BUSTED purple-daze
all within my head
confection floating;
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
goodbye
burning golden
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me
:: 05.15.2020 ::
WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
price paid!
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
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 ::
onlyLiving organs ever care
colorful laughter from their scars
tell the terrifying tale
of them all
of them all
they tell us what to do
explain to us what to do
so tell us so tell us
whatcha want to do
To be a bright reason that burns the sun
(can you help me in?)
Rock the storms who rock the ravens
on high; onlyLiving ORGANScream
on the EdgeOfNight.
:: 03.06.2020 ::
if the sun announces her heat is waxing i shall gather up fire from the four corners of the universe and feed her stars by the dozen.
the world is moving. skies caressing the soft and sometimes abrasive contours of Earth. An entire carnival of spectacular events announcing their presence to any and all who are aware.
That my pen never dries is no reason to fear insanity.
It is how the mini-cosmic froth of ideas are born within our kind.
Stay true. Stay firm. Stay within that which provides you love and warmth. Write.
:: 03.07.2020 ::
LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter…
that Summer always
within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.
::02.10.2020::
I PICKED a flower as red as MY EYES
A thorn pricked me;
I slayed 10,000 Syrians — in 30 BCE
IT was The Season of The Beast
A S N O W
:: 02.14.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress and
even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s
nature; life flows like…
B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;
‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’
yea oh
yea
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.
::02.22.2020::
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