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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Horror, Love, Pain, Poetry, Psychology, Sorrow, Ugly
When you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking —
inside of you?
it’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of —
an anchor-stone
I can only ask because I know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below —
the resting bed
until one day I arose
up into the sun
when I awaken
that’s where I go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
3 Comments | tags: #fear, #life, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Fear, Life, Mind, Pain, Poetry, Psychology
To feel and express
—– that moment
mixed emotions, tangled web
A heart and word ensnared
that spider-thought
— spinning web
to die entombed
in mental cocoon
is what I fear —
what more to do!
:: 05-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #emotions, #poetry | posted in Fear, Mind, Pain, Poetry, Psychology
IF you really want to piss them off
turn your horror story
into a musical
:: 04-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #horror, #madness, #poetry, #society | posted in Citizen, Horror, Jealousy, Poetry, Psychology
What if love was free
and tears no more
and fear died alone
and children laughed
knowing life was theirs
to live as they wished
It isn’t so strange
believing in love
if you choose to
it’s inside us all
waiting for you
we could love all
I say dream a day
in which this wish
can come true
it’s above us
and so below
dream a dream
life so wondrous
nothing to die for
and nothing debited
just souls giving
a brotherhood loved
and dreams our friend
:: 02-25-2014 ::
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2 Comments | posted in Fear, Life, Love, Poetry, Politics, Psychology, Religion, Society, Transformation
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
One can only wonder
in our hectic day
if the mind could snap
with just a flirt of air
the malaise is more
than just a germ
it resides in gadgetry
and bleeds the peace
and steals the time
of our fragile society
:: 02-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | posted in Poetry, Psychology, Society
The greatest cosmic joke:
that humans believe
they are in control
of world affairs
the cosmic Jester
— laughs —
4 Comments | tags: #humanity, #poem, #poetry, #politics, #truth | posted in Poetry, Politics, Psychology, Society, Uncategorized
(c) ep robles 2012
is for the crazy people
always jumping away
fearful kittens scratching
my-sharp sword for slicing
butter on cold days
and who cares
the ticket meter is full
avocado sliced
bleeding incredible red
and the next flag to fall —
is false like the words
out of that district
…the legal criminals
— you know
look in your wallet
see?
so cry me a tear
then shut it up
— superglue it
no time for fearful twits
grow a brain and grab
your socks —
mother [nature baby]
is pissed
freeze
burn
trans-
for
nation
:: 02-14-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #experimental, #poem, #poetry, #political, #social | posted in Poetry, Politics, Psychology, Society
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
my self-similar self
nestled within myself
so similar to someone
who resembles myself
such fecal fractal
maddening crap
prevents me so
I may never learn
where lay my soul
:: 02-06-2014 ::
1 Comment | tags: #belief, #consciousness, #fractal geometry, #numbers, #patterns, #poem, #poet, #poetry | posted in Art, Eternity, Mind, Nature, Poetry, Psychology, Science
HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds
But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…
Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be
Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #depression, #evil, #flesh, #haunting, #mind, #paranormal, #parapsychology, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #possessed, #psychology, #reality | posted in Horror, Mind, Paranormal, Poetry, Psychology, Terror
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