INSIDE humanities hands
concepts such as numbers
and words constructed from
consciousness should never
be had! It will be the
fall of us all (who have
already fallen so far).
Now in future time
both numbers and words
become weapons
to destroy My Design
oh starry night, what should
be done? That does not
erase the beauty of stars
above?
All Abstract
pieces of thoughts
and of heart!
is Eternal Shining
be.. . <FLASH>
:: 02.10.2023 ::
IT’s easy for ME
if easy for YOU
feeling dizzy
tasting the frozen
skies loaded wrong
my Spirit speeding round
chasing the moon
I bleached my Soul
i swallowed Angel spit and tonight
i howl at the moon (no matter
what i do) the river is loaded
for the people who are my Light
:they will always b e t r ue
and my Soul comes up and goes
down tearing at my brain , the
little things that kill ._
the smallest given becomes
the biggest gift and we’re going up
and coming down scratching away
the little things that kill us ..a little
THING that tears at our brains by little
oh little little destroying us\
|
v
the physics of my addiction
had no numbers to measure reality
so its my heart
feeling you.
|||
:: 02.10.2023 ::
i will BREAK my mind away
through my HEART i will BREAK
BREAK! i am so sick i remember
the taste of metal in my MOUTH
, in warmth i am sick, fiery words
singing (SINGING) yet biting my tongue
cursing god wanting to SCREAM
yet the burning Earth smoke
chokes my lungs
I AM BURN!
AM
I
DISFIGURED
by this?
The story read by billions of sad women! No, I spat upon a deserted famous obscene
video frame and succubus’s of hungry souls )in echoes sINGING SCREAMing inside
your insane dural bifurcated sickness i am so sick. so sick. beware this way
or that may sign language my SCREAMING BLEEDING WORDS , I’M SO SICK.
So seriously sick of YOU. LIAR. MYSTERIOUS MONSTER OF SHIT.
:: 02.07.2023 ::
THERE in the widest of morning openings
every-all is possible if with Sun and You
it is a morning saying or prayer
a wish or two for a fair day
And there within the widest day we two
are holding hands where ever we be so
the morning is a handshake
and afternoon a kiss for you
By some delicate evening when moon comes
and stars appear to open their starry eyes
your hand upon the face you love
my heart within the one i love
And the world is open for bursting hearts
and no society uttering imprecations aloud,
weakness is bent knee toward you
my hand touching yours forever!
:: 09-25-2017 ::
my Heart Stopped.
then there by
my eternal Stop;
i found myself
always here
how wonderful
and horrorful
life is Dear?
Said Love, “
No love without
GREAT PAIN! “
:: 01.31.2023 ::
SO you hide yourself
within your skin closet –> and it makes you happy
making happy faces outside but you’re so sad within
breathing your lungs you come back so come back
And if you breathe through holes makes it so happy;
the monster who controls the heart within your Soul
Now if you care about yourself
you will make yourself happy
You really drowned yourself
You really drowned your Soul
Now if you care for self
you will kick the holes
that the monster keeps you
from (and me) from our
happiness — you really,
you really can’t though!
You really knock the
You really knock the life
And kick yourself so you
so you knock us and kiss
the monster who controls
who controls the heart
the heart I always have
loved ~~ always so hide
yourself within your skin
closet and make it happy
making happy faces outside.
:: 11-27-2017 ::
freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
Today i took a walk ~
i could not expect to move
south of the south pole
as time and space speak
of Time and Space
i asked Light to walk the
Earth; it did this and met
me many times along the way
undescribed are the particles
called space and time
i finished my walk and realized
there we are.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
how i found myself:
i live within cement
i live within human
form and sentiment
i hate how i conform
but have no energy for shit
and how my feet follow
orders of Life in this human
form i was born ~~~ deformed
ooh. Made hen. Give me rights
then all foregone as nothing
is a guest in my life! deformed.
So i flew ooh up to the skies
and nestled in a cloud flinger
above you.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
 | EPRobles on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
 | Adam Fisher on OWL MILK AND INDIGO SMOKE |
| EPRobles on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | R. Marshall on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
 | Stefan on ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIV… |
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.