i saw what i was and wondered
lonely as a cloud when all at once
i tasted butter fields
That those who dance upon Stars into
longer line — along the bay the dance (by
the lake by the trees what twinkled always
a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee
how no poetry could foresee
the wealth that showed to me
whilst vacant as i am
the words that came to me
inside solitude.
this lonely company.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
IF ‘never’ spoke it could not. THAT ‘woke up’ is at least an eye
i spent the next hour sleeping!
How presence always passes while i stay here \\||//
I would Love to write something that turns you on; but nowadays the news is rather sad 😦
i could laugh ~ or drink a cup of being late. how i love love as it speaks in purple and yellow
I, skinny sluggish Priapus ate my heart to save yours and Today after dying over again — how saw i your brilliant smiling face
I’d love to turn you on then realize this is just a poem
and my fingers are full of chocolate waiting for devour it all!
I would love to kiss your lips. Would you kiss mine if they were all
female marshmallow pies? Would you hug
me if our chest were devoid of lovely bumps?
PANDEMONIUM
:: 04.19.2022 ::
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
Shit.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.
The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.
Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.
It’s a prophecy.
The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.
Ergo; short lives compared to humans.
Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!
Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)
“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.
Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?
MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.
Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
Jester of cosmos became undone
Spurned feelings of hollow love
And mother And father And siblings
were never there
How unspoken
unspoken is life
What of the man in the sky;
the forgotten one who never spoke
while i bled ~ held a white flag
surrendering to pain but no one cared
all offboard abandoned into deep waters
some live some will drown
no one wants to play.
Oh, how surrounded by lies!
taking a walk outside
even the ground eats the
footsteps i take;
walking away from this
nightmare of broken glass
of what was no thing.
Unspoken.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
SLEEP awake. Sleep. Wake. Now _> tell me;
what is madness if not waking up to this same
day without a Savior: so gently hush
your eyes and fly with me (You see doctor:
‘WITHIN every dream my
heart takes the final steps
toward oblivion. With every beat-step I take takes
me much further from something we call Heaven.’
And when standards of living fall dizzy it’s only
a true force and we question is there a heaven?”
and as a madman I dream and say:
“I am the butterfly who moves mountains and hurricanes
I am chaos dripped in color on a journey by seven suns.”
So shut your precious eyes and sing and dream
“I, too, am an alien in human flesh
trying to feel human too…”
So we suffer! As children without parents.
:: 04.17.2022 ::
HOW we eat grapes with swollen lips how we give blood for Love
how butterflies float-dip and grass barely stands
while so wrecked we are “oh those memories!”
For the most i hope all meaning isn’t lost within a small madness
for most i hope: my escape wasn’t much too laggy-loosey
but to be free is the shit yes, it’s all inside our heads
now universal jester court jester of humans ~
i appreciate that but please
to appreciate that but please
nothing is to explain how my heart drips wonderful
memories across all of eternity? [yes] Does it have to be?
Was it meant for me?
Then she kissed and said, “Stay asleep and keep faith. To be
true so true is to repeat yourself
~ “There’s so many ways to confuse your head.” ~
If by meaning — i repeat myself — /Crack a slice from now \ — kick
off your shoes to find yourself free)( for the most i wish by feelings
in morning you’ll begin to see the light which you slept last night
— slip drops stand rolled discuss dead air and please explain
about the many ways we can believe in life
when we leave the Love we held so close.
We held so close.
It’s a Soul boy. Nothing more. Never need to discuss it again — slip out the side
between white and gray — light or dark will set you free.
:: 04/14/2022 ::
IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.
Born in love Born in hate
Something lost One part precious
One part wild One part child
Lots of pretty women
Wages war they of insinct
such hunger such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.
Born in love Born in hate
Something lost One part precious
One part wild One part child
Lots of pretty women
Wages war they of insinct
such hunger such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?
Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!
Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?
Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.
So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.
:: 06-22-2016 ::
MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal interpretation //behind psychosis and need for control.
ticks and rolls his eyes his lips rubberish proclaiming righteousness:
for dullards — persuasive. ]\
Both sides feed the madness; one side — a voice of God!
the other; REPENT so intelligence prevails,
while the spirit and soul snitches
weak mindsEAT confused souls.
the grey light of not KNOWING,
our lightheaded twic twoc inlgy attacks
a need for clarity.
a world spins unknowingly as though
consciousness is ether.
i too admit it is oppressive
how man espouses thoughts into reality!
lot of his physiognomy;
their manly trousers pressed into
ejaculating spats.
blind eye leads to face — well-runed.
THIS dance!
This trance! Silence breakers.
An old man in beige, like a janitor
in the back bedroom of a barrio waiting on the lid to drop.
the priest is dropping his trousers.
NARCOTICS: the ancient gods and our feelings towards them
a lance of fire – a brain with a mother’s milk.
a protective shield, thanks to the invention of machine
purity also possible for many.
NEED to know needs to know callousness accepts.
conduit and refined quartz weather radar connects,
the asphalt bridge crossing a broad river of chemicals
A DREAM, a heaven’s journeY.
The soul journeys through a desert of twisted words, a
psychic bubble where five guys in sandals watch a laser show
but not really see a cartoon mouse
and a smiley guy climbing the mountain that houses
a naked reptile with a webbed hand that flings
its claws.
Of kindness
:: 12.21.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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