November 12, 2021

COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS

By EPRobles

DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.

Oh romanichel heart. For the world.

Swollen lips – un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!

:: 11.11.2021 ::

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November 8, 2021

ONLY MY LOVE

By EPRobles

AND IF I GO AWAY
WITHIN the hands
of my love\forever love
So i express
it’s my love every
where dear — oh how
it’s understood
everywhere
And when we pinch
money to live ; it’s
our love understood
how i love my love.
AND WHEN the cold comes
in seasons my love warms
me as love should.
Oh, my love and only my
love holds the key
to me.

:: 1.07.2021 ::

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November 8, 2021

LOVE BURST

By EPRobles

i eat love and flotsam and hear how heat burns___ my love
i want you like a crab needs sand and water
…come here ocean love My King you deceive me –===
can’t you hear my love burst || i want you like
a tree need sun’s shine///
can’t you hear my love burst? Won’t you hear my
love won’t you hear me burst?
I want you like a heart needs her beats –won’t you
hear my love burst?
Insect fly & dead path.
gives me a purple heart love
heart burst inside all of me.

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November 8, 2021

VULGARITY

By EPRobles

VULGARITY

VULGARITY is a season
the in the salad of life
— sprinkled with croutons
and sweet apologies.

:: 08-17-2014 ::

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November 6, 2021

THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS

By EPRobles

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.  
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

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November 6, 2021

MY FATHER

By EPRobles

I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.

:: 08-16-2014 ::

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November 6, 2021

HUNGRY MOUTHS

By EPRobles

I walked inside and touched an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!

Surprised and a soul screamed,

“it’s so very strange — today!”

An organ grinder fed me lies & bought by nickels and dimes
a bed, unmade, seems like messy paradise —
inside my head, its so strange! For a pure poet and everyone
a caricature of texts, feeds, and blues and hungry mouths kiss me
Towering teeth and soft flesh and A shoe that walks along
a cobblestone street inside an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!

And hungry mouths kissing me

within the deep future of something called Time!

:: 08-17-2014 ::

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November 6, 2021

WE ARE SO FUCKED

By EPRobles

(In Heaven a 911 operator’s experience)

“HEAVEN  is heavy with lost souls today but can I help you?”

SOUL:  Yes, seems I have no reason to live.

Okay.  Arise beyond this illusion okay?

SOUL:  “what?”

This is God’s voice (by proxy) speaking.
Just don’t do anything stupid that could um,
cause you irreparable harm.  Like death.  We’re
logged back hard on deaths at this moment.  But.
hey, what can I do for you?

SOUL:  I am sick with like , fuck.   All wise men I have read
and like a ship upon the ocean I heard the voices
say there can only be peace with the One.”

Well, that is bullshit.  You sound bifurcated.  Just stay alive.
We um  (what?  I’m on the goddammit line now) sorry.  Just
don’t do anything that can kill you now.  We’ll
get back to you.  Do you have Amazon or Google
or shit, yeah okay (FACEBOOK), SpaceX shares?  We can get
you out of this shit if you have the money.

“God?  What?  What?”

Yeah, we upgraded.

The spiritual world can’t even keep up with the
life forms we created.  The entire universe is really
REALLY going crazy.  Now.

Can I help you with anything else?

No.  (click).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

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November 6, 2021

BEAUTIFUL AND UGLY

By EPRobles

the beautiful and the ugly have a kinship
one rejected the other despised

one for revolt the other jealousy
mother come soon

the sun’s surface should burn skin
down to the soul

and I have waited for the melted spirit
her glory soul burning

so I can receive her soul without flesh
just the nectar of life

beauty and acceptance: ugly and perfect essence
mother loves both daughters

And love is skinless and passion kisses life
a human life should know

Just like an angel does____.

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November 6, 2021

A SINGLE BREATH

By EPRobles

the most beautiful art
is the lung expressing
air to the vocal chords
then magic happens

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