Category Archives: #broken words

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 ::


with THIN fingers

WITH thin fingers
(my love) who knows
worlds of than great;
a summer’s glint
more as eyes, love
as a disguise unknown
were victories nameless
beside their glories

Stood cold so damp
memories of
or
goldenly floating
inside my youth i
sang dreams penetrating
space over time
washed away all glint
of light within my mind

Well, we dare — escaping
alive silentness gods
to kiss “most beautiful
o most beautiful” hearts
her, my life, as liars
kill their kind.

:: 01-24-2019 ::


SHADOW TOWARDS THE LIGHT

i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness

and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night

i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there’d be no mercy for what
was brewing

One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty

And i’ll tell you
over lunch tonight

I’ll show you love
I’ll show you ruin
I’ll show you heartache
in all that’s brewing
within me this night //

:: 05-30-2018 ::


STIFF LAUGHTER

my funny bone
has an erection

–>(06.10.2017)<–


A TREE CALLED IMPOSSIBILITY

DEAD is a mighty shouting silence
when-like hills beg to become
MOUNTAINS is likeLove crippled
at fear’s knees //life’s greatest gift
sent away where summerNectar kisses
the newly born Monarch//my beautiful
empty dream is fullWINGs as my heart
—–and bless my peculiar destiny;
Here-where now I set beneath a tree
called I M P O S S I BI LITY

:: ~~ ::


A DEAD SEED IN THE SOIL

THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute;  a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!

06-13-2015 ::


SPECTACULAR ENTERTAINMENTS

Sitting so little is
so.  this little
would-be bride in
a kind of cellophane
black candy dress
like misery reaching
it’s hand tearing fine
garments of feelings
I am becoming millions
of broken shards of
eyes that find me
so disgusting
blue windows and pink rooftops,
dirt, sunrises, sewage ditches

and the petals of
picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator
my eyes still blind
from prehistoric light
while the screams and
moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham

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