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September 3, 2021

BUT NOT SORROW

By EPRobles

But not sorrow to the bitter death of indigence, to which they are made to follow.

Without sacrifice to any deity.

But let us never underestimate that the more an occasion’s good will works, the more ruin is allayed.

Meanwhile, turn them out, then, by sea or land,–

that the servant of science might discover nothing.

What about other powerful vampire authors such as Daniel Defoe and Lord Byron, in addition to Shelley?

(At first sight, a good way to read the book of Revelation, was to think of their “visionaries” who took it to be a description of the original creation, with humans first emerging at the very beginning. It was not clear from the account of the Fall in 2 Peter, how it was even possible to have had the Fall at all.)

:: 08.31.2021 ::

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September 3, 2021

GOODNIGHT DEAREST ANGEL

By EPRobles

GOODNIGHT my love and dearest angel
how long since you should
have closed your eyes.

Can we save the deepest questions
for another Life?

I feel you have one upon your trembling
lips; how too I have since I knew you’d go.

And how ships have sailed.
And oceans eat the sailors of
brave hearts.

I promised I could never leave you
and so know: goodnight my love
and dearest angel and now it’s time
to sleep within the ocean’s deep.

Remember all the love we had within
emerald bay eyes — and as an ocean
i am rocking you to sleep inside this
ancient heart of mine.

Always a part of me.

:: 09.03.2021 ::

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August 19, 2021

THE MOST SINCEREST LIAR

By EPRobles

three flies upon the eyes
blue electric arcs of light
how beautiful and to the point
ashame so ashamed
oh how death can be so lonely
how stupid but entertaining
how fulfilled by soul and spirit
hey! i loved the pain how it felt
so alive so hello and hell no!

Well, this lifetime sucked
and how it killed time
how meaningless unless a slug
is your King.

So i forgive and i smiled while
giving all my soul so never mind
and  how fruitless it was for all
so now in meantime burn the pages
and build the words of imagination
and forget the lies of the brain
— the most sincere liar of them all!

:: 08.18.2021 ::

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August 8, 2021

IF YOU LOVE ME THIS MUCH

By EPRobles

What have I said about our being soon together? It is to be believed–I hope?
Oh, what shall I do? What shall I say to you? . . . What a drama that was! . . . What sorrow! What a struggle! . . . Let’s not quarrel. May we not look only at each other for the next few days–rather let us drink in the smile of another face–let us speak so much that we forget ourselves and know of one another–there can be no sorrow, and no conflict, between friendship and love–Be so affectionate with one another as to command the two horses which are at our command to walk at a good rate–may we be only an ordinary pair of travelers, who will so walk, who will speak of ordinary things–may we have no crises, no pain, no affliction, no complaints–may we walk, walk and talk, walk and talk with one another–and thus never part–that is all I ask of you now–only to be with me–to love me with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind.

If you love me this much, this is enough, it’s enough, is it not? There is no room for anything else, if you love me.

I hope and desire that you love me as much as I do. If you cannot love me, I will never allow you to act in that way. If you have some special love for me, I shall always know it. I hope you will come as quickly as possible–that is what I desire. In return, let me tell you: it’s not that I want you to go away from me; I can always go with you–because I feel safe with you–you are the only sure security for my peace of mind. If you were no longer my confidant, my protector and my friend, I should not care a damn for myself.

Friend, you are the only great woman in my life. I have no one else. You are the mother of my dreams, the model of my life, the only model of my life–and you know it; I have only my home, a ruined country, as far as the edge of a dreaming frontier, from which to express my unhappiness. Oh, how I would be glad, if I could, to choose a woman–a wife!–just for myself–a good woman, rich in virtues and great respectability–but, alas, that is of no interest to me. I will not take advantage of your good nature to seek out other women. This is the limit of my sacrifice. I want no other joy. I don’t need them. I am not seeking something for myself, no–it’s that no one else should love me as you do, as I do you.

:: 08.07.2021 ::

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July 16, 2021

UNINVITED CHARITY

By EPRobles

LIFE: is anyone worthy? i am so flattered by your fascination with me.  
i am so weak and ulgy but by water frogs like any hot blooded woman i am not too  much to crave: but  fascinations with me.  I am simply an object to crave — but you (so kind and invited).

It must be because it is expressly existed to see the skies part and my heart bleed.
You sheppard my causes but you, you are not alone but enlighted by charity.  The One I love so much.
Must be a soul with a hard shelled heart who knows desperate measures.  
But you, you are not alive but enlighted.  Slight.  White hands moving the air and
making words and uncharted emotions grievely.  YOu speak of my love for you
and have experienced death.  YOU.  Thus, you are not alive but invited for uncharted
words.  Emily Dickinson.

:: 07.15.2021 ::

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July 11, 2021

THE MAN WHO SAW THE WORLD

By EPRobles

\
The curtain hid my fear and ill-intention.
It led by with only a single hole, a reminder!

Then, right there and then even though behind
the curtainS, so wary of the cause:

What was the cost of the pain?

The cost for the life, the life for the key!

Oh!

So this time i cast aside reason for belief:

Knowing in the seed of life!

oH NO! nOT me! you’re face to face with
the soul who made the world.

Behind the curtain, self loathing became true
and trust, trust, loss for a minute
then forever wound within my mind! For
gazing millions of billions of years
a long long time ago — who knows?

How we killed the, “once I dreamed.”
Said he was the friend of Humanity
and i spoke into his eyes and he
crucified so long ago with the man
who loved the World.

I laughed and shook his hand and said
“My friend, you are so kind.” So so
a long time ago. And watched him die.
/

:: 07.11.2021 ::

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July 11, 2021

LISTEN TO THE OWLS

By EPRobles

LISTEN to the owls  within the memories of how tangery thoughts call peach-like
colors ;  cellophane love within the sun of her eyes kissing yester-tomorrows.
A hand upon the oar washing tears deeply towering over your soul
and she’s gone!

i followed her foot prints down by a brook with an ancient bridge where
trolls never ask for pay.

i followed her petals of roses and those whose necks are long
and the incredibly high eyes of the trees ___ i asked an oak
: “Where is Jessica?”    the branches of a tree broke and i grabbed the
wood and it became my staff.

SHe is a purest pure whisper of a whisper  and everyone smiles  (while you
drift by the flowers)  newspaper taxis and childfully serious
petals of holiness.
Ooh.  
Woman in the sky and my dreams are as looking glass ties
— suddenly she is there at the helm of the steam train
driving the rails onward. 
Ohhh.  

LISTEN TO THE OWLS

LISTEN to the owls  within the memories of how tangery thoughts call peach-like
colors ;  cellophane love within the sun of her eyes kissing yester-tomorrows.
A hand upon the oar washing tears deeply towering over your soul
and she’s gone!

i followed her foot prints down by a brook with an ancient bridge where
trolls never ask for pay.

i followed her petals of roses and those whose necks are long
and the incredibly high eyes of the trees ___ i asked an oak
: “Where is Jessica?”    the branches of a tree broke and i grabbed the
wood and it became my staff.

SHe is a purest pure whisper of a whisper  and everyone smiles  (while you
drift by the flowers)  newspaper taxis and childfully serious
petals of holiness.
Ooh.
Woman in the sky and my dreams are as looking glass ties
— suddenly she is there at the helm of the steam train
driving the rails onward.
Ohhh.  

LISTEN to the owls  within the memories of how tangery thoughts call peach-like
colors ;  cellophane love within the sun of her eyes kissing yester-tomorrows.
A hand upon the oar washing tears deeply towering over your soul
and she’s gone!

i followed her foot prints down by a brook with an ancient bridge where
trolls never ask for pay.

i followed her petals of roses and those whose necks are long
and the incredibly high eyes of the trees ___ i asked an oak
: “Where is Jessica?”    the branches of a tree broke and i grabbed the
wood and it became my staff.

SHe is a purest pure whisper of a whisper  and everyone smiles  (while you
drift by the flowers)  newspaper taxis and childfully serious
petals of holiness.
Ooh.
Woman in the sky and my dreams are as looking glass ties
— suddenly she is there at the helm of the steam train
driving the rails onward.
Ohhh.

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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 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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May 11, 2021

RELIGIONS AND HYPOCRISY

By EPRobles

DROPPING from the sky as a rain drop
i feel so good dropping from my life
i feel so very alive and the skies weep
and my soul sings.

i don’t believe in your religions or hypocrisy
and i feel like a drop of pure rain
my Soul is bare

falling down into the soil & feeding a new
seed of a flower and i feel so good —
oh yeah.

Don’t take my photo until i’m born
and i don’t believe in your sanctitude
i don’t believe in your lies
and wonder what my parents think of
me now

To give a Soul for a Flower
A soul for a flower
yea.

:: 05.11.2021 ::

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