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November 6, 2021

THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS

By EPRobles

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.  
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

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November 1, 2021

SYNTAX FREEDOM

By EPRobles

I DON’T follow rules. It keeps the “format police” away, mostly.
But at times, I have to kick them in academic teeth.

I rode upon the highway — heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot. The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car = oh Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me.

My lover we shall spend nights in La Rioja
and taste the best wines and dine upon feasts
in romantic bodegas so we shall stroll
the day upon the land at Casa Rural —
I hear her vineyards
are a magic potion
for heavy hearts!

I hope we miss
the Renfe and Alsa
that we may walk
across the treasure
of Rioja’s Region
and fall in love
while stranded within
a small town as the
last bus leaves
beneath a Spaniard night

These are the memories
I wish in La Rioja

:: 08-15-2014 ::

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November 1, 2021

SOMEDAY IS MOURNING

By EPRobles

SOMEDAY is morning someday nights
someway is east someways south
found a lotus inside my mouth
broke the petal ate the sun
found myself inside my head
hey yea.
how i never hated fake smile
but the lies behind the lips
Jesus spoke people listened
then strapped him to a post
lost, disappointed, hesitant
and weak so we’re all freaks
swimming in a muddy pond,
beautiful and strong.
But so weak.

:: 10.31.2021 ::

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October 14, 2021

BLACK AIR

By EPRobles

JOY or misery …
contain the storm that sets
within your eyes
Lights at night upon bridges
or a bed of nails at night
___/feel that torn twist in
your side\ and the beat of
furious wings in black air.
AND nightingale bird sings
whilst i dream i c o uld sing
but n’ver are the joys of its
Voice.

Until once a dream came with
a song like a this bird with
a song.

under wings
beneath the skies of my eyes.

:: 10.13. 2021 ::

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September 13, 2021

HOW EASY TO PLAY WHILE TIME PASSES AWAY

By EPRobles

MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:

‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’

(hmm)

:: 09.13.2021 ::

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June 28, 2021

AFRICAN LOVE

By EPRobles

i see the night star shinning so brightly
i feel the pain within my soul …
how the air is my last Testament of dreams
i am a traveling soul without boundaries
and my elders lost their grip upon me
oh how much shall be revealed
when at last the sun beats down upon
my face oh oh …gentlemen kneel
as the clear skies rain
I am a chord of grace & not a word
heard i relate — oh, oh, yeah
oh, oh, how flesh eats my soul
How forefathers gave and their
women wept for their pain and love
ooooooh!
rambling wondering and writing words
crying silently and never lord oh never
weeping the pain of my skin and soul
(wait for me) i cry oh how i know
| all i see turns to dirt |
and if a sound burns to ground
i sing with eyes /if i lose my mind
\ then with my mouth!/
Ooh some such angel oooooooooh
touch my Spirit.

:: 06.28.2021 ::

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June 28, 2021

FOREWARD:  THE WERELINGS

By EPRobles

WHEN sun opens the skies above so opens my dreams –>  open greens
like children’s eyes :  all to be revealed.  

As where summer’s beside their secret glories sleep
oh flowing downward if they’ll or righteously flow
so(armies of enemies fighting like adults reveals)  will fall

this. that.  a(t) least dare and not a word to relate
of seasons is nothing but herself flustered in pain.
oooooh.

An open closet within the child’s room:  bombed by society’s war;
‘s gulped by fear –> and never knew ghosts who hold
the hands of the living________ whom cannot kill but give life.
As each, c umbs of our Now) oooooooh      yeeeeeeah
twiceauponatime we met the willbeus and the desert streams
of desert sands | kissing the angel of Imagination.

Werelings.  

:: 06.28.2021 ::

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May 29, 2021

THE CHILDREN’S HOUR

By EPRobles

A pause within the day to breathe flowers
is called the Children’s Hour.

Like the last brilliant star at sunrise.

My eyes, brilliant as any sun
does not call you to depravity.

a Day broken as a first morning
and song birds singing for grace
praise for the morning and praise all

fresh into a world in such turmoil.

Sweet new fawn born in briar
and new buds of nature painting Earth
how exquisite Nature speaks to Hearts.

Mine is sunlight
Mine is morning

and how crazy we fall elated into
confusion disregarding God’s Creation.

:: 05.28.2021 ::

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May 27, 2021

NO AND NEVER WILL

By EPRobles

i

We shared the sun and ate the rays of red apples in bed
the songbird perched upon the window sill sang songs
of forgotten riddles

holding hands we caught the whirlwind of love and sighed
never forgetting we have eyes and lips and hearts.

it became nighttime so soon we danced in the moon and shadows
followed us. If we ever lose our mouth north and south
we should never have to talk.

ii

In faithful candle light we laugh and eat bread with glasses
of wine and speak of love and time and art.

We were so very young, us two.

Never worrying about life and time — knowing we are only
dancing upon this Earth a short time and took it all in
stride. Although we wished it would last forever it never
shall nor never did. Oh very young, hold onto your dreams
and love and never cast away the words that have meaning —
so you wish to live forever you know you never will.

iii

Now time has squeezed our bodies into One and here we are
Across the veil of the grand floor into the sky and now
we know why it never lasts forever, oh well. Oh very
old one we leave and now go unto the mystery of greater
love. And although we loved every moment this journey
is not done now and never will.

:: 05.26.2021 ::

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May 26, 2021

SOUL INSIDE SPACE-TIME

By EPRobles

Why did you leave me naked in this cold wasteland?
You were gone for light years so go away go away

But don’t leave me alone i cannot take this
my body has grown small in singularity

i am a Soul inside time-space

you are like a molecule and i a leaf
i have spread my fragrance through every apple and every bloom

We were in love with Paris
We were in love with Bluebeard
We are so close but dilated by light

And now We are dead in form

We were in love with the moonlight
we were in love with the salty sea
you know how some things stay with us
but not all things

i am a Soul caught in space-time ah!

we were in love with the sun and the moon
i was in love with You but it wasn’t enough

We were in love with the green ground
We were in love with the blue seas
We were in love with the black side
of night

we were so close but now dead
we are dead.

We were in love with every spice
i am in love with You
but it isn’t enough

We are dead
we are dead

we were in love with every flower
life in love with You
but it wasn’t enough

i am in love with every scent
i am in love with you
but it isn’t enough
in love with every sound
in love with every smoke

but caught in a terrible space-time web
of life and thoughts fighting myself away.

:: 05.26.2021 ::

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