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THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.
“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”
Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.
“Be who you are.”
-THE END-
:: 03.23.2020 ::
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absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
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The slight damaged-sun
I th ought may )( be did
some- thing to my mind
Aphasia knows my tongue
a speechless expressive
sing u-larly my heart
loves your CrystalVoice ❤
shattering piece of light
that I never kn(e)/o/w
We were the points of
ll i gg hht
beef oar our lost li “FE”
inside the singularity
A M I N D
:: 12-08-2014 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
LIGHT MY CIGARETTE WHILE I CUT MY WRISTS
absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dreams, #eternity, #poetry, #reality, #something, #super structure, #surrealism, #words, #zero | posted in #cigarettes, #commentary, #communication, #conversation, #creepy, #enormity, #epochal, #eternity, #existence