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art and poetry


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 ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::


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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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 ::


My Sweetest Friend

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I love loneliness

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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 ::


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 ::

SCENTLESS APPRENTICE

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