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Oh, my body grows from a stem,
every vein,
fragrance and leaf.
the winds sway my heart upright,
and your touch
before you pull,
I await calmly–my executioner
my pollen smells you woman,
the tender finger-puller of love.
Behold: I die for your eyes
and beauty you see within me,
my petals and colours —
till finally nothing
but dried wick-of-stick.
Everything that seeds taught me
my childhood years so nameless,
and your tears like glistening water,
christen me after I have died!
When you bury me — made radiant
by your shining hair and bosom,
the altar which you have crowned
by your lightly showering tears!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
1 Comment | posted in Beauty, Death, Fear, Life, Love, Nature, Poetry, Surrealism
I ride the path by mouth
and nothing more
The pen is dried and tears
have taken a road by south.
Who should feed my vagrant words
they starve at day and flee by night!
And detours, forked by white S paces
And pregnant pauses give birth
to tiny doubts upon my ink!
I watch the children drown there.
A fountain in the square of town
is where I dip my quill,
and the Crier shouts,
“Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!”
Remember all the good souls!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Awareness, Dreams, Fear, Life, Mind, Poetry, Society, Surrealism
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #monster | posted in Creation, Death, Divinity, Eternity, Fear, Horror, Life, Nature, Pain, Passion, Philosophy, Poetry, Sorrow, Terror, Transformation
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Creation, Death, Divinity, Fantasy, Fear, Horror, Pain, Passion, Poetry
My wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
What month long that noose stretched!
A hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
I fell —
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for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
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:: 07-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Death, Eternity, Fear, Horror, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry
The road built by fire
cleanses the soul
but the one by flower
can steal the soul
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Beauty, Death, Fear, Life, Love, Lust, Passion, Poetry
Who keeps pace
with life
and death?
That glory
to the grave?
Perhaps a smile,
perchance a tear?
And I, no chance —
just a smile
and perfect spirit
I tease endurance
and tame the soul!
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Death, Divinity, Dreams, Eternity, Faith, Fear, Life, Love, Mind, Passion, Poetry, Spiritual, Surrealism
OH what desire my soul-partner is today
always today as any day forever
(I hope she stays) that fire
On the wet walk of life she still burns
through life’s ice ages and tsunamis
and that broken ageless disaster
— a falling out of fantasy from
time – to – time (it comes)
I desire she admits our desire acquits
the crime of lust and love and anger
bit my tongue and I bled she kissed
(drank it) and filled our hearts
The red rose in the room smelled
assault of heart and love-fought
The bee queen saved her delicate sting
I sucked it and savored her tips
Honey is a golden soul that drips
s l o w l y upon my broken knees
Her running rain across my ancient
nameless country of man-chest
she climbed the peak and pierced
herself upon the snow-gods of lust
Springtime flooded the valley down
where sweet little souls grow
And I, oh you, we go picking berries
figural of hearts we touch-pluck
and squeeze between our canine teeth
beauty bleeds sweetly when in love
:: 07-17-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Fear, Life, Love, Lust, Pain, Passion, Poetry
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth
: 07-16-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #horror, #loss, #love, #pain, #surrealism | posted in Fear, Jealousy, Life, Love, Lust, Pain, Passion, Poetry
LIFE is so hungry
I fear I have not
enough soul
to feed it
:: 07-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Fear, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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