Author Archives: EPRobles
Like Presidents Blowing Smoke
Dream the Quantum Dream
VIII
I have not a Mouth nor a Brain
I have not a mouth nor a brain
and not a body for conveyance
but a thought is mine.
I know many have wondered;
death, death, death —
to what end is finality?
No ending but always as always
beginnings; mostly bright
colors and rushing sounds by.
Not a dream nor a waking moment;
but the in-between compromise
and serenity we go by that way.
The actor releases one costume
then decides upon another persona
and learns lines for the stage.
AND wishing the curtain falls
upon roses and much-desired
applause.
:: 10-01-2017 ::
IV
AND if we dream.
Quietly as though
the babbling brook
demands so.
AND there by the trees
a hobble-knobble
moon goes telling
sweet thoughts.
WITH pine in air
and stiff nipples
expectations like dreams
touching goals.
There are no impossibilities
just fears and blocked roads
by brain we the insane
mostly never overcome.
:: 09-30-2017 ::
III
III
A very busy mind full of broken
shaped happy forgottens
two eyes to see A third
to know
This hand and that tongue
this foot and that lovely
word:
CYNOSURE
IT HAS those many points and
like matrix math it flips/
flops over all other points/
like my thinkingMAYBE
might be a bruise upon
deceptive causes
And those goddamn questions!
poking a calm bed of ants
prickly scalp scratching
ideas LIKE those we all
tuck inside our lower basements
until the snow comes
My fire burns very brightly
to incinerate the weakest won!
:: 09- 30-2017 ::
TASTING LAST WORDS
i tasted the last words
just within my mouth
and drawn into this life
where orchestras awaken
blood from death
Walking in muddy boots
across the fields of
the world’s death
i took a breath of life
and saw babies eating
remaining memories
i tasted my last words
just there in my love
and drew conclusions
: love is our life trap
and whatever price
i have is priceless advice:
that love is everything.
:: 09-29-2017 ::
REINCARNATION ALL OVER AGAIN
REINCARNATION helps you
sometimes makes you
feel alive
and sometimes dead
Life can hit you
in the face (oh my)
and memories of youth
are always sometimes
good but now it’s bad
And with lessons to learn
who can keep you in
your seat: maybe now
it’s time to recognize
your brothers & sisters
and now”
we all shout on we
all shout on who
are we <ah!> we’re all
tasting stars and moons
and hugging hearts >
these days are so strange
and everything politicized
forgetting no matter how well
We speak the truth is true
: we are all one.
Oh mama we are all one indeed!
Oh, mama like John said, ”
everyone is high and there’s
UFO’s over New York and I ain’t’
surprised.” Such strange
days indeed!
:: 09-28-2017 ::
EVERY POINT OVERLAPPING EVERY POINT
THERE ARE LARGE HEARTS AND SOME TINY FINGERS
there are large hearts and some
tiny Fingers clasping the
tender petals of teardrops
and if my own mouth large
it would taste and dare eat
the sun gloriously drenched
sanguine-golden promise
vertiginous and spiraling
like as when heads of daisies
by blue winded skies breath
twisting swaying in deep love
is how i think of you my love
is how i know i how’d is
this love more than art!
:: 09-26-2017 ::
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