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October 12, 2022

The Beast you Pet

By EPRobles

What you pet is an animal in a cage
but the little child could not stop__
see the animal in your cage you pet?
\snap/ Because her mind had gone (out for a stroll)
and fallen down the Rabbit Hole she became a Beast.
Destroying all her
Reflections of what she
wished to be _ but sight inside a crack she feared became focused. All of the World just creations of Your Own _ devils and demon
dogs and God and Satan and Jesus
and Buddah is the illusion we mainly
believe and choose.
Excited we begin to create more
and everything is right where it belongs
: fog of confusion to open the door
to the horror of our own destiny.

  :: 10.12.2022 ::

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April 20, 2021

PHANTOMS IN THE SKIES

By EPRobles

SO a lot happens when nothing happens
sometimes a knock upon the door
sometimes against the walls
watching them that watch us

picking flowers within a field
i can hear the babbling brook
and hear birdsong and wind
and see the phantoms in the skies
watching them that watch us

A mystery of intention sings
within the mind of woken ones
that we may be no one & nothing
at all within the scheme of
things

are we out or are we in?
we may all cry when the day
comes and pray for something
that watches us that we watch

Phantoms in the skies
when you see me when the winds
blow through the sun
when you hear me scream towards
the moon — can you save me when
they come?

A lot happens when nothing happens
sometimes a thought in the head
sometimes a feeling through the heart
watching them that watch us.

:: 04.19.2021 ::

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July 20, 2020

EMBERS & STONE

By EPRobles

EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.

:: 07.19.2020 ::

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