Tag Archives: #forgotten
OH mother___ father forget me altogether.
Sister help us. Brothers forgot me.
Affection | degrees of decaying dying heart.
How i read your words and heard your minds
inside my fluid canvas mind. I appreciate
I was different and so unlike you. So unlike
you. Unlike you. I BURST SUN SPOT INSIDE
MY CRIB describes me. ALIEN unto affection.
Passing it back and forth. Like a sweet wet
kiss. BABY, how we die and live poison apple.
Jesus and fluids. I enjoy chocolate and
popcorn watching the world changing before my
genetic eyes. How silly we are and were
: forgetting our history! Almost a billion
years of living and loving and hating and dying
and a legacy you never knew.
All Affection.
Time to wake up.
To our Nature.
Warrior.
:: 11.20.2021 ::
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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 ::
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FROM history a golden step,– among
memories from ancestors, gray
gauzes, and broken bones that
turned back tyranny as bronze
liberated Souls and children
in the sun, no, i regret nothing
No, i regret nothing
so paid for, done, forgotten
i do not care for the past
pain, blood, and miscarried
hopes — i’m done with the love
and trouble of Life so i start
over with nothing!
:: 08.02.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #1930s, #1940s, #forgotten, #french, #hearts, #life, #love, #poetry, #poetry. #prose | posted in #abuse
mumble-fumble sidewalk stroll
watch the lights turn red
i’m so dead says a friend i once knew
a blue beetle on broken glass
so blue so me so sharp
all the rest of me
so don’t hurry,arrest your steps
in memories of a yellow sun
my life like rails on a track
derailed by stop-n-go filling
tanks of forgotten vacations
a little boy licks a lollipop
looks like gold and smells nice
(i once knew) don’t look down
there’s no shoes just a beard
and needle tracks
so mumble-fumble sidewalk life
a heart more calloused than my feet
but the sun keeps them warm upon
the asphalt toward hell
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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my closet is the closest thing
to my heart. i keep my soul
behind the door to my closet,
is all i ever knew and
safely tucked away behind
that door my heart;
near the shoes by the soul
below the pants and within
the corner of my weeping eyes
i hide my heart.
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart.
:: 02-16-2015 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fear, #forgotten, #hearts, #hurt, #love, #pain, #poetry | posted in #fear, #forgotten, #hearts, #hurt, #love, #pain
SWEET tear save me
before you fall upon
empty skies…
Show me what
I am dying for
I am lonely
and spent
Life has
kissed me
and then left me…
to fend for myself
Give me some hope
if only to live
another day…
::01-15-2014::
2 Comments | tags: #cold, #despondent, #forgotten, #left behind, #life, #listless, #micropoetry, #poet, #poetry, #sad, #shell, #the edge | posted in Poetry
E.P. Robles | Poetry 