I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home
:: 07-02-2014 ::
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A B C D E F G …
Ahh be see dee eh If gee
And I say!
I’ll be see dee if gee…
[wait a minute…]
Oh damn…
I’ll be seeing Dee if she wants me!
:: z06-26-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #broken poetry, #love, #poetry | posted in Art, Poetry, Surrealism, Uncategorized
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
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Most of my favorite memories
are cast within the daily grind
a trip or two across the way
from morning to evening light
But if I am brave enough to say
and sometimes I am not
(but not today)
the very best of memories
are the ones I make within my dreams
And the rarest of all make their own
:: 06-22-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #dreams, #poetey | posted in Awareness, Dreams, Life, Mind, Poetry
I cannot become but only be
that which is born inside of me
if one should ask that more I be
I politely say I am what I can only-me
a poor character acting human-be
to be the best inside of me
:: 06-22-2014 ::
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I LOVE THE UGLY THING
[it has no regard for vanity]
:: 05-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #beauty, #ego, #love, #poetry, #ugly, #vanity | posted in Beauty, Love, Poetry, Ugly
A dead rose you say?
No such thing!
Perhaps the promise
died —
the rose remains
:: 05-16-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #life, #love, #poetry | posted in Life, Love, Poetry
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones
you were too hard today
the way you sat there —
so I took a walk across the mind
silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as all the cockroaches die
We are the mind, only one
a mind to mend upon the sky
:: 05-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry, #politics, #surrealism, #world | posted in Poetry, Politics, Surrealism
Slender time
such silk!
A memory
slips-do
and life
slender too!
:: 05-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #memories, #time | posted in Life, Poetry, Surrealism, Time
seethe creep — my fear!
(less) gimp worm
loss(ness –>) brute
dance leg goat boar
(ness) melt soul || mind ||
how-which lower life
none mind(less) whine
In that asylum called life!
dead life abhor lovers
a frolic acid bath mind!
:: 06-13-2014 :.
Leave a comment | tags: #Beethoven, #poetey | posted in Art, Fear, Horror, Life, Mind, Poetry, Surrealism
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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