It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
We’re dying meat all inside
unexpressed confessions so,
kill me /dark deep dive
all for your pleasure re-
gardless of type of weather:
we guard your dying MEat
always dying for your meat’s
car-crash weather/we live or
die is not a question for any
Soul\
:: 03.22.2020 ::
ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around
the Spirit of the Poet!
:: 02.29.2020 ::
WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more
defined.
My skin is relived by the sunburn.
I did not follow her down to a bridge by the
creek but rested upon the trunk of an
e l e p h a n t.
Then again mostly upon knights and queens
i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life
is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.
::01.26.2020::
|| send me to oblivion where the soul never begs — ‘sometimes’ is always
winning over ‘always’ even though (mostly) things of great concern are
never present / living on the outside but dying on the inside \ i climb
upon my silver cord and find a place to hide ||
seasons are nature’s Living Kaleidoscope
the colors absorb the shadows
:: 02.04.2020 ::
eye | someTIMES tear my
eyes OUT — found the last
sheep to COUNT no longer within
my MinD oh!so here we go:
In fall of light and highway,
a Child your hands upon the
wheels — him holding up in his hands
uLtimATE Delirium –\ now, here we go
–stop–
05/14/2019
e.p.robles(c)
So beautiful is
OUR WORLD: later, when stars open out
to all this Time to the cold, i
opened the door : how you flew out to
Space
i am with you if you leave
A kiss upon
a wave with you i feel a bit more
Brave: from the dark through our hands,
the lust flew out into space
and i am with you (if you leave)
as we fly, as we love and die
:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
We deal our cards as a form
of meditation
not knowing where life is
or love
He has a fedora and boots
and doesn’t play for money
just respect
She has a natural way
scattered are the numbers
she the sword of soldiers
that’s not the shape
of paradise but war
And all our lives it’s not
the shape of my Soul
she has the royal flush
i know the remnants of war
run away from your sword
carve the shape of my Heart
:: 05-11-2019 ::
No need! No deed. Just now the sun has
come to rise (and you are proud?) that her breasts
are spread upon your bed. The spider laughs near
the tightest corner of the room, but shameful you
forgot her name. To those that have offended me
none more than disheveled men who call themselves
gentlemen. Mother! Let us succumb to temptation
that brings us to harm.
:: 05-07-2019 ::
i am one breath away from death and my
efforts are useless; the walls built
of cut stone are shocked by my bleeding
nails. My brain i saw it curl up
in steel and bounces like elastic
thoughts — my Soul never breaks so
a pity that i cannot rest. My Spirit
as an eel.
Oh dear, my dear. To those i love;
the blue skies the green waters the
lovers within their cocoons of ecstasy
never speak but touch each other’s hearts
/oh love\ Today i thought so high and
touched the ground and around around
went my mind; south as north so east
as west darling we flow with the wind
of Nature — she knows … go i go i go
so i am one breath away from death
and my efforts are useless …
:: 05-07-2019 ::
