Category Archives: #emotions

DYING MEat

We’re dying meat all inside
unexpressed confessions so,
kill me /dark deep dive
all for your pleasure re-
gardless of type of weather:
we guard your dying MEat
always dying for your meat’s
car-crash weather/we live or
die is not a question for any
Soul\

:: 03.22.2020 ::


TRYING TO PULL JESUS FROM HIS CROSS

i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\

:: 03.11.2020 ::


MY BRAIN BEGAN TO PONDER

MY brain began to ponder
if ‘It’ was ‘He’ who
perhaps was ‘Me’ when
suddenly
the coroner decided it
was not the three.

‘It’ set ‘Me’ free
for all of Eternity.

:: 08062019 ::


PRIME DELIGHT

IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has
overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm
is a brilliant reprieve of false peace;
and words pour as molten gold.

A richness of undetermined wealth measured
by Spirit and not human needs.

I have become equal to fear and peace —
this i discovered with my never-closing eyes,
take away this discovery and many others
to share with all fellows. The proof of
existence is a blood-penned period at the
end of a written sigh.

And i write this previous sentence in honor
of Isidore Lucien Ducasse.

To discover your feelings have died and
the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This
pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until
they fall to the ground; and to realize
sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels
who love us all.

To me; i love you. To everyone else, you
have been my teacher.

:: 04-16-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


PENETRATION OF SPIRIT

these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit

these emotions swimming
indecision is winning

help me —
i’ve got no mission

help me —
i’m full of rivets

i’m all broke within
my insides

these thoughts crawling
further away from god

you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die

help me —
i’m waking up drowning
help me —
i’m too complicated

And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit

:: 09-28-2018 ::


ACT (of) TWO

THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness

Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth

speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.

Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.

Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.

:: 08-23-2018 ::


FEAR AND TYRANNY

MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone as Love and Spirit have \defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping holethat can only be filled by Light and Soul.

Gripping my throat / gripping my soul / gripping all life;

Is my fear\is my fear\is all my undying fear

AND my lover, the other; a woman who stole my heart — i gave her all
that of good & bad; and my heart — always one too!

Don’t you breath upon me my fear!
don’t you tread upon me evil one!

If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie this fact:
that many hearts are darkly lit
but never within my own heart!

:: 12-01-2017 ::
Rev: 02.24.2020


WELCOME MY GHOSTS

THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure

That you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.

Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have

Saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down

By the emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.

And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to

Realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:

We watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and

Breathing in cadence I tell you that I am a fortunate peasant

And you the Queen who has welcomed by Ghosts.

:: 07-12-2017 ::


A SWEET WORD

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UNLEASHED I DID THE WORLD’S ARMY

step…stomp..step..step.stop-step
step stom step-step-stomp step
Halt! EYE’S RIGHT! A N Undeclared
sense of urgency We feeling if
this love: waltz away
my sense of u r g e n c y
We cry for something difficult
to bring us(and love if this
oh dear this is the world’s end).
I cry! to swear i held your hand until
all (oh, the end). i saw you wash away//
we begged oh yes and if this is the
end it is the END
i saw you wash away; and your eyes had
an image of me while i cried; broken history
“if” like a step-child unwanted so i sawy
i say if it’s the end i wash away me
wash away me: i describe miracles
so something so difficult in eyes
it’s the end it’s the end lovely heart
i swear one day a new beginning!
and much fresh suffering
:: 08-29-2015 ::