Monthly Archives: July 2014
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
And nothing hurts like your mouth
:: 07-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Horror, Love, Pain, Poetry, Psychology, Sorrow, Ugly
DO you know loneliness?
It has a quaint cottage
next to pain
and they BBQ on Sundays
and share a soft warm tea
when it rains — death is
a neighbor in the attic
of dilapidated homes
that soul with low real estate
:: 07-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #poetry | posted in Death, Life, Poetry
MAD is a reversal of DAM
the busy beaver builds the wall
so high
a small creature – big teeth
dam is my wall
mad i climb
all my teeth within my heart
and I, the smallest
of them all
:: — ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Poetry, Surrealism
*#thun-d£R@%
$lov€+’
d£s||troys @
I saw you my love
and days melted
my — I // cry
a tiding plate I filled
And my God gave too
for our love
but silence died my
deathly heart sang
butter — eye flies
and blossom –>
My bosom full
of(over) a heart nesting
beating ivory moon
so I cry and what-did/does
I tickle ivory keys and sing
of death and love and life
shame on my soul //+\\
I love and loved my lover
:: 07-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Poetry, Surrealism
my wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
what month long that noose stretched!
a hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
i fell —
for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
D
R
O
P
:: 07-10-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetey, #surrealism | posted in Love, Pain, Poetry, Surrealism
I once loved and it was good
and I asked God if He approved
His answer to me was this:
“My goose bumps created
the mountains…”
So I seek love again
but fear God’s pleasure!
:: 07-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry | posted in Divinity, Love, Passion, Poetry, Surrealism
My sick dark lover
I did not mean to kill you
when you — a hungry soul
placed your sharp iron fangs
into my immortal neck
I forgot to tell you
I am the fallen angel
that ‘Father of vampires’
and you — beautiful soul
over-dosed on pure
angelic blood…
: 07-05-2014 :.
Leave a comment | tags: #gothic, #horror, #poetry | posted in Horror, Life, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized
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 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Awareness, Dreams, Eternity, Love, Poetry
blew, the wind! Again!
a splash of rolling red
across the hill unto
an empty toad (road)
the bleeding Rose of red
a tumble turned twist
until she rest before
the toes of my heart
— perfectly painted
manicured toes
my princess —
soon, my heart! Wins!
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Love, Passion, Poetry
If I died within my complete madness
would I go to a heavenly asylum
One of celestial rubber rooms
and mad scientists of Freudian School
I wish my God a savant of love
who adore romanticism and Mozart
We should drink tea with Jung
and hear of intellectual mysticism
:: 07-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Death, Eternity, Mind, Poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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