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 ::
Category Archives: #art
CARTOGRAPHY OF LOVE
I.
ROMANCE begins
with a supernovae
as two
hearts decrease space between
walls and fears; the ice-floe
of painful life melts,
once powerful thoughts and
convictions now powerless,
against a force of Nature
If Lust then a brilliant lit
moment; if by divine guidance
True Love as eternal.
II.
Ages and Time perhaps roll by,
the music plays upon hours
and thoughts — ivory keys;
fear-burning minors of
weeping fossil time
four walls closing within me
The loneliness of a fractured
soul and it’s heart’s broken
shattered pieces bleeding
blurring terms of surrender
;the etiquette of death:
none shall bury raw feelings into the ground
III.
All industries of silence
rituals and formalities
they burn deeply
they weep tears
life as muteness
rigorously executed
the form of History
a blueprint of Life.
IV.
my Hand deeply within the bowel
of my gaping Mouth! Offensive to me!
an ode in grief and anger
now mired within surrealism — abstract!
a hole dug deeper and larger than Mind
a Mind deeper and larger than holes!
i scream with my illegitimate voice
raped, pillaged, torn, and sworn
by lovers, brothers, father and mother
my soul’s water broken — still born
you cannot answer useless questions.
:: 04-11-2019 ::
The Flowers Inside of Me
I couild allow the night
to smother me
but what’ll I do
in the morning?
(you’ll see)
But I’ll keep the flower
within me
the flower
within me
Now and then it’s a struggle
to see, now now
Now I sometimes
just don’t know
then I’ll see a morning’s
sunrise so brilliant
and see
and away
all the pain
so I keep caring for
caring for the flower within me
It’s what I do but it may be wrong
whether rain or sunshine
it’s all nuturing
like all of life ~
So I keep the flower,
I keep the flowers
alive inside of me
all inside of me
:: 06-23-2018 ::
The Divine Art
Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
i LIKE CLEAN WHITE PLASTIC CUBES
OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\
When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll
From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”
:: 11-23-2016 ::
AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
MEMO
TO: Dear Readers
From: E.P. Robles
Re: AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
Ring the bells and kiss the mellow skies
Forget broken years and only Sunday mornings
And from all I have seen
And from all I have heard
i’m okay
i’m not like them
— yea, mostly.
Unless i see you this morning, an archetypal angelic being
moving too fast.
And never would i want you to be than a symbol of
the flourishing weak/
And when i am not looking only then can i feel my
secret thoughts\my secret Life.
:: 11-11-2016 ::
