skies so blue
scars so dull
life’s wild
love so cold
textured sun
within my mind-
shield:
every time a
big lost
fight to the
end — takes
both my hands
frown
forgiven
smiles
bring the
sun.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
PERFUME OF HATE & LOVE
before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
immediate lights?
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless — a perfect example
of words! aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
breath. Please. To laugh.
Believe. aaaaagh. with hospitality
they blindfold your look.
:: 08.16.2020 ::
YOUR HIPS ACROSS MY SHOULDERS
PLACE your h ips across my s h o u l d ers
PLEASE.
i have s o me thing to say —>
hehehehehe
to your pussy brain :
i said, seriously.
I wan to know you
YOU.
Your dreams
your Fears
what Loves you’ve had
within this Life.
so place your hips across my
shoulders please.
Because, well.
I have something to say to you.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
TERROR SPREADS
EASY was media until words became
digital (you love . yourself now) Oh,
humanity i swear i learned how to not
Love Myself (the location of all enemies
upon a plane) m y l o v e died, flower
too and my lip dried — what should
we do? flaccid penis and dry
vagina? from head to toe we
think — i won’t complain: the
famous steel within the condensations
receive gratification always — WITHIN
MY BODY of glass — I grew with love
from you (a lot of bad blood) bad news
OCTOPUS
she before 100
-better than everyone.
I am on a level plane; no complaint.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
PAINT JAR
i INHALED a summer bug
down my dry throat
— so lovely its okay \
so happy because i died /
and reborned years ago
within a paint jar —
Firefly heart; hot night
booked for years & every
day i was scared; lit my
candles until I found God.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
HER LIPS LIKE A HERO
\
Running through fields
of nightmares
catching bites
of falling sun
how golden and round
are your lips
like two heroes they
save me from drowning
this One takes my hands
saves my Life.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
FLASH OF MYTHS
i was not alive with varying shades of my love through veins like blood; as a new born with every step i find myself many steps behind and all dusty ancient words and spilled crystal tears:
FLASH OF MYTHS
producer of anguish & bitten plump lips of sorrow
or am i mad for realizing the
FLASH OF MYTHS
hangs the ?- mark of mortal fleshy-brain-minds.
Eternity has no need for you to hurry my Love. Enjoy your days!
:: 08.13.2020 ::
DYING & HUNGRY
I
Not a firefly but equal
to a glyph and less or more
as light within a cage of flesh
steals like riots —
my mind prowls the poverty of
Life.
Excommunicate while suffering
without shutting up and hearing
past ghosts whisper:
“dying & hungry.”
08132020
ODE FOR GNOSSIENNE NO. 1
AND like poured water the love spreads a peaceful river across these wooden
floors aspired; dying or sleeping it reaches a lake alike my own
dreaming wishes! Sore, purple-lit shores oh burning sand!
And tearful horizons cutting light — appears an apparition of love!
Should i, after mourning and tears, conjure strength from God’s love?
Such strength is in nature and my heart but so too a refraining
strength of force in such crisis! I am no saint and church prayers
in summer burst-colors all sins turned purple butterflies away!
And soon! as I have seen so you the coachman beacons at cool night
a lonely soul comes away from love!
And what saddle-ridden journey has such a soul forsaken
to get across now, Unto eternal life?
:: 12-18-2014 ::
::rev: 08132020 ::
I AM DUMB AND I AM WEAK
WITHIN the heat of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes so if i ever say
i ever denied love only because i am weak
and i see you and i know how colors paint
life & how broken hearts weep for more tomorrows
And dear : i lost my mind and my mouth | i see how
seeds grow into frail flowers
/so i see my shadow \ even in sunlight —
so i am dumb and i am weak and so
human. So if within the heat
of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes / i lost my mind
and forgot the spectrum of colors because
i lost your love. So sun shadows i burn
looking at your light and wish i could be
so much as you my brilliant sun and my mouth
and my teeth and heart and my soul weeps
tearings looking at the moon shadow.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
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