Category Archives: #brilliant wordsmith

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 ::


SHADOWS IN THE MIRROR

i have eaten the face of god whose thick
body created the mega-verse. The fly upon
the dank wall accuses me of creating sin;
but only dark matter is to blame. It hides
within the jewels of Creation. My libido
murdered untold numbers of unborn sperm
and ovulating women conspired to hide
this truth deep within their vulva. We
are all murderers eating the flesh of
fallen innocent creatures that cannot
speak to their defense. Even a plant has
a voice if we only carefully listen.
The world of humans is an asylum of
demented souls. Do not visit us.

:: 04-02-2019 ::


HIGH THE I HAVE

if have i if i
had high while all
little beauties were
dying i had them all
within just ‘me’
is the beauties that
seem to always be
that most pain.

e.p.robles (c)2019
:: 02/09/2019 ::


W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


ACADEMIC HALLS OF HELL FIRE

WHO hates me?  scholars?
sisters?  Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up!  And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!!  And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and  then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?

:: 06-11-2015