Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
Category Archives: #beauty
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 COST OF BEAUTY 200 YEARS AGO
She keeps her heart within a beauty spot
she tries to add it to her face and god
sometimes she’s so precise,
covering blemishes and pain:
it’s all the same to love from the 1700s
to the 1900s. A brilliant complexion
of love for death. Ceruse leads you to lose
and smallpox to fight so much to hide!
So, slowly poison yourself with lead-based
cosmetic-beauty and in the meantime
suffer grey hair, dried-out skin, severe
abdominal pain and constipation — so pretty!
Just be yourself!
:: 11012015 ::
AN INCREDIBLE MOMENT IF EVER
DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
YAEBA
Oh so cute I almost cried, “Yaeba!” Snaggle-toothed, I love your eyes
love your teeth all North and South, East and West!
I love you but even more when you smile it melts
the core of my fetish: Yaeba!
An old flame ran down to Ginza district and met a technician
in tears she caused a scene in Dental Salon Plasir and said,
“Tsuke Yaeba! Like TYB48!” Got the plaid skirt, giant bows, and young
innocent look but missing the niche; no snaggled-tooth– look!
No need for Liposuction,botox, tattooed eyebrows, lip-liner, or orange tan
just the need for Yaeba!
And beauty is always within the eye of the beholder!
So Yaeba! So lovely…So beautiful!
:: 06-10-2015 ::
CAMILLE ANTOINETTE CLIFFORD
You were my heart
in many ways
i measured
i took the numbers
and died
a physical heaven
so sorry but men
love the curve of time
Camille Clifford
i give a moment
in summer
i Smile fan and dress
goose and mother
and time with all
she said she wanted
(it’s all she needed)
just a kiss upon
the cheek of Time
:: 01-24-2015 ::
S U RV IV AL
You survive
to keep the gods
in check
the heart strives
early mornings
for a worm to peck!
The bluejay is true
:: 11-17-2014 ::
MY VEINS BLEEDING WORDS
1
I thrust my head upward
though skewered by
my sharply limping words
and see the prose in my veins
of the promise for clarity
in this wet bag of blood!
When does flesh ever know
purity when decay is it’s friend?
2
That I know when an eye sees
the setting of a sun
another sees it rise!
And what of love and death?
Does the same eye see heaven
while another hell which seems
to be all the same as the sun?
I believe the impossible is true.
3
And the parts of all of me too,
see long beginnings and someThing;
the abstract as if it were insight
by my own admission I am delusional
And time melts the salt from my tongue
Its vague touch asserts a personal nature
but I am not soulDead, it’s not for me
in the cosmic corner Jester cries
:: 11-08-2014 ::
L I F E
“I AM shores
eating you”
said the waves.
“And I am life,
ebbing you!”
said God.
I am ME,
said soul!
Building
dreams by
sandcastles
upon my shore!
Is simply LIFE!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
MY STRANGE BRILLIANT FLOWER
AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.
And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!
And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.
Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!
I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls
:: 10-24-2014 ::
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