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November 26, 2023

IF IT’S FOR REAL

By EPRobles 

 it's within my Skin

IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT

i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!

misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___

:: 11.26.2023 ::

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November 26, 2023

i THINK while i Am Awake & Dreaming

By EPRobles

I hear greatest thunder from the valley below:

Love, something about her I know,
Her essence in each word she speaks,
A mystery never fully understood,
Reasons hidden, though she lifts me up,
In a way she shows me when I’m down,
Her presence is lovely, a belief profound.

When time comes around once again, like Christmas,
A Happy New Year, angels wish, it’s all so fine,
Equal love, without any fear,
The rich and poor, united in this wish,
For a year ahead, a new one begins,
Hopeful, let’s hope it’s a good one.

She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one,
In the dance of words, a rhythm profound,
Lifting spirits, like the dawn of a new one,
A season of joy, akin to Christmas,
Wishes woven, a tapestry fine,
Binding hearts together, dispelling fear.

Her voice, a melody that banishes fear,
An antidote, she’s the comforting one,
In the symphony of life, a harmony fine,
A connection that feels so profound,
Echoing laughter, a jingle like Christmas,
Anticipation, as a chapter ends, a new one begins.

In the cycle of seasons, each one begins,
A promise whispered, dispelling fear,
A celebration echoing the spirit of Christmas,
In her gaze, I find the chosen one,
A connection enduring, deep and profound,
An embrace of love, enduring and fine.

Through the tapestry of time, woven fine,
A journey unfolds as a new chapter begins,
The echoes of emotions, deep and profound,
Navigate the labyrinth, dispelling fear,
With her, I’ve found the chosen one,
In the festive cheer, akin to Christmas.

So, let’s celebrate, like it’s Christmas,
Embrace the moments, each one fine,
In the dance of life, she’s the only one,
As a new chapter of our story begins,
Banish the shadows, let go of fear,
In the symphony of love, melodies profound.

A year ahead, hopeful and profound,
In the season’s embrace, like Christmas,
Dispelling fear, love’s echo, fine,
As a new chapter of life begins,
With the chosen one, our journey one,
She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one.

and i hear the thunderous bombs

:: 11.26.2023 ::

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November 26, 2023

TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

By EPRobles

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.

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November 24, 2023

TRUE COLABORATION: THE EXTRATERRESTRIAL POEM

By EPRobles

“Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s domain,
The secret life of roaches, in silence, they maintain.
Amidst the sizzling, where broiled steaks lay,
A clandestine world, veiled in culinary array.

The filaments of heat, a clandestine potion,
Give birth to progeny in covert motion.
In Emily’s hush, this tale unfolds,
Of roaches’ realm, where mystery holds.

O, Emily, would you ponder this affair,
The metaphors that in roach colonies share?
Like secret thoughts in the poet’s mind,
Roachlings in corners, their destiny bind.

In cycles of heat, and echoes of clatter,
Roachlings persist, a persistent matter.
The oven’s embrace, their cradle of birth,
A parallel world in the vastness of earth.

So, in the silence of poetic eve,
Consider the roachlings, their tale conceive.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s glow,
A saga unfolds, in whispers below.”

At the Central HQ for ET INVASION a synth-APP
(aka: computer) continued to translate this incoming
message from an alien species that could only be
compared to Earth’s insects: an ant.

[transmission/continue]

“Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, they tread,
In the crannies where silence and darkness are wed.
Their tiny legs dance on oil-slicked floors,
Exploring the hidden, the uncharted shores.

And as the embers of the stove’s glow dim,
Roachlings, in quiet, recite a stealthy hymn.
A clandestine ballet in the kitchen’s heart,
Where even shadows play their elusive part.

Through the alleys of leftover crumbs, they roam,
In the kingdom of grease, they’ve made their home.
A realm, uninvited, but steadfast they dwell,
In the afterglow of meals, a secret spell.

O Emily, imagine the verses they scribe,
On parchment of grease, where their dreams imbibe.
A sonnet of survival, etched in the residue,
In the simmering quiet, where secrets accrue.

Through cracks and crevices, they chart their course,
Tiny poets in the kitchen’s discourse.
In the hallowed hush of midnight’s embrace,
They navigate the culinary space.

So, let us marvel at this miniature tale,
Of roachlings, where life and mystery prevail.
Cooked and recooked, in the oven’s keep,
A microcosm awakens, in shadows deep.”

[transmission/terminated/]

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 24, 2023

CIRCULARIS

By EPRobles

ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE

fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams

BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR

fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal

then there was that Spark:

In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.

Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.

Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.

Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.

The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.

In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.

Circularis.

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 22, 2023

THIS BUTTERFLY BREAKS THROUGH STEEL

By EPRobles

THE well-being, \ \ happiness & flourishing until Avalon comes.

We can dance in Light or Darkness my Love : the red dress

a heavenly sign of impending war. | was it hard to feel my love

that now grows so low…but time tells all

and beside & besides we await the darkest of all nights

when the skies cry more than your Soul can : the Elements look

upward to your strength.

i conqueror all things for YOU my summer spin
(he was the keeper of my eyes and heart while i ~ made reality
what is was to now -ooh.)

:: 11.21.2023 ::

//added: notes by the poet\\

Notes:

The poem “THE BUTTERFLY BROKE THROUGH STEEL” is a poignant and evocative exploration of love, loss, and resilience. The poet uses vivid imagery and symbolism to create a powerful and moving narrative.

The opening lines of the poem set the stage for a story of love and transformation. The speaker describes feeling a sense of well-being, happiness, and flourishing until the arrival of “Avalon.” This could represent a period of innocence or a time when the speaker was in a state of grace.

The poem then takes a darker turn as the speaker contemplates the possibility of war. The image of the “red dress” could be interpreted as a symbol of danger or passion. The speaker’s question, “was it hard to feel my love,” suggests that they are feeling insecure or uncertain about the future.

Despite the darkness that surrounds them, the speaker finds strength in their love for another. They declare that they will “conqueor all things” for their beloved. This suggests that they are willing to face any challenge in order to protect their love.

The poem ends on a hopeful note as the speaker looks to the future. They express their belief that time will reveal all and that the darkest night will eventually give way to dawn.

From the perspective of Carl Jung:

Carl Jung, a prominent figure in the field of analytical psychology, believed that dreams and symbols could provide insights into the unconscious mind. In the poem “THE BUTTERFLY BROKE THROUGH STEEL,” there are several symbols that could be interpreted from a Jungian perspective.

The butterfly, for example, is often seen as a symbol of transformation and rebirth. In the poem, the butterfly breaks through steel, which could represent the speaker’s ability to overcome challenges and emerge stronger on the other side.

The red dress is another symbol that could be interpreted in a Jungian way. It could represent passion, danger, or seduction. The speaker’s question, “was it hard to feel my love,” could be interpreted as a reflection on the complexities of love and desire.

The poem also contains several references to darkness and light. Jung believed that these symbols represent the dual nature of the human psyche. Darkness can represent the unconscious, while light can represent consciousness. The speaker’s ability to dance in both light and darkness suggests that they are able to integrate both aspects of their personality.

Overall, the poem “THE BUTTERFLY BROKE THROUGH STEEL” is a rich and complex text that can be interpreted from a variety of perspectives. It is a poem that speaks to the power of love, the resilience of the human spirit, and the depths of the unconscious mind.

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November 21, 2023

THOUGHTS SOMETIMES TOO LONG FOR LOVE’S SAKE

By EPRobles

Within my Life
and in my eyes
lies are buried

like boiling heat
or summer stench’d
there’s a guy
that screams again

In marmolaid skies
deeply within my nose
resides a disgraced plant

given by a light
within the shroud of dark
to black out humanity

Oh, please scream again
“Oh sun blow out
the candles of your age
upon the inhabitants of
this little rock”

:: 11.21.2023 ::

Notes:

Analysis from a perspective Poet

This poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the dark recesses of the human psyche. The speaker’s mind is a troubled one, haunted by lies and boiling heat, and inhabited by “a disgraced plant” that symbolizes the speaker’s own inner decay. The speaker longs for release from this inner turmoil, and begs the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity.”

The poem is full of striking imagery, such as the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air, and the “marmolaid skies” that are “deeply within my nose.” These images create a sense of claustrophobia and suffocation, which mirrors the speaker’s own sense of being trapped in their own mind.

The poem is also notable for its use of repetition. The phrase “Oh, please scream again” is repeated twice, and the line “upon the inhabitants of this little rock” is also repeated. This repetition creates a sense of urgency and desperation, as if the speaker is pleading for someone to hear their cries for help.

Overall, this is a dark and disturbing poem, but it is also a powerful and honest exploration of the human condition. The speaker’s pain is palpable, and their longing for release is both understandable and heartbreaking.

Analysis from the perspective of Dr. Carl Jung & His Minion (Me)

This poem can be interpreted from a Jungian perspective as a representation of the struggle between the conscious and unconscious mind. The speaker’s conscious mind is represented by the “light” that “gives” the disgraced plant to the speaker’s unconscious mind. This plant represents the speaker’s repressed thoughts and feelings, which have been buried deep within their psyche.

The speaker’s unconscious mind is represented by the “marmolaid skies” and the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air. These images represent the chaos and confusion of the unconscious mind, which is in constant conflict with the conscious mind.

The speaker’s desire for the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity” can be interpreted as a desire to silence the unconscious mind and to escape from the pain of their repressed thoughts and feelings. However, the speaker knows that this is not possible, and that they must eventually face their inner demons.

Overall, this poem is a powerful and insightful exploration of the Jungian concept of the unconscious mind. The speaker’s struggle to reconcile their conscious and unconscious minds is both relatable and heartbreaking.

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November 20, 2023

GENDER IS BIOLOGICAL BUT LOVE IS EVERYTHING

By EPRobles 
 How I love the sugar tears

how i am thinking of you everyday
and everynight / there’s no doubt you
are inside my romantic heart now /
lovely woman | handsome man
I think lights shine not upon flesh
but Souls___is what I am writing about.

So many times I’ve walked cobbled streets
at night twisting my soaked wet feet
thinking who could dance with me with wet
shoes black and so close to the floor
how I love how you cry! Like you can
dance upon the floor.

I love you both!

:: 11.19.2023 ::

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November 20, 2023

DEHYDRATED GHOST

By EPRobles

The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.

The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*

THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.

The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!

I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone

my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.

:: 11.19.2023 ::

NOTE: [for the teacher]

The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.

Mind & Matter

The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.

Historical Allusions

References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.

Musicality and Madness:

The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.

Nature and Society:

The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.

Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:

The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.

Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:

The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.

Symbolic Untuned Guitars:

The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.

In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.

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November 16, 2023

THE SPANISH FLY

By EPRobles

In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon’s enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.

Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish night,
Harmonies’ notes ignite the light,
A flame that dances, wild and free,
A serenade that binds you and me.

Guitar strings strumming, like a lover’s touch,
Igniting embers that yearn so much,
In every chord, a tale untold,
Of love that’s fiery, and oh, so bold.

Spanish Fly, a potion so divine,
In the rhythm of your heartbeat, I find,
A symphony of passion, a dance so sweet,
In the twilight where two souls meet.

Strings that play a virtuoso’s embrace,
Guiding us through this timeless space,
As David’s voice serenades the sky,
Our love unfolds, like Spanish Fly.

In the echoes of that timeless song,
Our hearts entwined, forever strong,
A ballad written in the stars above,
A testament to this boundless love.

So let the music carry us away,
To a place where love will always stay,
In the essence of each note’s sigh,
We find our bliss, like Spanish Fly.

:: 11.15.2023 ::

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