Category Archives: #abstract

MY BRAIN BEGAN TO PONDER

MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.

‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.

:: 08062019 ::


Hugs ARE Squeezed to Contain BURSTING Joy

SOME. thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
joy: …my privately confessed
delusions —->. God please return
my m I n d \. THESE pesterous
Cherubs sending L oVE
air mailed /I delightfully collect
their stamps for the golden saliva
by cherubic artist can visit me
post return of my comatic brain.
unraveling|~|

08052019
© EPRobles 2019


OUTDOOR MARKETS

eye-GASMS are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate meringue pie before
acquiring a human fedora and
impressed all the women at
the outdoor market where
butchers smoke meat and
flay cigars with white whiskered
smiles. Where were the yokes
when sadness crept over the
clouds and a comedian choked
on a badly baked joke. ?

::08042019::
EPRobles c 2019


The Silent Machine

OUTSIDE the silence the machine
E A T S my liver
screws my tender insides.
For all the failures wishing
i could not think of living
the beautiful memories
of yesterdays /i’m a failure
of tomorrows\ rolling dead
eyes in a river & thick
rooted hairs screaming |
THE END COMES so easy
watch the sunlight dim
in a moment all dream
time screams by(e)
dear___i knew not of you
but married twice believing
–>take/took my heart
and slung it around the sun.
OUTSIDE the machine
eats you & me. screws
our tender parts.

:: 04-20-2019 ::


t HeGreat est won deful my SteR y

t
HeGreat
est
won
derful
my
SterR

y
of
Al
l
is
tru
eLo

ve

:: 03-08-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


HIGH THE I HAVE

if have i if i
had high while all
little beauties were
dying i had them all
within just ‘me’
is the beauties that
seem to always be
that most pain.

e.p.robles (c)2019
:: 02/09/2019 ::


WHEN LOVE Dies

(w

he n

lo

v
e

d i

es)

for

gi
ve

me

:: 02-08-2019 ::


WE’RE MAD

Of course! It is apparently
— so, do you also know?
and how did you realize it
— too, by two’s, four’s
or even more?

We’re mad.

And now it’s written
so there it goes!

A dream, a thought
as a bird does soar
of course! And now,
–now, aren’t you glad.

We’re mad.

:: 01-06-2018 ::


PHENOMENAL GIFT

IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies.
Do you see the orchestral skies? It is teaching
the stars a new dance for the world’s coming
funeral and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows and she
is aching. and every bird. Sings one less song
each day.

The phenomenal gift called death.

:: 10-06-2018


SQuEEZeD

SQUEEZED is my brain so i think nothing like no thing
stitched partly into vengeance and frozen time Madness
i can hear the poisoning troop of deception cloaked behind
lies calling me
ooh oh ooh aah ah aah
so show me ruin show me evil
show me unsee-able things
i will show you armor
i will show you strength
i will slay you from now
until the very end of time
some call me nothing
some call me conscious
some call me love
I AM HEARTBREAK

:: 10-06-2018 ::