Monthly Archives: November 2021

November 17, 2021

OBSOLETE WORDS

By EPRobles

i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
strung together-wordsOfsomepompOus
poetCrying a vacant heart out.

We are the students
We are the vampires
without reflection
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
dying flies

Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness and Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross

:: 11.16.2021 ::

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November 17, 2021

KINGDOM OF VICTIMS

By EPRobles

i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
strung together-wordsOfsomepompOus
poetCrying a vacant heart out.

We are the students
We are the vampires
without reflection
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
dying flies

Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness
a Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross
so i cry for obsolete words.

:: 11.16.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

MIDNIGHT KNIVES STABBING SPACES

By EPRobles

WAITING for electric mouth to memorize
the places making strange faces moving
spaceless inside my empty basement

It’s the light
It’s the sound
Its all around

Me — sleepless making prayers to go
without blinking and darkness all around
(and strange faces)

Can’t hide from machine that keeps a world
crumbling so somedays playful writing words
wishing we won’t let it through

This is the day and sound
this is the night and tears
we all live — life & ground
comes the war machine of life

This night — that sound here comes the war
machine oh such a warm machine of life
it tears apart the wishes sometimes playful
but leaves us all alone in the end inside our minds

This is the night of midnight knives stabbing hearts
:here the ground and beneath dirt we finally realize
we wish to live life.

Its all around. All around.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

LOVES IMMORTALITY

By EPRobles

impossible are the ones who love, that find emptiness
: ensuring love’s immortality.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

LOVE LEAVES NO TIME FOR ANYTHING ELSE

By EPRobles

Love is delicious, the door ajar.
Life — a fame belonged to me.
The anterior life of personal
ecstatic experience. Mine.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

THE BEAUTIFUL ONE

By EPRobles

I am not the woman who makes nice
inside a kitchen nor without and
inside the bedroom. I do not like
the one with balls who squanders
family’s name for any sense of fame.

I prefer the soul who enjoys the
flame.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 12, 2021

AND KELPIE GAVE ME STRENGTH

By EPRobles

the electric thought impaired
my decaying mind, this tonight
in here and there, still looks,
the bruised infinity
of my blue humility,
and a breach of decorum
tore a mouth wide-apart
[mine] large and accurate,
not persuasive but one
accessible for the stars
And Kelpie gave me strenght
whose hoove-falling heart
breached the in-be tweeness
of this world and my own

:: 10-04-2014 ::

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November 12, 2021

BEASTS INSIDE A CLOSET ROOM

By EPRobles

NOW      SLEEPING  as time tik-toks by
my — shoulder hurts like bleeding eyes
upon my Idol of Christ  so my face is numb
so here we go /crock cooking human spine:
my senses go into delirium and now i go
My vacation is a skull inside a dry mouth
oh now //we go so we sing alone
\i try Mouth> dryfully is anyone else
entirely (sexy sings more suddendy  than)
whose tiniest delirium smiles? may Be gigger
big than scope __>figgers: face so numb
inside my room. Hidden him in a closet
closed in my shroom. A of point of delirium.

What, ?  that beast i heard screaming
in the night.  A woman or fox weeping
in her heat?  

:: 11.11.2021 ::

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November 12, 2021

COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS

By EPRobles

DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.

Oh romanichel heart. For the world.

Swollen lips – un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!

:: 11.11.2021 ::

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November 8, 2021

ONLY MY LOVE

By EPRobles

AND IF I GO AWAY
WITHIN the hands
of my love\forever love
So i express
it’s my love every
where dear — oh how
it’s understood
everywhere
And when we pinch
money to live ; it’s
our love understood
how i love my love.
AND WHEN the cold comes
in seasons my love warms
me as love should.
Oh, my love and only my
love holds the key
to me.

:: 1.07.2021 ::

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