Category Archives: Art

August 12, 2025

BEFORE THERE WAS THE WORD

By EPRobles

I Loved You Before There Was a Word for Love

Before the sea learned to speak in tides,
I loved you.
Before the first star
burned a hole in the dark,
I loved you.

Not as a name,
not as a face,
but as the pulse that moves the sky,
as the hush between lightning and thunder.

Every life I wore
was just a way
to walk closer to you.
Every death I passed through
was a door
I could not close.

And now—
here in this narrow, trembling hour—
I love you not for what you are,
but for what I become
when you look at me
and the whole world
finally believes in light.

:: 08.11.2025 ::

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October 14, 2014

THE ROMANTIC ONE

By EPRobles

A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin

:: 10-13-2014 ::

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October 4, 2014

YOU’RE NO JOHN LENNON

By EPRobles

Falling down I found myself
inside myself and some
reason wearing a heart
seemed to be so easy
little gnomes and fairies
squeezing grapes for wine
singing a river ancient song
and fawn and weeping trees
said I should believe in fantasy
they were the wizard all in one
so I sang a song to them all
I sang of strawberry fields
where nothing is real and no
one is in my tree and I must
be high or low and living
is easy with eyes closed
and they all stopped to listen
and said, “You’re no
John Lennon!’

:: 10-03-2014 ::

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September 1, 2014

TAKE ME TO THE FARM

By EPRobles

I took out a second mortgage on the flesh and bones
of my soul and drove home wondering if the foundation
was cracked.  That would reduce the selling price
of the graveyard I sleep within each dying moment of
my lifeless wondering-wandering experience.  

My llama was in the passenger seat, pink-lensed
circular glasses upon her long nose and crossed legs
(shaved just for me).  She glanced at my in a
psychedelic motion and blew me a smothering-wet kiss
and said, “Focus on the road.”  She smoked like a chimney
and I took a drag oh, well, drag, and we drag on, don’t wee.  
Night forgave the day in all it’s fucked ways and we
kissed a star before entering our habitat.  There’s a
staircase and beneath it a library with forgotten prose.  
I grabbed a book on the way up into our nest.  

“Animal Farm” the spine read. I feel like, “Minimus”
in a world of humans.

:: 08-30-2014 ::

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September 1, 2014

THE ART OF LOVE

By EPRobles

I kissed a Monet painting, Van Gogh too!
And Mona Lisa kissed the man behind the
brushstroke of lifePaint. And then that’s when
I saw her walk through the door —
of the outdoor of life, and I cried,
“Art, pop, and poetry!”

She pulled them all inside her heart.
And I was taken by her soul and lips.
And she walks like a portrait off some museum wall!

Built like life and mother Earth,
she came to me through the dream
of my waking life.

And she (oh!) walked and all life and reality
followed her through Life.  And her hair
and eyes said to me, “I was so busy doing
something and nothing for my own life dear.”

That’s when I walked through the LifeDoor
of the Outdoor of Life.
And I caught a butterfly and said, “I think I
love her.”

My woman is poetry, art, and life and lust,
and all God gave to me!

And I think…yeah, think, I could love her.
thunder talking, and lightning walks but
my baby loves me most!

IT’S the art of love.
And she has a strawberry kiss and raspberry lips.

:: 08-30-2014 ::

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July 5, 2014

A TWISTED THORN

By EPRobles

I ne’er guarantee
surrealism through
tilted lenses —
it’s a thing in the heart
A twisted thorn bleeding
in the little lost child —
screaming for nirvana

:: 07-02-2014 ::

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July 5, 2014

THE MIND’S FURNACE

By EPRobles

SALVADOR Dali
taught me
all I need to know
about reality
Its a canvass
moderately melted
in the mind’s furnace

07-04-2014 ::

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June 27, 2014

SKITTISH LOVE

By EPRobles

A B C D E F G …

Ahh be see dee eh If gee

And I say!

I’ll be see dee if gee…
[wait a minute…]

Oh damn…

I’ll be seeing Dee if she wants me!

:: z06-26-2014 ::

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June 20, 2014

ODE TO GROSS FUGUE

By EPRobles

seethe creep — my fear!
(less) gimp worm
loss(ness –>) brute
dance leg goat boar
(ness) melt soul || mind ||
how-which lower life
none mind(less) whine
In that asylum called life!
dead life abhor lovers
a frolic acid bath mind!

:: 06-13-2014 :.

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April 16, 2014

ABSTRACT LINES

By EPRobles

When I think life has passed me by
I look out the window and I see
a rainbow of pain and pleasure
and I feel insecured from pain

But love, that love hugs me tight
and I know every day is a challenge
just like lovers — we struggle
but the night seduces me too

And the day smacks my head upright
so I struggle like most do — yeah
but there are moments when I realize
life is beautiful and so are we
and words cannot ever describe
the challenge of this life

Never let stares or words drown you
my lovely spirit never let them win
You are a dot that splattered
upon the canvass from God’s brush
and what a wonderful creation
abstract lines and deeper meaning

:: 04-15-2014 ::

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