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V

V[this is where Vee go ]
i split the atom of a glyph
called
V (vee)
i did without a spade nor
the sting of a royal bee
: this i did for all of
me.

:: 07.13.2020 ::

[extract: The Destruction of Western Alphabet –eprobles–]


DROWN ALL FEARS THAT SHALL DISAPPEAR

IF my eyelids & smile abate,
If i ever get a pinch of taste
of forgiven love
  Will I see eyes of green or
blue?  oh i chose the North,
or the land of Vines?
 — instead cold & damp and feelings;
the tired winds my friend ; longing
are hopes for a wrong thing —
her hair array:  so now to become
the traveler of yore
within a blessed quote of, “come oh
will you not come — won’t you come
to me?”
    those green leafs shall never
open it’s presence toward those
doors to me again.

:: 07.10.2020 ::

i will take on any noticed poet today
and give him 1000.00 USD if the masses
say he is better than me. Offer expires
07/21/2020

All apply


HOW KIDS KNOW WITHOUT THE ADULT NOOSE

so how are things —
i sang, ‘how kids know without
the ever-apparent adult noose’
who knows what it means i mean
who really knows how it hangs?
w e could a s k 4
more as nature is not a fruit but
a whore; i strangled myself blue
knowing How my mouth likes to
shoot a bullet through its roof!
–=———–HAHA——–===-
Agent Orange please return to Room
Blue A; we all know what it means
to have met a genteel man named (now
get this) Ay Nal. Hey man! i’ve
got a disease called laughing hyena
(a carnivorous mammals of the family
Hyaenidae of Africa and Asia) yes sir.
my eyes were blue as an ocean then
the tears of sorrow took them away.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


HOW NOW IS AS FIVE FINGER-LIBRAN

how now is as five finger-Libran
male(darling).a particular Soul
lost weight confessing all his
Sins__now alive than anyWorld
would or could understand.

a miracle angelHair cut must
come before the noose of darkness
and now this shining priceless
advice)no single Leafless heart
can be contained(i kissed the like-
ness of your forevering snowTouched
Heart Pit trap.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


BEYOND THE WHEN

we skip across the fence
beyond the WHEN
to Know what we are Doing
forgiving Light a Due
i cannot say this is truth
but suspect that light
whispers to the brain
after all is said & done.

:: 05.04.2020 ::


TASTING SPACELESS

TOO TASTE SPACELESS NOW

purple heart hazelnut eyes
a beautiful world
& how they all crawl
upon your skin: a nuclear
field /so i have never had
that much time…, feeling
brain-traffic as you fly
back into space-time; sweet
naughty girl my Emily D.

:: 05.03.2020 ::


Spirit of the Poet

ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around

the Spirit of the Poet!

:: 02.29.2020 ::


THE SINGULARITY OF POETRY

poetry is more than words
it is a stage
it is a canvas
it is the sky
and more
by colliding objects
by smothering silences
by squelching shouts
there is the rhythm
of a post-language
with images
with idea
with signs
eventually born
in eternal force!

:: 05-10-2019 ::
e.p.robles(c)


SO IT WAS AND SO IT IS

Her faith in love was a drowning fisherman
and the blood upon her lips flowing as a muleta.
But her soul as a hearth with brilliant embers
reaching upward forming a dancing vortex.

and the tears, the flowing tears of her eyes shone
brighter than a granted wish of any heart.

“Sing for me my Soul,
that God believe in me!
–hope, that periscope by inkwell
shall show me the land of my own
people that think as me.
That love as me.”

The thunderous voice of Silence
spoke and so it was and so it is!

:: 04-27-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


PRIME DELIGHT

IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has
overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm
is a brilliant reprieve of false peace;
and words pour as molten gold.

A richness of undetermined wealth measured
by Spirit and not human needs.

I have become equal to fear and peace —
this i discovered with my never-closing eyes,
take away this discovery and many others
to share with all fellows. The proof of
existence is a blood-penned period at the
end of a written sigh.

And i write this previous sentence in honor
of Isidore Lucien Ducasse.

To discover your feelings have died and
the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This
pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until
they fall to the ground; and to realize
sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels
who love us all.

To me; i love you. To everyone else, you
have been my teacher.

:: 04-16-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019