THE VOID began its journey
before the Word spoke
and into light one begat the other
a universal echo of laughter
Our stage is not one alone
but a platform for a world
of souls here and beyond
Attentively they watch the play
so learn your words my dear
the performance of a lifetime
that we may give the audience
that which it has paid in full
:: 02-01-2014 ::
You asked me for a sign of faith
I showed you my blood filled scar
Trapped inside a shadow box
I wish I could eat your face
what was born was a mistake
I threw up your placenta-grace
Love-hate makes my day
watching trolls bleed away
watch the stones crack away
Marquise heart cuts my flesh
such a pretty stone I bled away
wear it on your flesh
let it cut through your bone
And you dream another tar pit trap
for the next lover-exhibit show
let the buttercup freeze in your mouth
Cataclysmic love bleached bone death
love hate wait let’s begin again
:: 01-31-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 