The soul can never get old    a marching army of night
invaded me as a weapon; but as i breath i repel
the hordes with my heat
i sought a woman so strong
,      intelligent and soft: a body of skin, of fire,
of firm and thirsty milk!    
i hold her bountiful *******  ! and hug warm and womanhood.
   still i feel i am sinking:
   so now you know.  my thirst  and desire for woman without
end -- a wavering tight road!
   so now.  I know there are cemeteries so lonely, for my kind.  
   Dead bones that do not move.  but all dead and
   living hearts move through a tunnel!

:: 09.09.2020 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
MoMA i cannot give my children
    away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes -- flatSURFACES making
tears  |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ' Simply ' is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
  ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear.  We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

             *

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::
Bearing prose is a birthing experience of the soul.
EP Robles Nov 2018
And in this morning
ice-baked skies
that I be drawn to the
glass-cold window
was a pleasant
albeit utter surprise
To see -- I did!
Across the way
beyond the oak
between the frost
and misty cloak
the Monarch
who flittered by!
The grand vision
-- crystal snow
drifting flakes
against noble color

such a butterfly!
EP Robles Mar 2020
the mouthOFnoise eats the silence;
everywhere NOise!)turns my insides(
out/-of Tears i said to the mother
holding empty children's shoes

EyesofSorrow drowns her sight:
only to eternally see all horror
with sightless eyes that diligently
cry-/i once had a great Love that died

                      the Ghosts of
Antikythera's Cell Machines burn
the sharp edge of decaying reality;laboriously
the longest Legs of Time march forth as it
steps over my shortest Thoughts within the
MOUTH)of(NOISE

:: 03.26.2020 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!

I ate the soil but not
the bee but even thorn!

I saw the gnome  
inside a root of tree!

I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!

This I did all before
but never within my sleep!

:: 08-26-2014 ::
nature, imagination, dreams, reality, love
EP Robles Oct 2018
MY heart.  Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
  Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
  Is how my teeth have
  broken.
    Now mumbling.
  Babbling nonsense!

:: 10-15-2018 ::
EP Robles Nov 2018
My heart has asked of me, by the stream
it asked of me:

(What feelings are if anything, truth.)

Do the trees sing their songs
  when the wind blows?

The spider web sways but maintains.

When your legs are moving along life's
twisting paths, do I (your heart)
speak softly to you?

The witness are the clouds above you.

As the tears come who sees your
shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon's call of nothingness,
that spins your mystery.

And sunrise is a wondrous gift
and sunset but a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
Once upon a time
I looked up there
for a chance to find my God
but the attic was empty  
so i lose.

Now my name's Forgive Me
Now your name is Forgive You
where do we run to
when all's exposed?
Where do we go now
when the sun has lost
it's giving light?

Now my name's Forgive Me
if you can remember this
So Bow down eternity tonight.

i bought a bonsai tree for free
placed it in the attic
and now have God.

IT'S within the wine  
it's in the news
it's within everything
we love and sometimes lose.

And my name's Forgive Me
And your's -- "I Forgive You."

:: 09-25-2018 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
My sweetest Evening!
You are always welcomed.  
An entrance into my calmest moments.  
Your embrace / a long lost lover / but a  day since we made love
my dearest repriev’er
of harsh afternoons
and hungriest louder mornings.  
  Come.  Tell me how the world shall sleep.  
as when kittens cry for milk.
The purr-dreaming as rumbling
rails of clickety-clacking travelers
from unknown countries.    Dressed for each season.  A boldest boutique unsurpassed by circumstance.  My sweetest Evening kissing me!

:: 09-06-2018 ::
My kindest friend.
EP Robles Oct 2018
Nearest  is closer   than furtherest dead

  will you walk  with me   i am stepping
  over tomorrow  into  my wonderful-est
  dreams   over and beyond nearest
   further than furtherest within my head

   and of my heart are melodious feelings
   will you walk  with me  i am stepping
   over  tomorrow and into a bliss
   where tenderest is softest as love

As nearest is closer than furtherest dead

:: 10-07-----2018
EP Robles Nov 2021
NUMB(Land) came ashore near the boat house
where i last saw my precious kitty cat.

And upon the edge of sea and skies
i see a brewing storm and i fret for her.

How i want her and I need her although
she acts as though she never loved me.
i saw inside her eyes last night
that she cries all for me.

I stayed home all week and now the storm
past but my heart aches | i won't forget her.

Today i found a soulless mouse next to my door.
How she breaks my heart because she shan't
cry for no one any longer but I believe in her.

::  11.16.2021 ::
EP Robles Nov 2018
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultra-omnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love

:: 09-01-2015 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles
EP Robles Oct 2018
IF for a moment   then this moment
  that if any where truer
hours would weep and time should die
IF for a moment then now is ready
  that sweetest of knowing
When all is well and love alive

:: 10-15-2018 ::
EP Robles Oct 2018
How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it's ills renders me unsocial
to think of it's crimes too horrendous
How sweet it is to turn an eye away

And farewell, sweet world, my dearest
fiend.  That we remain calm and serene
while all things great and small burn
makes us one of a kind.  

That I have secluded my sanity from all
******* of my fellow creatures
and have remitted self to tangled
words and convoluted thoughts ...
makes all of my internal organs
breath easier.

How sweet is our affliction.

Humanity!

:: 10-07-2018 ::
Madness.  Complete and utter madness.
EP Robles Dec 2018
PREDAWN:  my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.

My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.

Life.

An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!

:: 12-24-2018 ::
EP Robles Mar 2020
ONCE is less than MORE    but if you go off
allow something to grab you if you fall
   inside pollen-eye bites when you
   taste blue and smell summer zeros hiding
   inside
   a hookah vision ,,__,, defies logic
      bends the Divine Proportion of smAll
   a supra sutra deluxe rule fights cRhyme
      sends the devils running
           higher fly these angels
   so heavy to consider this;
        once is less than more
             is less than
                less
                  |
                  V
                
              than zero
                  0
                

02.28.2020
EP Robles Mar 2020
Peel me off my balanced scale
add chocolate morsels to my -->  WOUNDS
Kiss me my puffer fish Lips
THANK YOU my orchid-eye'd mess;

  i've enjoyed your moss pit ACT
  We're all characters
  writing stories ---
  Life's Pact!

:: 03.07.2020 ::
EP Robles Oct 2021
Oh how we hate
that our skulls
**** our souls
& how we mate
***** things

i lost my voice
i lost my arms
i lost my heart
in so many ways

Inside a filthy human case
of PRE-BORN skin
is this:
Traitor  /burned
transistor\
insidious *******
outside my neighbor
we burn the streets down
inside our homes we take
the whip and nightmares

Until the end we sing
hello and hell no
oh whoa IN the skull
the monster ***** our souls
how we mate with ***** things
yeah.

Until ***** angels bury
us and cover these graves
with their muddy wings
no denial no denial no denial
.

:: 10.26.2021 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
these feelings bleeding
  ******* of Spirit

these emotions swimming
  indecision is winning

help me --
  i've got no mission

help me --
  i'm full of rivets

i'm all broke within
  my insides

these thoughts crawling
  further away from god

you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
    of where my Soul has
    gone to die

help me --
   i'm waking up drowning
help me --
   i'm too complicated

And these feelings bleeding
  a ******* of my Spirit

:: 09-28-2018 ::
Just a bad stretch that everyone feels from time-to-time
EP Robles Oct 2023
FOREVER is not a given thing ~~
it is a memory

what is love but not eternity?

how love can build and destroy
cosmos alive?

as flesh wastes away
after death ~~

love stands strong astride

with intact personality.

:: 10.25.2023 ::
Title: "Forever is not a given thing"

In these succinct lines, I delve deep into the enigmatic realms of love and eternity, juxtaposing their transient nature with the enduring quality of love.

1. Imagery and Symbolism:

The poet begins by challenging the conventional perception of eternity. "Forever is not a given thing" challenges the assumption that eternity is a guarantee. Instead, the poet presents it as a memory, implying that it is fleeting and subject to the erosion of time.

2. Philosophy of Love:

As this poet I then raise a profound question: "What is love but not eternity?" This line delves into the essence of love, suggesting that true love is synonymous with eternity. It speaks to the timeless quality of genuine love, contrasting it with the impermanence of other aspects of life.

3. Love's Duality:

The next lines, "how love can build and destroy / cosmos alive?" capture the dual nature of love. Love, often seen as a force of creation and connection, is also capable of destruction. The phrase "cosmos alive" conveys the vastness and complexity of the universe, hinting at the magnitude of love's impact.

4. Mortality and Love:

The lines "as flesh wastes away / after death" starkly contrast the physical decay after death with the enduring nature of love. This juxtaposition emphasizes the immortality of love compared to the mortal nature of the human body.

5. Love's Resilience:

The concluding lines "love stands strong astride / with intact personality" depict love as resilient and unwavering even in the face of mortality. The use of "intact personality" suggests that love retains its essence and identity beyond the boundaries of time and death, making it a powerful and enduring force.

6. Overall Impression:

The poem, with its brevity, encapsulates profound philosophical reflections on love and eternity. It challenges traditional perceptions, exploring the complexities and contradictions inherent in these concepts. The imagery is potent, and the language is evocative, inviting readers to contemplate the mysteries of existence and the enduring power of love.

In this analysis, the poem explores profound themes with poetic finesse, challenging the reader to reconsider their understanding of eternity and love. It combines philosophical depth with emotional resonance, showcasing the nuanced perspective of a poet.
EP Robles Oct 2018
IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies. Do you see
the orchestral skies? It is teaching the stars
a new dance for the world’s coming funeral
and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows
and she is aching. and every bird. Sings one
less song each day.

The phenomenal gift called death.

:: 10-06-2018
I think it says it all.
EP Robles Sep 2018
PICASSO where do you draw the line!
     disjointed reasons
etched across my mind
a
  proverbial t hou ght
o  n
hinge
what say you my man - so abstract!
     rejoicing voices
love s hare s  bisecting angels
and pleasure di verge across
p o in ts
a fissure in creativity moves!
     you  c r a w l e d  out
punching real ity  in the jaw

shattering concepts --
creating new law!

:: - ::
Lovely art.  Surrealism and abstraction are best for me.  Realism is the thing outside the window.
EP Robles Apr 2020
ALICE  all your friends are slow
if you follow then you shall know
but if you choose the rabbit hole:
    
   All our friends are there
-- they all ask of you; even
   The One you know
he has Sudden Moves

   IF you wait for reality to ask
then the universe will feel abused
but if you choose your hand
   o v e r   a    g  r  e  n a d e
the blood of the psychopath next
to you will release all pretension --
  ask him;  look at the eyes
oh daddy i love you
but outside is the boss
   i think he is one of us

:: 03.30.2020 ::
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