Daily Archives: July 5, 2014
BiRDs HaTE HUnGry CATS
I took the wax of your melted face
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of devils
cried playing fire harps
while I stomped tulips beneath cloven
hoovesMyGaud sees me naked
even the tattoo on my a$$;
Nothing hidden from his grace
i have a trick o’ bent knee
and a disease life gives me
a beating heart count down
and the numbers are weak
and your purseLips kissmee
i lick the floor below your \feet
crying harps sing and a devil
laughs behind SunsKinCANcer–
a curtain of angel hair; she knows
i eat the baby breath of gardens
and the birds hate hungry cats
:: 07-02-2014 ::
Rev: 02.23.2020
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[shadow stab me my love]
I fell a sleep in a box of pine
and had the best rest in ages
awoke with two quarters
laid across my tired eyes
Fifty cent dream of death
worth every penny for the rest
[every day is a pain]
my skin-suit lover loves me
tonight an invitation of the pine
let’s make it a full dollar dream
her heat-sex death grip on me
and my poetry to bury the pain
so shadow stab me my love
:: 07-02-2014 ::
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tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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so tell me —
does the devil
dance with shoes
or hooves?
and does an angel
sing with a tight halo?
and mother begged me
she said wear underwear
in case I had an accident
— a size larger shoe
fits nicely over hooves!
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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I have a lover who runs
away f r. O m my own
the ink bled so she runs
my reposed prose dead
but her. A quick feet contains
the voice I have somewhere
in my cellar brain attic heart
I touched her skirt tonight
to morrow I feel her breast
and rip out her letter-mind
I shall eat her until she cums
(Comes) inside my factory wordsmith
–> heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #eternal, #love, #poetry | posted in Death, Eternity, Horror, Life, Love, Paranormal, Poetry
SALVADOR Dali
taught me
all I need to know
about reality
Its a canvass
moderately melted
in the mind’s furnace
07-04-2014 ::
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WE all sleep as children
a solemn belief of night
the majesty of our life
a twilight kingdom
and I love you my dreamer
who comfort my empty life
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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IF you show me your heart
I should know your country
I have no need for rail
or journey by carriage
for you have shown me
your land of lovely life
it is my destination
and no boundary line
save the one you give
my heart’s permission
my travels are lovely
one for the soul that
awaits your heart!
:: 07-04-2014 ::
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I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Awareness, Death, Poetry, Surrealism
E.P. Robles | Poetry 