Category Archives: #brilliant wordsmith

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