THREE nails, one in each hand
then one through both feet
seals the bidding of Time
And Spear of Longinus
a thrust burst forth
His blood falling upon
Longinus’ eyes
who before, a blind Roman
centurion now cured
the miracle of sight
now believed in Jesus
pierced the side
bringing forth terrible
skies and shaking earth
There hung upon Helena’s Nails
for all The World to Know.
:: 05-07-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
So now, i bring you a bit of me
within this light
and that comforting feeling and your hair is
neatly fitted within my fingers as this sun
called morning glory within the wind and the
compassion of love my voice quivering life
and deeply felt sobbings of wishings
all between my wishes and dreaming life
so abundantly needings that needings
are not soonly despaired my dear/
you hate fakery\ so do i and therefore
the skies heavy of milk of perfumes
\ when this heart soon dies does it
remember true love of oh my love as
your love of all lovings/ when this
beating of beating hearts abundantly
traverse time and space — yes my love
yes my dear i am here always gathered
by the froth of scattered tempetst
as a mouth without a star as a heart
needing love as a soul fitting perfectly
unto your soul my dear.
is my love. is for you.
:: 04302019 :
Love, so like love — a flower
and her breeze like the dream
like when thenLOVE spoke
upon famousNIGHTs as all things/
great become SOMETIMES sadness
oh, so like everything like joy
and unforgotten sadness
little angels summoned to me
dear, lovely one — my tongue
please unbind against me
tornadoes and hurricanes
the love i feel /you felt\
to live this short life
as human — > murders
gave souls to Heaven
Flesh the feeding seed
for soil gravediggers
a salary for a body
— I summon the one I love.
Skin rotting
upon the ground /
old cadavers resuscitate
my famous midnight.
:: 04302019 ::
if i told the world my heart has died AND if by chance
anyone heard: a proclamation of my funeral’s commencement.
Beasts! Animals! who then! I’ve had enough of their
picturesque and drama …colors and charms.
My mind and mouth are pencil and paper and cruelty
eat light unfortunately delight for commonality
But everything moves forward. Hearts press, breasts
beating against love in hope, but only my love has
one name, only one form. To remember it you are
there. You, this form and name, my love.
As the hours move so does my dream before first ray of sunlight
reverberates against the chest of warrior of Love. My
dearest love.
Elizabeth Dickinson. Your intellect and beauty.
Forever.
:: 04302019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
Far from me far from self
far from help like the stars
and all the props
of living large
is the hidden face
from the cruel
but smiling mirage
of eternal dreams
So i run away from my skin
far from me far from self
like a calm nest of rattlesnakes
or drowning Jesus aside passing ships
And in all despair i raise my arms
and leap into the air toward
the house that God has built
and wish upon that falling Star
far from me
far from help
:: 04-29-2019 ::
Her faith in love was a drowning fisherman
and the blood upon her lips flowing as a muleta.
But her soul as a hearth with brilliant embers
reaching upward forming a dancing vortex.
and the tears, the flowing tears of her eyes shone
brighter than a granted wish of any heart.
“Sing for me my Soul,
that God believe in me!
–hope, that periscope by inkwell
shall show me the land of my own
people that think as me.
That love as me.”
The thunderous voice of Silence
spoke and so it was and so it is!
:: 04-27-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
Marmara teasing, ‘do you see me?’
the black sea among
tables more empty than tombs
to yet born emperors as black tie
waiters serve solitude in peaceful
nights and to know the artist
who has sprinkled dots of fiery
light across the heavens!
Over there, the beach is empty
shall we run there together
hand in hand and heart within heart
tears of rejoice that i have found you.
:: 04-27-2019 ::
TIME forgot his pants and trolled
his minute across her face;
Space won the bet with regret
and built a house of dreams
upon a reef with roof balanced
— the territory of a stormy sky
perched with drying fish. My
Pisces in pieces drowned inside
the deeply fractured aquarium
of Aquarius.
Zoe my Zoe my Zoe
so so so suddenly!
Zodiac sign is flickeringly
broken!
Life.
:: 04-27-2019 ::
regret rides in upon a ghostly carriage
no, nothing within it’s shell but darkness
which done to me that all is equal
the driver a bald lie of pain with memories
which road i no longer ride.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
THE world is committed to insanity;
our words stacked as skyscrapers
allow ants characters to escape
flooding water
as drowned bodies float
past the windows of office space.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
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