BRUISED LIGHT i am so sad that i never
gave but a few morsels to my art
just an afterthought
but these few bits fed me a light
that kept me alive .I am so sad to say
this. it hurts something more than
me. like my soul.
i bruise my light.
i choke deeply inside that i am so cheaply
sold on an idea. I am so low that I
could never even
walk in the shadows of others who gave
to art.
:: 04-10-2015 ::
A tongue like Excalibur melts into mythically steeled words
and ends up tearing hearts with all its magical properties.
Then the universe collapses into a final ending with nothing
left but the, “no thing.” It continues to breath and all words
move forward as zombied penguins with many semicolons standing
whimsically awaiting the next coherent thought.
And the deep dreamer asks, “So let me get this straight Jack”
to the Police Doctor on hand. “You want me to take my pencil
and right every wrong for those patients in the mechanical
ward of broken minds?” Just then a portal opens at the foot
of the deep dreamer’s mouth and the little blue clothed
munchkins drag him out of the ward and into a bread truck
and say, “You’re coming with us to settle a bet.”
The bread smells a wonderful Jesus-like body but there’s
no blood-wine to go with the screams.
:: 03-10-2018 ::
will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say
And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it
will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it
They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it
As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was
:: 02-11-2018 ::
MY mind (because it taught me) loves me
Who minds when lies are sugar coated
Within all my ruin it called me lovely
I never begged for mercy when my face
turned blue
because the most sincerest liar is the
\mind/
+
Laughing with a straight jacket on
for dinner as a bug within my ear
said it all; no one has a choice
but to accept free will so we all
sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d
I ever go wrong?”
:: 08-20-2017 ::
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 ::
DO not confuse my
sense of mystery
with Evil…
I keep them in
separate pockets
:: 08-15-2014 ::
TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
I saw a rock hit the abode
and oceans swayed below
only sky remained dried
this my friend, deceased
showed a decade ago
And fires that burned
an Earth, opened hungry
that gapping mouth for life
and fear fed Judgment
:: 03-01-2014 ::
I saw it and there it lay beneath a shroud of commonplace as people dead-walk a tip-toe between light and dark. That beastly ghastly parasite spewing spittle into the eyes and nostrils of decent people infecting spirit and even soul, compelling beauty and love to do the dastardly deeds it needs to live and instill unhatched fear-eggs beneath the skin of humanity. Yes, I saw it, fear itself and it is staring me straight in the eye.
:: 02-21-2024 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
fragment image smiling
disjointed feelings reeling
shifting time’s a feeling
so fine this lovely healing
I’m flying over you —
safely crazy you
the wolves are out tonight
secure my burning feelings
Tarot giving higher vision
so lost within possession
what last heartbeat collision
it sings to me tonight
deeply sleeping in obsession
car crash moment halting
twisted dreams in mesh
my dreams become a stalling
beneath the dashboard lights
A night for youth but haunting
living fast and burning
confused illusions running
too soon we pass beyond
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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