Tag Archives: #alone

THE RABBIT FOOT BLEEDS WITHIN YOUR POCKET

WE HAVE NOT TIME TO LIVE OR DIE

WITIH all the terror and peril which flows on earth and water and air and fire of sex and battles and madness,
of torrid vengeance, seduction, and deadly revenge, Psyche lives to see the light of day:

And living in the light of the Pleiades, upon a small wooden chessboard with mushrooms While Mother Moon smiled AND
her logic in proportion to backwards 1.61 has with a human heart she coexists within the hearts of men and gods.

If you think you have read enough of my stuff, I have heard there is a ton more. I am currently hard at work on a book.

It is far too much for a single person to write. I could not believe it. No one would believe me anyway, but I do not
really care. One day it will all be done, and I will let you see how it is all put together.

Inside two covers held by infinity and answers to all questions.  I loved my mother.

:: 09.09.2021 ::


LIVING GHOST

EVERYTHING seems so real
the dancing trees
the talking clouds
and how you feel

When i’m alone i’m not here
everything’s gray
the world’s a memory
while you’re away

how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel

(to be)

a living ghost
within your skin
screaming in silence
while the world
fades away

when everything
seems so real.

:: 10-19-2018 ::


WITH MY SOLITARY LACRIMOSA NIGHTs

i wrote the word, “ax” and felt the deep cut (my
pain is nonexistent except for my tender heart \
\
and so i wept purple tears across a tender
pomade
full of black bruises
So i walk the sweating
cobble stones toward
oblivion knowing the next
word, “grief” will do
me in __!
My left foot became limp and as my eyes juggled
perception while the air opened a door to which
i flew within –i did!
who is right
who is wrong
who is strong
who is weak
And, importantly ask i:
WHO ARE YOU? I AM ME!
who are you?
Bruises are valiant awards
across the heart hatred something
else all together!

:: 01-11-2017 :


A SUNNY MORNING

I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning;  just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt

I found the meaning of every
moment — dark;  a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat

It kept my tears neat

So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!

Just me and doubt.
:: – ::


SHOES OF NO FEET

AND time devours us all!

Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?

I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too

And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!

Where are the feet
that own these shoes!

Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”

:: 11-11-2014 ::


THE POOR BEGGAR

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(c) ep robles 2013

THE poor beggar called loneliness
no worse have I see —
tattered clothes and holes for sock
and outstretched arms —
not for money

but for love

:: 02-13-2014 ::


BORN UPON A RAFT

I WAS born upon a raft
a castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth
— upon the briny deep

And all I know
is the vast waters
all points across
an oceanic reality

But once I dreamed
born I be upon a land
where all I saw
was disharmony

all points across
vast humanity
where fear and pain
delivered a daily dose

I now realize my
birth-induced reality
is far better than
human-animal insanity

::01/07/2014::


SIMPLICITY

SIMPLICITY
— what state
Surely I will visit
My suitcase packed
— unknown destination
My intuition says
a map cannot reveal
locations of the mind
Much easier a travel
when disposition drives

::12-29-2013::