My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
my hands smell like heat burning inside
my mind & i possess something that’ll set
a’fire a shadow of Life
but first allow me to say how i feel inside.
Now, that this one:
for Lies is buried;
this one for Pain
and now this one for Pride.
before sunset i buried them all
deep within the soil where i wept
this ode of freedom.
How this ancient dust falls to ground
and the hairs upon our arms stand up
all while i crumble inward
deep inside__of__me. My redemption song
, the cost of all happiness.
While the little virgins
are giggling amongst themselves
a waterfall drowns their glee
and within a whirlwind His Presence
came around \well, if this is Death
then life was Hell for me. To start again
a trillion light years away i would just
hug myself. And this ode of freedom is
all i ever hand.
:: 11.10.2022 ::
There are darknesses in life and there are lights
and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
You are an example to all of us who love you.
He wished to kiss me again, and I resisted it this time,
but in the back of my mind it seemed to me that he had
almost been in despair.
You don’t hear or see somebody talking in this way unless
something terrible has happened to them.
I told him I was there. The man he wanted. I wanted him.
And then, feeling ashamed, I hugged him.
Now he was getting the message: I loved him!
That’s the last thing he needed: to feel loved, then to realize
it, then to die!
Suddenly I didn’t feel tired anymore, and we went on our way.
Him unto dirt and me into the world naked.
The next days I was determined to get some news from him, any news,
by his ghost but there was nothing.
As such I expired my body by blade. Bleed. And became his
as he was mine and I was his.
:: 10.29.2022 ::
AND i say love is
gravity pulling minds & hearts for untold centuries!
My Lips have grown cold | as hops hoppering grass
-hoppers | as love personally looking like GOD
(i love YOU).
This entire single pin-pricked
atom is a beautiful evirescent
taste of infinity … (ellipses to
the left)
My skin touches you : your Love
feels & i love the technique of
conversation dear ~~~ my tongue
rests there by paradise.
So many odes. Buried by sands of
inconsequential moments. i, this
poet, does not give out or give in |
i am more than wolf.
I am true man.
:: 10.23.2022 ::
(a new word tonight)
I am (my love is) love as if you were
the free rising winds
of life or arrow
of roses and thorns that disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads speak
with lighting;
my nature is natural to love you as the
plant that blooms and carries beauty
hidden within itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you when the world sleeps.
I am there I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds and the
dense fog of some- time life is difficult
but mostly I am deeply
appreciative that there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.
:: 11132015 ::
Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
HEARD the dust speak behind a whore house
full of women loving bondage men
wild cards play out with king of hearts
spade of Queen
fetus between knees
Pluto, Scorpio the 8th house.
how stupid & contagious
dark relations
screaming hello
and karma! Fame of life.
Talented and sure
talent praised for a time
In a life time by generations
Kendra-Trikona! Hello oh hello.
Singing over lips
M-E-P-P-R-I-C-T is the hymn of the lord.
May all the cosmos around & behind us
answer & be answered by the whole universe
where’s our Sun?
Hum-a-p-o-o-l-a-t-c-r-i-n-e-s
:: 09072022 ::
THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud
An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow
The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence
The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its wake
The song of the moon played so sweet
as the golden sun faded behind
Now hear the bitter mocking warble
of the bitter hermit’s chant
and ghosts watch me leave you further behind
As the dirt drips down bedding your heavy box
the front of your funeral dress all shadowy lined
And droning iridescent crickets throb in time
within your beatless heart
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Like a needle in the pinball machine
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
If you’re the only one to hold me in your arms
Baby please don’t make me cry
Say it with me now
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
My Cherry Blossom Heart
:: 07.27.2022 ::
IF i could make a wish for anything your smile would be the one i would wish for life.
How peaceful without a breaking heart i’d wish.
If peace came upon me / i would wept and never sleep and how wonderful
sleep use to be \ believe me.
You are the canvas of beautiful strokes of a brush so silently
sometimes all i need is all the beauty i see in you my sweetness.
The wonderful world all with you.
Sometimes all i need is the breath
your breath inside of all of me.
And if you should leave me i would
say how wonderful life could be.
Can the world show anything to me
if i’m living without you.
How wonderful Life is with you
and how wonderful if you left me
that showed me love once in life.
How God showed me what Love is
How God gave me the moment in time
that gave me a reason to live Life.
:: 06.11.2022 ::
Someone said I wore your face only you could still like that when i closed my eyes /the last song died and the yearning remains.\
Saying i love you much as the storm comes what color of your eyes cling to your face. i took us to the sea so you could look at me while within arms like a group of living and dead old ladies who wish to dance with me.
How he made a grave within the street upon the road to nowhere this body, this corpse a mirror of my beauty of loveliness in the world — how you look inside the mirror more beautiful than ever.
Inside this golden unwashed grave the very teeth inside your mouth could not know how to lie. Hover inside galley nights of sliding seasons of an immense yawn grabbing aspirating horror.
Then we walked across the ‘again’ and every little pebble stumbled, every little thought. Every little secret upon your lips and a drop of tears living life as there’s a God watching how we fumble along the way.
Like a hole.
Inside hell.
:: 03.20.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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