Monthly Archives: December 2017

December 26, 2017

LIKE AN ANGEL

By EPRobles

On the cover everything seems so swell
but …

Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole

Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere

And within your heart
I wish to be

Like an angel hovering
above the storm

Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes

Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you

I’ll wait for you…

Like an angel singing
to all of heaven

Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing

I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.

:: 12-26-2017 ::

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December 23, 2017

THE WORLD PART THREE OF WAR

By EPRobles

THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders

The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming

But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.

And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!

:: 12-23-2017 ::

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December 23, 2017

THE PIGS OF HISTORY

By EPRobles

THE painful feeling of existence
resists loving feelings
strangers smiling
like seeing a unicorn
All hypnotized like
stiff necked geese
And I’m just sitting in
my car dreaming red to green
So mesmerized by propaganda
from the deep state of losers
Katsu curry on my plate
ginger too and merlot
makes me happy

Mesmerized society flunks
a key element of life
but I’m happy with merlot
and no reason why disguised
terrorists kill the innocent
they proclaim to cure
and media owned by a few

A few bastards
who think they can control
the emotions and feelings
of the masses
The ignorant pigs of history
they forgot to learn —
I’m waiting for my …
chance to tell them.

:: 12-22-2017 ::

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December 22, 2017

THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH

By EPRobles

I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.

:: 12-22-2017 ::

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December 21, 2017

YOUNG LOVERS

By EPRobles

break my heart
I’ll be back again
Cause I once said goodbye
But I love you so much
Because I said once goodbye

So You, I love you
i’m the one who
has many things
to do
But I won’t pretend
I thought you realized
if I ran away from you
I’d come back again!

So, I love you so
the one that loves you
And you have better things
to do — to break my heart
once again.

I’m not trying to pretend
that if I ran away from you
I’d have a surprise– never
knew you’d break my heart
— I wanna go but hate to
leave you; hate to leave you

But if I run away from you
you come — the one who has
many things to do
this time I’m not trying
to pretend and I hate to
leave you– if you break
my heart I’ll be back again.

:: 12-21-2017 ::

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December 20, 2017

CINDERELLA’S DREAM OF ALICE

By EPRobles

WHILE the sun hangs
within the skies
cloud guppies eating
side-windows
of space-time

a memory flashed
fell the promise
of perfect love

Cellophane lips engulfing
the floating boat upon
Love’s river  and breasts
dancing in gravity alone

Your dream is awake
but you are asleep
someone calls you
but no one’s home

Undulating umbrellas
and laughing zebras
a shoe from Cinderella
that fits the lonely soul

Meets Alice in the sky
yesterday is gone
because you are a different
person now.

 

:: 12-20-2017 ::

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December 20, 2017

HEART WITHOUT A FACE

By EPRobles

I’m all out of hope
just one more jolt
to bring the fall
When I’m thinking
of my home so far
away it’s so easy
to disbelieve

It’s all a heart
without a face

Listen to my voice;
spent so much time
My words are so sad;
makes love true
It’s all a heart
without you
And when I am
so far away
tell me it’s easy
to deceive

A heart without a face
A heart without a face
Till you embrace

I’ve dreamed so many truths
I’ve dreamed so many you’s
I’ve spent so much time

To keep the dream alive

That’s what makes me sad
Trying to make it true
A heart without a face
A heart without a face

I’m about you.

And all hearts have face
And all faces fear
to embrace.

:: 12-19-2017 ::

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December 20, 2017

12-19-2017

By EPRobles

THE heart has feet and bravely walks —
Frequently are of no color but all
frequently are of all hurt souls
Frequently are the dreams of all.

My own Spirit
My own screams
My own broken heart

And back to the square
of needing

As often a cranny
Where it used to be-
Shifts the paradigm

And Earth upon Axis turned!
The Council of twelve performed!

:: 12-19-2017

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December 17, 2017

FROM MY OWN MIND (2017)

By EPRobles

Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.

But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.

My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.

I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.

That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.

So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.

And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!

:: 12-17-2017 ::

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December 17, 2017

THE WISH (2017)

By EPRobles

I can never have you, nor will I have you
ever, this I know. Possession is fear,
taking is thievery, and love can never
become caged at all. I give you my words,
through poetry, and a kind photo at times.
But nothing more than most of me. You,
who belongs to science, philosophy, and art;
I commend your love of beauty and knowledge!
That most are born within a dream so deep
they shall never awaken; you are awake my dear.
The pleasure created by our conversations
gives an impression of being almost real.
So, I dream across this distance between
our hearts and for all the imagination, for
all that is a liquor’s magician, I kiss
your lips as well and wish, I wish,
to have your body next to mine at the end
of every day.

:: 12-17-2017 ::

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