PRESS the flower & scents
into lab tubes //&\\
present futures ——
aroma pursue’d dreams
: so are WE of SOIL
the oblisque of Ancient
enticing smoke /ink within
Skin so Human taste:
echo say: we can-z
remember we are not at
all — wail wail wail
for air. We sleep +
AWAKEN.
:: 05.12.2020 ::
HELLO; an act of no fault
deeply sleeping but
hello to ALL while i am
dreaming upon my prose;
hello at the seeing-sleeping
fault of my glyphs
— how to express the, ‘no
one ever told you’ — i no
no no disturb a fault while your
family genetly greviously mistakes
you never knew your fears’& i forget
,no one told me how you gently sleep
folded deeply within your forgiven
Mistakes/
:: 05.21.2020 ::
LOATHING a cheap thought i sought
wider walls of discernment — i broke
my spinal-cracker back by the blow-back
{shoot, darn-it} dams are made by beavers
:looks like you give a damn
my thick binary-filter of Zero & one
: like , over mE___ hon-knee i
scraped my low-lyin’ heart for many
Human-sad years; i just want you so
; it maybe babe drives me a bit mad:
—///synth-comm :093492034 — disconnect |
interstellar comm link uncoupled: charges
apply during FTL (Faster-Than-Light) Travel
outside Federation parameters. [Remember:
we are dangerous to anything other than
humans — and how we still treat ourselves!]
:: 05.19.2020 ::
i wish to be a word
for a day
to better understand
character & its prose
i suppose whatever
happened to
the mind outside
my Soul has freely
given up to be a word___
and what word would you be?
for me?
l o q u a c i o Us
:: 05.21.2020 ::
a healthy tree
is strong & solid
but not more
than a grove
as together
we are might;
apart — weaker
than our whole
low er our roots go
higher we grow!
TODAY i left myself
; no fanfare or tears
but heartache to have
known such pain & fear!
“Which way toward Heaven!”
all released Souls yell —
but we do not hear the
lucky ones, only our
agony within this
flesh & burden //
–05212020–
i was tipsy-topsy turvy thinking
like a dreamy breakin’ heart
if you every go; so like me lonely
–you like my jealously had a temper
and possess love –>like i hated you
be free it’s me without anger ; when it
gets down it gets deeply lonely — pink
frustration and low-granted trees-tree! No one will see it my
Way: it’s me with a high root and low canopy
so like me without the anger — fool…
a free wish of winds — allow the free
moments come forth –>…..no anger.
when it gets down it gets lonely
some kind’a lost; what a mantra my monster
what a ‘coming back’ to push back — so you see i am me without
Seeing all that anger once around me: makes me mad made me sad
and sadder until i broke into little Pieces of Me.
it is a Crime to Break Down
while Saving Souls
:: 05.14.2020 ::
SOMETIMES honesty is heard as:
“blah blah blah blah wee blah!”
we are familiar with that
fake voice
— we People have been a part
of a process that has existed
for a great while now; it is
the psychological conditioning
to not even know the Truth when
it stares you straight in the Face.
:: 05.19.2020 ::
BUSTED purple-daze
all within my head
confection floating;
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
goodbye
burning golden
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me
:: 05.15.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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