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July 31, 2015

IF I PRETEND I’M DEAD

By EPRobles

IF i pretend i don’t care
yeah
if i pretend i’m dead
yeah
i don’t have to go out
on the town tonight
come on come on come on
i’m on my period and i’m
bleeding from my eyes
so leave me alone to die
if i pretend i don’t care
what’s going down
and the man who stalks me
i pretend i am dying
so dead i’m so white
you could dance with a
mannequin and you’ll
see i’m so dead
so i pretend i’m so cold
so dead so mannequin
maybe a freak could take me
but i’m so dead i don’t care
just let me bleed away
in all my pain

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 31, 2015

A SICK MIND SINGS

By EPRobles

IN the bright sun of a dark day
i sing and sign a work with
a triumphant flourish –killer
signature and in disarrayed eyes
an imprint of a botched incident

you’ll find it you’ll find it

i can hear the dogs of war
coming to get me i hear them

A position of my subject in
humiliation; exposure a bite
in a specific manner, i cover
the face and their hair;
tie ligatures with an unusual knot
— red flowers so crimson they
hide the hate of my heart

A portrait of eyes in a study room
shows a fixation on eyes, taxidermy
young blonde women disavowed;
disemboweled in public holidays,
“red spider” cryptic ink so red
you can find where the dogs begin
to smell them — a sick mind sings

AND I FEEL and i feel when the dogs
begin to smell her — oooh….
some craft a signature for effect
as well to set him apart as
the elite killer.

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 31, 2015

A VAMPIRE IN THE TWENTY-THIRD CENTURY

By EPRobles

i am the undead buried for centuries
last time was the 1990s i roamed the world
so the clock strikes three hundred years
and the undead in me returns to the world
from a crypt in New Orleans — i saved me;
crawled out and into a new world
where no human exists and even blood
is nonexistent. All shinny cyborgs
and non-emotional entities rule.
my eyes see the evil microscopic
living things born by hands long gone
: human no more and i find i am
THE LAST SEMBALANCE OF HUMANITY!

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 31, 2015

THE HUNTED (with some difficulty)

By EPRobles

the HUNTED
with some difficulty;
one father
and one mother —(.)
a soul and siblings
in whereAFTER (lost possibilities)
a lost brother by (a lot, life said)
DIED by thirty-three stab
WOULD-wounds kill the Master of
(take me) evil-life if i take me
away from you — it’s not my life
dancing mannequins inside a casket
of my personal memories: so broken,
so broken is he — || — broken.
OH! i live believing you’ll take
me away from you oh i see my life
still-born like lightning tearing
ozone and making rain from tears
mountains creeping up toward my
heart and angels look at me
with shame they did nothing.
I’m a child in a home with no
one to comfort and my Father
where were you? Don’t ever take
me home — away from you i go,
and your son too.

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 31, 2015

A SWEET MEMORY FROM THE SKIES

By EPRobles

UPON a full moon one more kiss
dear, one more sigh before
they come to take away
all this light that spreads
beneath eager feet in pleasure
that i treasure till i die

And they come with pitch forks
and shovels and hungry measure
that your heart glows so brightly
is like the moon at night
and they never had a chance to know

What you are
that you fell from the skies
for love and to arrest pain
the pleasure i’ll treasure
till i die

And your hair dear spreads across
this big oak we’re hiding behind
and even the moon reaches bobbing
feeling tumbling to the ground
near the hair of one as you
lie golden white
and still at your feet

and we’ll banish the pain and
sorrow with glittering silk threads
and your brightly lit heart
greater than a full moon at night
a woman from another world who came
to seek love from the sky
and we’ll banish all the pain and
all sorrow until they fish with
their lips and tongues

until we say goodbye

:: 07-30-2015 ::

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

OH LORD COME

By EPRobles

IN a daze so confused i know
how the ones are so surprised.
So disposed by time and something
like life with little mouths.
i walk in a worn soul without shoes
upon the boulevard of boiling hate
and greet all the screaming faces
who hold sinking balloons and
giraffes with hunchback necks
and a little child with bruises
across his face –it’s disgrace
how he screams and no one hears
the belt across his deformed smile
and the alley way is a mine
of gold where the youth and old go
to seek shelter from a burning sun
and darkened souls who roam the night.
Oh Lord come today and wash away
the pain
Oh Lord come today and burn away
all the pain
oH! upon a wish a rapture should surprise
my soul upon this street the houses
immensely scream: ‘i wish to be in
the heavens waiting to be formed,
and love is more than knowing how
words are more than feelings
as a heart curved-shape slurping
the world.’

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

UNDER THE TREE OF LIFE

By EPRobles
UNDER a tree of life
reading a book about death
i took off my shoes
and drank in the light
oh how the skies are blue
so is my half-buried soul
i’m just a lost soul
and do the angels cry
as they surround me
as i wait for you death
like a stone thrown
into the river of life
i skip across the surface
onto another shore
where the poets and artists
perish i can see their bones
ribs like pencils
a half skull like a cymbal
oh just a lost soul
but everyday my soul says
‘hey, you’re ruled by ruse
so take a flower with you
to the other side;  they
need to see nature in all
it’s beauty where the sky
is all bruised
oh under this tree of life
i ache to be where i’m ruled
but love like this rock in my hand
is a heart turned to stone
so flat it skips across the water
onto another shore where poets
and artists perish so i’ll wait
for you here to turn this stone
into one of love again
:: 07-30-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

EYELESS DOLL HEART

By EPRobles

you’re just a thief
dressed in sexy skin
like when I find
miserable relief
you take it away
and replace it with
an eyeless doll heart!
so I write each word
like each character
stabbing you and i
can feel you hating me
and I feel just fine at
a Walmart line
with Advil in my
bruised hand after hitting
the walls

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

BY A CLOUD UPON THE MOUNTAIN

By EPRobles

OH mirror in my heart what is love
and if i should sail through life would
seasons of my life follow?
so i took a walk around up toward a mountain
where the clouds kiss the ground and oh mirror
in my heart what is love can i make it through
all the changes of life and the seasons — well,
hmm, i have been so afraid of love and loss that time
has made my soul so old until i saw the smile
of a child within my heart so i walk up toward the
mountain of life and ah, i can see how foolish
humans can be so afraid but love is time
and as we go through life love becomes the bolder
as a teacher wishing we’re getting older and more wise
so i’m now building life around change and i’m bolder
too — oh mirror in my heart
i know what is love now

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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July 30, 2015

OH GOD! I SHOULD CRY!

By EPRobles

even WINGS
in sunlit burst-KISS
me as i purple-pink
you; love
we two know
smiles
as when i hug
the immense whole
of what i see in you
oh God! i should cry
if laughter did not
stumble God telling
me — YES! Two points
of a period within
a comma of life!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

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