destroy
EAT
devour
is what it
commanded
the Evil
is at times
a Friend &
friend @ times
Evil devouring
Love : is Judas
–the original
Liar.
:: 01.02.2023 ::
Author Archives: EPRobles
About EPRobles
The Liar
Once Upon My Guitar
\
what Once I Played Upon
my Guitar //
LIKE a bomb
inside my empty
S K I N
it’s all
gone inside and dreams
oh nightmares of what
IS THE EVENING LIKE
(Me, American Indian)
A BOMB inside my empty
skin . /dear my love.
We sing. Cry, we
weep for All of Humans
and this sense of Time.
As then once simply
ate a ginger man cookie
and saw everYTHING.
Is my Live remembering
all.
Purple is pretty.
Pink Love weak π i love
you /those\ archeologist
digging me. I love.
And I beat you there.
:: 01.02.2023 ::
Not This Not That
HOW now is yester thing
you could be more than
anything other than
tomorrow | it isn’t this
and not that : love blob
bub buddy = we tried and
sang things we never heard
unsung : i made a pie for
your smile to EAT if y o u
become Easy in time____
i am a silver alien suffering histories
of all life forms lovely Mi-Lelion soon i come
finding our Blue Star and all the jaunty
rocks between my heart!
:: 01.02.2023 ::
Spiritual Prescription
It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
Eden is a Garden
EDEN IS A GARDEN
whose soil knows
not thorns
As Seasons are shadows
that cast upon lives
and dreams
i am not wishing
i am not weeping
i am not dreaming
but i am still here.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
Eating Lust
INKY was a word i swore i never would never
compromise i cleaned my eyes
and watched how inky threw her clothes off
Twin towers oh no mercy twirling
them ~ ah ooh /we had a fun time \
And tomorrow was fine
picking up her bra
and panties we went
into the forest and ate nature into the ground.
Thunder. Thunder. There was gold. In the dirt where
we held our knees in the ground.
And we knew there was no going
back — throw me a pass: we
were fucking in the green.
Yeah, in nature.
Eating dirt ~~ shaking at knees
God made us what we are —
thunder struck — holding flesh
and spit and screams.
Watching flesh swing
watching it at my knees.
Eating lust.
THUNDER!
:: 12.28.2022 ::
About Love
My heart flutters ~ by thought
and while sight of you
how i hear raging rivers,
their waters cool me.
While watching morning pink skies
there! A dove’s wings fluttering
or maybe my heart?
All in air today.
Love, love is love. Love, how love
loves. Today is a forever of
bright tomorrows! How hugs melt
strongest hate and how I adore you.
Always and Forever.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
An Angry Common Thing
IS beauty by my needing heart?
when my soul sang, ‘the universe
gave me the love i should adore’
Silently by my yearling love
i saw you and by unslow
more who and here
unto their unknown
leaving perfectly undo
leaving no thing perfectly
dressed i might adore
but her voice sings to me
and i am the angry common
thing of love.
:: 11222015 ::
Pieces
Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
Recent Comments
EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV…
You must be logged in to post a comment.