PLEASE GIVE me my pardon
written by God’s own Holy Hand
don’t say no |i’ll leave right now
nothing wrong mental health
if you give me fantasy now
ALL upon shark clouds
beneath butterfly waves
goes destiny into oblivion
twice upon sunny days
as the sun burns the ground
empires steal stars from
lover’s steely eyes
Into the night goes my thoughts
a broken crib of ancient jewels
peeling paperwall of forgottens
it pains to learn____stepping stone
of beauty called Life.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
you let me complicate my insides. You broke the only
thing that works for me: you broke my family and
you see a game. (so arrogant!)
i want to carve your insides
with my blood. Show you that hate IS you.S
help me! / reason \ help me //
you make me crazy as though i am someone else.
—- ANIMAL — I HATE YOU SO MUCH.
YOU ARE meat -dead bitch
with a moving mouth of sickness.
hate and darkness.
she is a thief-crook cynic with legs;
sucking vagina and smile/
sucking life from weak men…
I only have one WORD never i
told to you that you only break YOU.
What is y o u r company
is y o u r SPIRIT — evil? What Mankind
fought. Today is a Space of revelation
and today is not weakness. / Wars won for
so many years before — > NOT TODAY. –>> SPACE
How the world hates all of the discontent
and confusion of Life? No Government! How you say
we are stupid to carry along the world’s madness…
maybe before — ! !!! No more! EXIT: We are
no more then. Catch sprit and soul and Awake and
loving. Hate is your Name.
Such a sick mean pride like EVIL.
But LOVE puts down all evil pride.
:: 01.05.2021 ::
Hey boys go get yourself a soy drink & cut the bottom of your pants
so true so sad
betray the roots of all that’s nature & lay down the dog and drown.
As you were; keep yourself in the dirt and create castles of mud
cause you don’t know what it means you don’t know what it means.
We can have a chore; some say nature (like more)
is more — whose song sang drowning the right way?
Sometimes i scream so hard
i shoot myself through the throat
and take words and ghosts and make
baby-paste for women.
oh right. haha. so right.
So lonely i cry at night all the time.
Wee can ask for more fate is more
(nature as a whore) who is fruit
who is poison? aaaaaah! This is a
song about losers and losers gain
so much more. Especially when you have
no idea what is more. Righteousness is God
and Righteousness is horney wanting more.
:: 12.30.2020 ::
Eyeball god in mouth
Is light as hunger for colors?
Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock — sighing sex
in his heart — a crack, deep and wide!
Punk rock for a Black Hole!
Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!
Like a porno universe all of our pornographic desires
moments of starving stars and porn stars!
An eyeless god living in a glass tube with hearts
like hot flashes in heat-blasted rooms!
Pulsing pimples — swirling while a midnight sky
brings forth a cacophony of cosmic screams!
More impassioned raw-animal! More barking!
more vibrations — more imminence!
More sinewy limbs on show — penis I’m looking at —
lifeless grey body but voracious pink face!
It licks and whimpers, suckles and sucks!
Shall I become a statue again? — glazed face with eyes
sheers-white in precession of Venus?
Hey! Taint! Milk it!
:: 11.12. 2020 ::
before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless — a perfect example
of words! aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
breath. Please. To laugh.
Believe. aaaaagh. with hospitality
they blindfold your look.
:: 08.16.2020 ::
i am the ONE who walks upon a rotting knee
my breath is hell’s fragrance and my skin
is almost human.
i was born out of wed-locked insanity
so i am a bastard to many but the devil
to a fewer. i am the ONE who walks upon
a rotting heart — forever scorned and never
ever truly loved.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
WILL everybody hear (if you’re within this game) )a baby ANEURYSM ::::- poets writing to kill someTHING :::- ELSEKeep a firm handshake — pen ineye -=–contributions elude grammar Nazis’ – so you got yournumber down : now sit down ____????–loved you so much you made me sick– make my backbone slide –_ move yourself into my FACE: –> glyphand butterfly: are you listening nowcause’ it ain’t no joke: keep yourfancy pants on and learn me.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
old ancient tongue
hate my longevity
hate my Heart
An old man hauling sand
asked me a for a coin
of a Roman figurehead — Pontius Pilate!
your part of the Crucifixion
was marked not only in Human history
but within the Celestial Heavens
the summer cooks grass
and life — history cooked all those
who were too blind! Mad! Mad!
Ancient Land – 2020 now —
crazy hearts crazy Souls
unhinged — too (haaaaaa!) Blind!
:: 07.08.2020 ::
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
THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:
“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away
–> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
–>so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.
Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.
Don’t walk upon my Soul bitch
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: “yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes” I wasn’t once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.
:: 11-04-2017 ::