A HUNDRED POEMS - C WHITE SPACE DETOURSA Poem by E.P. RoblesI ride the path by mouth - a trillion bottles of water -- parched lips: and nothing more! Give me you love; oh i need that thing badly. The pen so dried and tears taken of road by south. Dusty road of youth and hunger for passion.love buzz Who should feed those vagrant words? They starve during day and flee by night! And detours, forked by white Spaces and pregnant pauses give birth as too tiny doubts upon ink! love buzz Ah that soul drives me mad. So give me love. I watched the children drown there. Within possibility. A fountain in the square of town is where I dip my quill, and the Crier shouts, "Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!" Remember all the good souls! Oh give me your love. :: 08-23-2014 ::
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E.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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