CONFUSION is MISDIRECTION
that life says:
“Pointing nowhere!”
The many mysterious \
we enjoy (some of us)
WAYS
always always secretly smiling
in our deepest pain and tears
I heard a cloud above my head
snap! It laughed out loudly!
I stumbled upon her tear;
the thunderbolt of steel
deeply embedded within my
heart-caked soul
d
e a
r
kiss me so passionately that when
humming birds come they lick the
s w e e t soul ounces of my
liquid spirit!
:: 06-302-2015 ::
TO imagine love
:: life ::
when living is this
worthless dead
rose (do restrain)
when soul/mind complains
this wish through heart
then tragically restrained
weeds contain roses(
love) then Springtime
comes: and humanity
shouts sweetly to lovers
with broken hearts:
success is a tear
shed by the greatest lost
of love!
:: 06-29-2015 ::
I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning; just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt
I found the meaning of every
moment — dark; a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat
It kept my tears neat
So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!
Just me and doubt.
:: – ::
Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life: I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun
::-::
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
::<>::
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
I like the smell of art and the walls of museums
taste like the last kiss that broke my heart
discarded hearts inside
the highness of pain
We walk across the color
of the ancient blood
dripping dried souls
so many canvas’ of…ha ha…
and your flesh mixed the thought-wolf hungry
libido of my own art it’s forever until
I have another chance and it hurts, too much
pressure so, like now depressed compressed
breasts and hips and butterfly cups overfilled
by the sun-horror of life
Art. Madness. Words.
Expressive untaxed product
until it’s sold to the world
NEVER! NEVER! OH, NEVER!
FOREVER!!!
:: 06-18-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
NUCLEAR FAMILY IS A BLAST
FOREVER nothing
no t hing
just a mixture
of DNA and skin
hahaha __> evil
scientist and
psychiatrist say
” Y E S ! ”
So I reach inside
their skull and show
how well I sit on
the thought of
Mother Universe
Say you are a hater
say I am bacon
Say you like beer
say I am a wineo
we’re all the same!
Manicured lawn
pink flamengo
white picket fence
drive way up to me
inside through my doors
see how life lives
not a tv show dear
the monster skin of life
comes alive!
Say you called the
police and then we smile
all the sane incarcerated
and I have a kit kat bar
so I’m well fed in my heart
:: 06-27-2015 ::
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