Tag Archives: #fear

HYPNOTIZED LIFE

i can take Life upon my chin
i can take it upon my head
although it makes me sad
when i have to see it all
within my eyes i don’t see
a polite way to make this call
/oh wishing i first had
a vision\for a poor humble
wide-opened poet/ of no age or
time and then of no-more
\life is living while you’re bleeding
each day of Life is closer to Death
oh boy.

:: 03.23.2020 ::


FORTITUDE

Madness has found it’s circus again.
What? – Panic.
It is where fear holds hands with
weakness.

To watch how the world changes,
as though it has never had wings
And the enemy is full of nothingness
but it’s shadow is cast across
the mind’s of those without Faith.

To allow the Sun to shine down
revealing all the Beings who Sleep
Nature’s keen sight — no thing
hidden but all revealed.

Since the world has stopped
Since the music has stopped
Since the traffic has stopped

The world is alone / inside itself
that no one says it the Skies Scream
“orietur! orietur!”
the words come alive! Alive!

:: 03.15.2020 ::


TRYING TO PULL JESUS FROM HIS CROSS

i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\

:: 03.11.2020 ::


onlyLIVING ORGANScream

onlyLiving organs ever care
colorful laughter from their scars
tell the terrifying tale
of them all
of them all
they tell us what to do
explain to us what to do
so tell us so tell us
whatcha want to do
To be a bright reason that burns the sun
(can you help me in?)
Rock the storms who rock the ravens
on high; onlyLiving ORGANScream
on the EdgeOfNight.

:: 03.06.2020 ::


SKY LIFT ME UP

Sky! Lift me gently up
as an infant bruised by life’s measure
& forgive my Spirit for it aches
by the fire
by the brimstone
of Life hard experienced
of Life unforgiven to the end
Sky! Your graceful colors are brilliant
be regal by air rarer than Cherub-breath
be held by no earthly governance
breathe! breathe! life is the glorious
battle! battle! life is the gift for
all victors!

:: 03.06.2020 ::


Digitalis

TIME has eaten all the flowers
see how bare and desolate
the countryside screams
In my Eyes the sun;
within the air dispersed
digitalis — a heart bruised
with broken hands_____
And My Love holding
my Soul against her
Spirit of Goodness

::02.22.2020::


PRIME DELIGHT

IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has
overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm
is a brilliant reprieve of false peace;
and words pour as molten gold.

A richness of undetermined wealth measured
by Spirit and not human needs.

I have become equal to fear and peace —
this i discovered with my never-closing eyes,
take away this discovery and many others
to share with all fellows. The proof of
existence is a blood-penned period at the
end of a written sigh.

And i write this previous sentence in honor
of Isidore Lucien Ducasse.

To discover your feelings have died and
the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This
pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until
they fall to the ground; and to realize
sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels
who love us all.

To me; i love you. To everyone else, you
have been my teacher.

:: 04-16-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


THEN FEAR IS AHEAD

then fear is ahead

when noone pays attention

back is forward when still

who c ould really kiss you

as you fly into space

while Spring is upon our world

if Heart approves this

f e eling of deepest confusion

my Soul approves exceptional

wisdom; your eyes wide and lips

parted to partake the rituals

within this domain called ‘life’

sweet spirits and souls i swear

wisdom the ingredient for a spicy

meal –the only holy m eal

of hearts dancing.

:: 02-08-2019 ::


MANIACAL MANNEQUIN

EAT me maniacal mannequin
kiss my wishes. i am a broken
misunderstanding that only you
can understand AND SO the sun
Falls down across the erecting
Moon –the movers fell into
gracious love with the shakers
so lick me maniacal mannequin
and hold me until my skin turns
porcelain-blue like your heart.

:: 10-05—–2018 ::


I HEARD YOU CRY IN TERROR

THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!

:: 09-17-2018 ::