i prayed within vomit
the night i died.
i died for nothing
but for a prettiest
no-thing. Not even Hollywood.
Say it! Say it! Say it!
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t mind
I don’t mind wait oh wait did you remind
the Priest to pray for those in denial?
Say it say it say it : nothing exists
called dead-Love so call me and tell me
i’m dead i don’t even care so say it say it
say it say it say it : i’m a corpse in your
So feel my love bone. Compare it to my
dead bone yeah! i’m dead! like so many
believable words stuck inside your head
feel my love boat?
Never. Blue effervescent tongue.
:: 11.12.2022 ::
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It’s a good thing that no one should see me.
With frightening calm, I was watching what was going on, how he had the most extraordinary power over a number of human beings that human eyes had never seen.
Fearful but it’s a good thing, it will happen very often to a person, to dissolve, desiring the fulfillment of a precious human dream, “seek what will keep me satisfied” you can call the dream.
To make a great stand, the, “i wish.” Would it be enough? i, a whole human being whose heart was absolutely beating in the pit of a stomach, a first scream. I’m now a solid conversion of helpless salvation.
Everyone in hell is a poor poet.
How nature takes advantage of my existence of my innocence. I ate the letters and numbers of all languages but still human alchemies, mysticisms and fake perfumes are weak against that frightening calm.
And still, Hell asks for an encore when i stand upon that brimstone stage spewing my moonlit 3’o clock prose.
:: 02.05.22 ::
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|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it’s all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
–while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we’re all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||
:: 07/30/2017 ::
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I despise my skin
the body within —
clothes that dispose
a shadow of myself
What awake human
could love this state
the separation between
heaven and hell
:: 03-03-2014 ::
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(c) E.P. Robles 2012
When I left
you tore to shreds
of our memories
and that touch
you gave to me
I cut into pieces
upon your grave
If I live to see
I won’t forget
to warn the devil
and heaven shudders
at my innate power
the angels begging
don’t forsake love
I won’t be able
to match the beauty
of the dead in my heart
if I live to see
I won’t forget
to give you
I will touch your hand
and thaw —
your dead heart
and heaven will sigh relief
there’s no beauty matched
what lives dies today —
and tomorrow lives
another burning day
:: 02-11-2014 ::
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MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
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