Category Archives: #abstract

G O D O F P A I N

broken footed children
lose teeth oh! yellow
liver and dying slowly
(the priest pissed upon you)
oh, even though now
i know how much life
sucks for the many
(broken/homeless lives/)
i still pray to the
god of pain!
still i scream:
“Hold me up until i’m
ash against the flames.”
Jehovah died as Adam ~
planet X every 3000
years wrecks the best
of plans and i kissed
my heart and now wait
for the funnel of light
so i know how much life
sucks for the many
and i still pray to
the god of pain!

The God of Pain!

:: 01-11-2017 ::


///i’m a Lost Freaked-Out Mars-Day Man\\\

Hi Lola I’m Phillip and I read your profile and find you very
interesting. I like your sense of inner strength and also a
sharp conviction too. Formidable skill sets! I’m highly
educated too and will be starting my PhD early next year.
But, I’m not just a ‘nerd’ but also a poet and musician of
sorts. And painter. If interested, please SMASH THE ‘LIKE’
BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STATEMENT

oH, i wrote you a small poem while writing my quick message!

// AMAZING POETRY ! ! ! \\

THAT’S SA’ DAY

I remember when we met
was a day i fell off
the highest c l O U D!

So come with me
toward a memory
when we First Met

Well sweet dear
come with me
my soulmate to Mars

Where my Time stopped
and so did yours

A time so Wonderful ~
if you come to see
with me Love

An Ocean of Gold,
Blue and Jasmine
so i tell you:

“Oh, that’s sa’ day

and i love you!

Some day it’ll be ok

:: 11-29-2016 ::

///END TRANSMISSION\\


The Divine Art

Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles

:: 09-02-2016 ::

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HEAVY TUBES IN THE SKIES TONIGHT

SIGHT! if i still had it
[my eyes] this would
have made me cry t e
a
r
‘s’
ooh …ooh oh-oh ; by
sticky frames within
t i me we saw all
possible expectations
fusING our SOUL FROM
2 TO 1 /O! oh i always
wish(ed) this day to
never eND!\

:: 11-23-2016 ::


Garden Dig (My graveyard prose)

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PARALLEL SEEDS

windy blue waking babies
sleepy cotton too
  ?kissing
        pillow       -smell
lovings ❤
so such a perfect day!
eternal something
life from [me]
  my stomach
now barren field
  bountiful crop
my farmer and me
 rocking upon
summer dream-drench
country porch
All hands within my heart
my heart within his
    own too.
Just a perfect day
 where everyone IS
SOMEONE GOOD!
:: 09-29-2014 ::
:: rev10-06-2016 ::

 


THE ROBE OF GHOSTS

[so, gather round where i
stand & listen:]
THAT now by autumn’s rumblin’
season; the world & Heaven’s
army is moving forward, to
war.
All within my closed eyes:
dream if i could — i would.
And now All is clear we’re
all insane under rows of
personae’s saber sharp-tooth’d
kiss and we, dear …are
bleeding beneath a lowering
curtain called, “The robe of
Ghosts.”
:: 11-06-2016 ::

I AM AN ARTIST

THOUGH I AM AN ARTIST

i am going toward the stick
to utterly award a tree,
the Nobody shall stop not me
burst first
Love         , the unopened
envelop of life ~ the reckless
oral pink truth
begging life and love
the impulse of life
i will have
a   l o n g    d r e a m
i   saw the opening window of my
house Spring givings
across the air and floor
worms rushing through loam.
is where music that touches
hearts and words like painting
pierces through life-dreams
is what i am this ‘always here.’

:: 05-19-2016 ::


THE COLORS OF LIVING LIFE

i was dreaming of
  colors    inside
my lonely Soul  of
Cobalt violet
and viridian skies
Inside keeping my
heart so cadmium yellow;
Claude Monet’s lilies
keeps me alive.
Imagine cobalt blue,
a peace upon the canvas
lead white kissing
with French ultramarine skies
and we hold hands
— where we leave grief
and misunderstanding
behind.  Kissing beneath
the sun i say, “Cadmium
Orange hugging Vermilion”
And the world murmurs
“That’s so very true.”
:: 03212016 ::

POISONED TONGUE

…was the one
with a poisoned
tongue
saw the soul with
a gun and a pill
we fulfill our own
tragedies///whatever
addictions –>
are the mechanisms
that allows us
t
o
die\
and all the dollars
all the glam it’s
a chest full o’diamonds
won’t tear away this
h urt
and another gun thrown
down Mother Mary of
Secrets i looked into
her eye;a man by her side
just another way to die.

:: 03-02-2016 ::