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November 17, 2021

(f)EAR POLLUTION

By EPRobles

MONSTER what will it be? Fire or Ice or someone
as me? Cold makes molecules slow but fire excites me |
so baby monster what shall it be?
You string along the streets (shadows) in ember ice
igniting night and me. You’re so clever as a dying
firefly (all inside of me).
ohDarkIshly ing-roundly-dis
tinct;check my skin____oh wonder Hotly-my eyes’ishly
on fire/my feet inside deep bluish ice:
always and mostly all times.

OH monster with crooked teeth if i told you
how much i fear myself more than you:
can we get married? Always near to
me my dear deepest fear called monster.

fear&solidLIkefire&ice all inside me!
Because I want you — tell me? YOU
want me? Cause i need my fear and pain
so I can feel everything everyday.
Yeah. I may not know what I need but
there’s one thing I know I want: fear.
and pain. My cute monster.

EAT ME from the inside out lest conster.

:: 11.16.2021 ::

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November 17, 2021

OBSOLETE WORDS

By EPRobles

i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
strung together-wordsOfsomepompOus
poetCrying a vacant heart out.

We are the students
We are the vampires
without reflection
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
dying flies

Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness and Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross

:: 11.16.2021 ::

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November 17, 2021

KINGDOM OF VICTIMS

By EPRobles

i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
strung together-wordsOfsomepompOus
poetCrying a vacant heart out.

We are the students
We are the vampires
without reflection
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
dying flies

Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness
a Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross
so i cry for obsolete words.

:: 11.16.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

MIDNIGHT KNIVES STABBING SPACES

By EPRobles

WAITING for electric mouth to memorize
the places making strange faces moving
spaceless inside my empty basement

It’s the light
It’s the sound
Its all around

Me — sleepless making prayers to go
without blinking and darkness all around
(and strange faces)

Can’t hide from machine that keeps a world
crumbling so somedays playful writing words
wishing we won’t let it through

This is the day and sound
this is the night and tears
we all live — life & ground
comes the war machine of life

This night — that sound here comes the war
machine oh such a warm machine of life
it tears apart the wishes sometimes playful
but leaves us all alone in the end inside our minds

This is the night of midnight knives stabbing hearts
:here the ground and beneath dirt we finally realize
we wish to live life.

Its all around. All around.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

LOVES IMMORTALITY

By EPRobles

impossible are the ones who love, that find emptiness
: ensuring love’s immortality.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 15, 2021

LOVE LEAVES NO TIME FOR ANYTHING ELSE

By EPRobles

Love is delicious, the door ajar.
Life — a fame belonged to me.
The anterior life of personal
ecstatic experience. Mine.

:: 11.15.2021 ::

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November 12, 2021

BEASTS INSIDE A CLOSET ROOM

By EPRobles

NOW      SLEEPING  as time tik-toks by
my — shoulder hurts like bleeding eyes
upon my Idol of Christ  so my face is numb
so here we go /crock cooking human spine:
my senses go into delirium and now i go
My vacation is a skull inside a dry mouth
oh now //we go so we sing alone
\i try Mouth> dryfully is anyone else
entirely (sexy sings more suddendy  than)
whose tiniest delirium smiles? may Be gigger
big than scope __>figgers: face so numb
inside my room. Hidden him in a closet
closed in my shroom. A of point of delirium.

What, ?  that beast i heard screaming
in the night.  A woman or fox weeping
in her heat?  

:: 11.11.2021 ::

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November 8, 2021

VULGARITY

By EPRobles

VULGARITY

VULGARITY is a season
the in the salad of life
— sprinkled with croutons
and sweet apologies.

:: 08-17-2014 ::

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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 6, 2021

MY FATHER

By EPRobles

I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.

:: 08-16-2014 ::

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