The solution:
create a manufacturing robot.
Have that one robot create
25 generations of robots.
The 26th will be free of all
touches of humanity and magic
happens.
:: 01.22.2023 ::
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The No One
I’D give up heaven to be close to you / but sooner
or later fate decides \
How i never wish the world to see my heart’s so broken
INside my Heart a forever rain
that never seems to dry
so every moment of truth & lies
can never understand but understand
i wanna know when i fell down the rampart of
horror’s unknown )inside + out( to strive
hard my angel wings so bruised from this day
Who i am
Who i am
is the
No One
within
Life.
:: 11.01.2022 ::
EXPLAINING THE WERELINGSFirst Order of the Court (PART 02)
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
Shit.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
THE CITY OF STONES
A year an ear what air! Into the stoop of a risen sun — i, if i one day learn. i have always been soft, round, and mellow, and till then; a seemingly comfortable world of softest infancy …under fire i into the warm! heated! reflective!my bitch is five weeks late! How delightfully airy! & radiant! clear! starry! silent!massless! & unreadable & pallid! uncreated! eternal. young! wondrous! world of ever-new
beginnings…& i…To those i gently return, in love i over him: the thyrsus & tuberoses& pomegranates & ashpauls. Garden’s path. Ever the soil is of the grain & meadow’s adornment. Yeah(that) i aethiram i uthereth. i was dark i was to be. and was”
(from the book of Chrystalish — There’s a Riot of Burning Heart. Chicago: Randur House, 2320.)
“Well, it’s true, though you don’t see them celebrated much, these holy fools.”
:: 04.09.2318 ::
‘S SOIL MIXED IN TEARS AND STARS
I darted madly into the rain and hail
that fell in little clouds which
felt as tears from the torrents
of dying souls from this storm:
Leaping out from the storm
I found my children:
one upon a wet pillow
another within the bough.
I began my direction
above the beach,
down across the fields
I darted through the rain
all I wanted was a daughter
my gripping hands lost
to be my sweet self.
But, when she came
I had to make more
than a ditch
even I was a little older
and wiser
like a mother
in the shadow of my childhood
not so young anymore
:: 03.18.2022 ::
I lay in my bed
when they came
for to me.
Whispering not a word
with gleaming eyes
as silver came
to me and those others
those come from the stars
they turned my heart and home
into a zoo
like a slaughter house
of freaks.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
FUZZY ASTRONAUT AND HOLY GHOST
FOR SALE: a leather heart of thoughts
the book of lovers called ‘words’
forget how you hate
tie the tongue to a diseased palate
inside your poisoned mouth:
we sell the bodies of priceless souls
inside pristine teapots
Holy Ghost come to me
fuzzy astronaut inside case
of helmet and suit
singing forget-me-nots
watching wild phenomena below
opon Earth’s skies
From the moon’s ancient machinery
–blood and hydraulic heart
of your Mind:
Monstrous, and lit without End.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
GOBEKLI AND HISTORY
SKIES OPENED after the flood complaining (the future of you)
they stopped. i stepped off the planks of steps into a new world
with everywhere mud.
Then came the animals; a hare stopped to smell too.
No clouds but deepest blue skies
precious stones across the ground
At 700 years old i thought i was a habitual creature
so organized the streets and politics of a few
and watched the seasons and years burst — we took the
technology and knowledge of our ancients;
Gobekli and Egypt and too many civilizations to
tell — so many howled at the moon
although we’d already been there.
Time is a wave like water cascading
mind is a device of denial
summer like winter for you
a world who has lost its memory
but not the sun nor the moon.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
SOUL INSIDE SPACE-TIME
Why did you leave me naked in this cold wasteland?
You were gone for light years so go away go away
But don’t leave me alone i cannot take this
my body has grown small in singularity
i am a Soul inside time-space
you are like a molecule and i a leaf
i have spread my fragrance through every apple and every bloom
We were in love with Paris
We were in love with Bluebeard
We are so close but dilated by light
And now We are dead in form
We were in love with the moonlight
we were in love with the salty sea
you know how some things stay with us
but not all things
i am a Soul caught in space-time ah!
we were in love with the sun and the moon
i was in love with You but it wasn’t enough
We were in love with the green ground
We were in love with the blue seas
We were in love with the black side
of night
we were so close but now dead
we are dead.
We were in love with every spice
i am in love with You
but it isn’t enough
We are dead
we are dead
we were in love with every flower
life in love with You
but it wasn’t enough
i am in love with every scent
i am in love with you
but it isn’t enough
in love with every sound
in love with every smoke
but caught in a terrible space-time web
of life and thoughts fighting myself away.
:: 05.26.2021 ::
WHEN THE SKY CAME DOWN
WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
in chains.
When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.
Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.
Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.
From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.
When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
ANGOSTURA BITTERS — NO SUN NO LIGHT
i can stir you with a swizzle stick //make a thin neck break: make you
a Manhattan that takes you to Jupiter now \ through the heart rye or Canadian whisky and red vermouth :: we travel the stars buying all the real estate like a bloody Mary and turn your coals into ice or make your spine climb up your back — Maraschino cherry
(swizzle stick) a truce for life up in my room and pull
the world from under you /analyze any faith through the brain
with no antidote — we all know blow-back sometimes for a thrill
but nothings like Earth’s air (we are searching for a place
like Earth to ruin again) light years to go.
Bought a planet called HD 209458 b (nickname “Osiris”)
all they wanted was a few beads and an axe called the “lady.”
reminded me of my ancestors and Chicago. Now I am soiled by
soul; interplanetary officers joke and say, “he would sell
his mother if she was a rock.”
So now i set my sights on a region called Empty God.
No planets, stars, or gases.
Under my console i keep an ancient alien document
no one knows of — therein lies the mercy of God.
After thrusters here i go.
:: 10.10.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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