Once I watched a tree
of magnificent Eat a
piece of my Poetry
between her branches
i laid the parchment
and witnessed time
devour it within its
wood
this i did before Sunrise
and now for the evening.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
Tag Archives: #mind
Sunrise and Evening
Observations of Life
Blood has a thirst by life;
the heart by love’s promise;
time by burning dreams;
World by passing fashions;
Souls by the lessons learned
and nature no human morals.
:: 11-20-2014 ::
A Very Private Conversation Between Death & Art
[Cosmos] Does the idea of death afflict you? Does it, coward?
[Humanity] No-no it does not!
[Cosmos] This prospect is inevitability.
And watch: all the skies are chrysanthemums
and the stars are little fish . Dreaming wishing
to awaken you wished to die many times over, but now
it is no matter — all violent are skies of your
heart turned red to purple.
[Humanity] To die requires more than living.
[Cosmos] Then begin at the beginning and release the colors
of your art. It is the beginning!
The weaker artist will say and ask:
“That’s why I asked you, because you are the only person I can ask
without scaring you away. If you can do it, I will give you all
the money I have and say I will do it myself.”
[Cosmos] Then you shall never create but reproduce.
[Humanity] This thing must be arrested; that is why I am asking you.
–silence–
:: 10.29.2022 ::
By Death of Feeling
BY DEATH OF FEELING
BY
death of
f e e l
-ing or
passion of tasting:
i ATE YOU devoured
all existence of doubt |
my Thoughts all Inside
the confused lovers
looking.
glass__________
ate’ing butterflies by Nature
i AM NATURE : eat me too &
sing songs without words but by
your Souls!
:: 10l23.2022 ::
Should’a Could’a Would’a Buddha
this isn’t about death
LOVE or Hate getting good
feeling Down making moves
loving moments eating enemies
hugging children
this isn’t about life
DEATH i mostly love
how you care for me
do you know what i mean?
i'll come on up or down
sideways or through when
i am ready. Big mouth
of shame the more i wish
the less from here to paradise
no pain no hate
nor nightmares while awake
: should’a could’a would’a buddah
how i love you.
:: 10.18.2022 ::
Sand Castle Within a Storm
THROUGH the valley of time
across the sphere of space
watching light dissipate
i still recall the taste
of the fallen tears from
your mouth ringing within
my heart ~~ lapping up
crashing waves of despair
How the most favorite dreams
of you wash ashore inside my head
I keep them all within my box
of cedar wood / thinking of just
one thing — souls make this happen
and sometimes i wish it’d go away.
this thing’s slowly ebbing me away
as a sand castle caught within
a storm.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
EXPLAINING THE WERELINGSFirst Order of the Court (PART 02)
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
Shit.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
THE MEMORY OF MY NAME
IF I broke the memory of my name
let me not betray moments of now
or of that history yet born.
How thoughts are indiscreet
or alters when alteration finds,
how hope in light never dies
O no! How powerful is reason
and that of a look upon tempest
never shaken; how that poison
of a first kiss is always a step
into the most beautifully broken
dream — and all souls whose
worth in unknown height that many
hope — is a star inside Heaven
How love is never time of fools
but how youth and belief becomes
brief hours and weeks and years
until a day comes when a torn
broken soul remembers those
errors of life that came home.
:: 04.03.2022 ::
FUZZY ASTRONAUT AND HOLY GHOST
FOR SALE: a leather heart of thoughts
the book of lovers called ‘words’
forget how you hate
tie the tongue to a diseased palate
inside your poisoned mouth:
we sell the bodies of priceless souls
inside pristine teapots
Holy Ghost come to me
fuzzy astronaut inside case
of helmet and suit
singing forget-me-nots
watching wild phenomena below
opon Earth’s skies
From the moon’s ancient machinery
–blood and hydraulic heart
of your Mind:
Monstrous, and lit without End.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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