Category Archives: #4:20

August 1, 2020

THE WORRIED SCHOLARS

By EPRobles

      hairy love is brutal
i kissed the epitome
   and swum across the
seas  —  like i screamed
screamed before:  you’re
so good — more than love
could wish for more —
i do not love you but because
i love you i die every word/
wishing scholars worried about
my thoughts –> i cannot protect
for their degree is a back city
trance; hahaha \ studying
me.

:: 07.31.2020 ::

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July 25, 2020

REMEMBER ME TO WONDER

By EPRobles

WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.

:: 07.24.2020 ::

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July 22, 2020

lalala-da-lala-ta-dah

By EPRobles

NOW that i have lost everything
for you :/grieving\:
take all the icons of your wild
world (too hard to get by
upon a smile)
& now lost within everything
old |–>so THE-new-breaks my grieving
heart –> so babe baBY its
like a sorrowful sad girl
just because we’re best friends
doesn’t mean there’s good strangers
lalala-da-lala-ta-dah
: evil eats tender loving hearts
so new so white so black so true
so you leave so take care
;take all that makes you beautiful;
this mysterious world is a wild
world so oh baby it’s a wild world
(as the child you are: never want to
see you sad, girl so take care and hope
you have a lot of friends out there —
just remember there’s a lot of bad there.
)

:: 07.22.2020 ::

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July 21, 2020

TURANDOT: NESSUN DORMA!

By EPRobles

so now i have eaten
all of you tiny
brilliant throats
of my heart!
i have not escaped
my madness either
: together the morning
and night meet —
today the sun and heart
oh so glory!
i forgot humanity
to live within fantasy.

:: 07.21.2020 ::

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July 17, 2020

FAITH

By EPRobles

no need
for military  solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
  if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
  i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me  FAITH
  so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
   (oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed  my eyes to EXIST.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough

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July 16, 2020

KEEP ME AWAKE AND ALIVE

By EPRobles

SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 16, 2020

RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

By EPRobles

RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

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July 4, 2020

THEN WITHOUT CALAMITY

By EPRobles

In this past I remember crickets &
flies indiscriminately conflating
phylum and Genus. Whether my flesh
within Babylon or Bayonne–
tonight is the toast of this Night:
Herr Ludwig Van Beethoven
his anger and brilliance could bore
kind hearts but his sugar notes and
finesse of the keyboard was charity
and progress — so sick am i within
all these strange looks […]
we saw and heard and were all these
sick happy heaps of children on the brink
of pleasant discovery.

:: 07.04.2020 ::

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June 30, 2020

A COMMENTARY ON WRITERS

By EPRobles

Hemingway, i smell your cigars
like when you had a friend
shoot a cigarette out your mouth
so i smell what you are
words burning sheets of
paper like i hate me and so like my heart –>
Emily Dickinson; weed dipped in alcohol
made bees buzz your brain
plus heroin caused
time to freeze so that carriage of death
would stop for you And I’m the lonely one
who knows it hates my untouched soul
i leave it for the angels who should rape me
and take my soul into their den!

:: 03-28-2015 ::
i moved somethang around

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July 25, 2015

WHEN MEN ARE AFRAID OF THE LIGHT

By EPRobles

my heart is a monster
born to destroy those who come
too close to my flame
–i trade desire
for a piece of your soul
(even though i
know i am human, oh!)
Even though i held
the cup Jesus bleed within
i am a monster
and someone said
“love isn’t something you
find — love is something
that finds you”
and what do i get for my
pain? another monster
who loves love as a game
and i know i suppose
all of my life i’m afraid;
to accept a child who’s
afraid of the dark
but not when men are
afraid of the light
so i cut my wrists!
and what do you want?
it’s 4:20 and i’m gone!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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