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NIGHTMARE IN MARIUPOL

THE bombs rang and rang
out with light
into the night
while long nursey nights
as laid i within bed
that darkest hour
of gigantic, formless
queerest moments
a hideous nightmare
a form of father
and mother came
to me dead :
as of night

run oh run for life!
said in almost mock despair.

I leaped and ran i ran
pulled my brother from his bed
and into the night we went.

As earth moved. As skies
shook, as stars twirled
i hide baby brother’s eyes
from that horror.

We went.

Into the wet, cold dark night.

:: 03.17.2022 ::


WEEPING SUN

UNDER the unrelenting brilliant sun i wept
thinking of the welfare of all animals,
butterflies were crowded within the small
space of my deflated heart
the innocences of their multi-colored
bodies sank inside my eyes where i heard
the cricket singing
as though from the tallest tower of
life/from the bottom of all hearts\

what happens when everyone steals
where nations bomb children that
remove the gleam of their pure happiness.

I listened at the sky, the blue, which now
is black — it’s very humanly ugly.

:: 03.16.2022 ::


L O V E ‘S W A R M A C H I N E

L O V E S W A R M A C H I N E

Unstable eyes stand stubborn:
skinFlesh kid won’t mourn
agan wearing sackcloth.

Hard-hearted Emerald hearts
of grandiloquent minds weep
some scorned — such poverty.

Flower face forgot – me/not
between stones paving
gavel grave ground/unpicked
hearts; pare boned.

I created the greatest monster
called language: damned the howling shroud
across the moor raving/upon a leash we wept
knowing which souls go into bare rooms:
the blank untenanted air.

yeah.

and darknest never left. Not a sound.

:: 02.28.2022 ::


WARS

Yeah, a small green valley where blood runs slow
said the little voice inside

and oh so alone long strands of silver on bright
grass alone

SCREAMS the young soldier

with opened mouthed, a mud pillow of ferns beneath
his head

CRASHING terrorizing sounds of death
long-body stretched in heavy undergrowth

Ah, woman. You leave me as i die among flowers
: an infant smile — gentle without gile.

divorce.

:: 02.07.2022 ::


THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.  
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::


BURNING CITIES

AS cities burn without regret
while people have hysteria
many weep — \for what is lost:
our Republic and common sense/
  Parents hugging their little ones
as many lose their faith,
this once great land sliding into
mysterious madness / an abyss \
All these threats are made by you
and me and them.
if we never confront the madness
before us —
  Oh, how i fear both sides of this
political fence and especially
Oppenheimer’s little toy
where gift of light and love has
no hope nor control!

Believe me as I write to you:
no one wins and everyone loses then!

:: 12.14.2020 ::


FLESH MACHINE

the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
fear.
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
. None.

:: 08.04.2020 ::


THE TREMBLE OF TOADS

AGES of restless furnances
dancing among their own flames
eating death by untold wars

The Soul: a great warrior
and Earth the expansive battle-
ground that wring the necks of
evil ones; stamping & dancing
to kill the flames, vile hands
mottled flesh and skin.

Across the blue skies a Peace
while men scream and women cry;
babies giving up the life of youth
for the grave — turns the heads of
lambs!

while young men turn old and gnaw
their fingers; never praise madness
when it is madness of no purpose!

:: 07.05.2020 ::


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)


SOCIAL WARHEAD

 

“Today’s so good” my eyes said
not a cloud inside my head
And so you’ll know
picking up all the pieces
isn’t fun
but it’s what we sow
inside our bed
And i’m so clear yes my dear
just a monkey inside a cage
flinging angry feces
toward a world that has fled
And so it goes
And so it goes
And so it’s dead
Kissing the porcelain doll
on it’s shattered head
Am i the only one?
Am i the only one?
Am i the only one
biting on the metal
of a social warhead?
The gene of God
is what’s been bred
the gene of God
is what’s been bled
and the horror’s all
inside our head
so we’re dead.

:: 05-27-2018 ::