You choke upon the apron strings of miss cleaver and
wish you could have a piece of blue-laced sky on a plate
tasting the battery acid of your generation you wish to
die
it’s all for the praise of a god you dropped to the floor
all for the reasons you gave up for wishing you had taken
the gold plated door into your oblivion of consumer
products like a societal whore who begs for more
:: 11-02-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
Prejudice in society reflects
two horns and a forked tail
deep spider-mud across the land
putrid waters full of dead hearts
Prejudice in society spits
giant columns of hell fire
black doves in the Joker’s mask
four-leaf clovers spinning backwards
Prejudice seeps into the conversation
when lips and brain are not connecting
only the true soul of the bearer
Many bars in hell rejoice in drunken hiss
Clear eyes in a sheath of pure light see
there be no paradise for dark souls
a parade of masquerades for the hidden
chained links of tied tongues scream
:: 04-10-2014 ::
IF you really want to piss them off
turn your horror story
into a musical
:: 04-04-2014 ::
when i posted my emotion
inside the stream of media
i did not wish you to die
but you took the words
and made them blades
and cut your veins girl
what she told her mother
was a ruse made in haze
and her haste did her in
girl…you are my life
but now in your death
you turn to me and cry
after all this time…
you still surprise me
a #selfie did you in
And in your life you said
that your pain will lead
to a pleasure beyond life
ah girl…now you live
a death in paradise
and pleasure six feet deep
:: 03-29-2014 ::
THE lie so gel and tick
centuries upon centuries
a timeless tatoo upon soul
we were lost in that time
who we are so goddamn grand
but those Ones who watch
afraid of our very souls
at their touch could erase all
the contempt for that source
of war and faminine and death
i am no longer human but animal
cornered and challenged to a point
i shall risk all to gain what lost
:: 03-22-2014 ::
What woman she
of no true clan
a bastard’s bitch
a flight for life
born for pain
and giver of life
Such beauty she
Cosmic love-be
Tenderly praise
We of God-be
:: 03-01-2014 ::
What strange place this time rests
in between the frames of a movie,
the dusk-dawn edge we bleed
trying so hard we do for impossibility;
to walk down the middle of a sidewalk
or catching hope within a bottle of despair.
I know where I dwell and it’s large enough for you
if you seek relief from the twilight of a passing
epoch. There, where I live is nothing but the
promise of impossibility realized
Come my friend, let us go!
:: 02-23-2014 ::
a step or two into the civilized-wild
just a breath or two from safety
and the stares stabbed me in the heart
and what thoughts they threw i knew
it had to do with the body i grew
sometimes — sometimes i cry enough
but times these times are so damn tough
if i could catch a rocket to the moon
— i would too
i run back into my four-walled universe
where opinion is the hardest, me-on-me
and the only friend i have isn’t flesh
but that special mirror that fixes things
and i cry so tired i cry the world’s tears
:: 02-16-2014 ::
[image courtesy of Google Images]
Quite simply, the macabre fascinates me
my readers know and perchance the future too
My words are the actors and your mind the stage
As my parents I too ventured to entertain
albeit in a more sadistically tortured way
The life of a writer is indeed isolation and
the fantasies and cravings of fear and hope
intermingle into a tapestry of literary lies
But therein a nugget of truth between things
as fiction and fact — what is life if not
fact and fiction? We proceed along our path
as though only truth resides on the corporeal
plane. To defy light-of-day reality is to
exist in a world of one’s own fashioned by
bravery, instinct, and honesty.
I wish the future the very best but feel
the cloak of humanity shall do us all in
eventually.
Am I right? Tis so I do believe, yes.
I do.
:: 02-14-2014 ::
A CURIOUS thought
crossed my mind
that modern women
would strive to be
an equal to men…
this clearly
a lack of ambition!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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