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PRIME DELIGHT

IT is midnight; somewhere a storm has
overshadowed a Soul, in others, the storm
is a brilliant reprieve of false peace;
and words pour as molten gold.

A richness of undetermined wealth measured
by Spirit and not human needs.

I have become equal to fear and peace —
this i discovered with my never-closing eyes,
take away this discovery and many others
to share with all fellows. The proof of
existence is a blood-penned period at the
end of a written sigh.

And i write this previous sentence in honor
of Isidore Lucien Ducasse.

To discover your feelings have died and
the skin is a roof for a cemetery! This
pain causes me to pull upon my eyes until
they fall to the ground; and to realize
sympathy is a symphony of sensitive angels
who love us all.

To me; i love you. To everyone else, you
have been my teacher.

:: 04-16-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


DEAD POPES KNOW

f a me is self-immolation one’s lower lip s t retched
over a brain absorbed in self.
it is the itch within a brain
only satisfied by a serpent’s
tongue licking the inside of
your ear with it’s fanged mouth;
only then can it enter your
Soul. And dead popes know.
My chest knows the gravity of such horror: the earwig
crawls up through my armpit into my throat and passes
nasal cavity into my Mind.

Chasing these ephemeral ghosts i avoid food; to starve
is godly — as death. My anus dots the exclamation mark of
my spine and angels cause me a dull pain.

:: 04-01-2019 ::


ENERGY SPEAKS WORDS

ENERGY speaks words
like mathematical screaming
discretely hiding its origins.
I (this human writing) is
NOT science. I am flesh and bone
physically but my brain tells me
that the thoughts I have come
from so far away that there is no
number to describe its distance.
Infinity does not count. It only
says that ‘something’ goes on and
on (a way to cheat the thing we
cannot clearly describe) but some
how it all works out with pencil
and a blackboard.

I suspect. A greatness so grand
we cannot even begin to touch
the lips of it’s truth. But still,
I wish to kiss it with my own
lips. I wish to embrace it. To
become engulf within the unknowable
truth.

:: 03-10-2019 ::


WE RIDE THE RAIL

WHO can fathom universal mysteries
and those cosmic eyes of pulsars;
a child’s laughter | a bottle
of flickering ray caught inside
any throat;
then when dreaming our Soul sheds
weight by squeezing light from
our tipped toes
as a kangaroo jumping
like a thought through
the needle of some mysteriously
unknown being familiar to our selves
there is no fine line between
understanding and obliviousness:
you either understand or not.
They watch as a spot of an eye
fixed upon each of us. My lips
are dried from the winds of torment
and my heart is a locomotive whose
clenched wheels ride the rails
from South to North. East to West.
We all have a seat there —
with assigned arrivals and
departures.

:: 03-10-2019 ::


POPLAR WITHIN THE FIELDS OF MY HEART

MY heart rests upon a
mote of dust
not forgotten but
still for us frozen
as though love absent
bursting full of sorrow
as though HistoryLand
–i forget my name//
but poplar within
the fields of my Heart.

:: 03-06-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019


W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM

JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.

Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;

Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!

:: 06-24-2017 ::


LIFE UPON | YOU’RE BACK

As tall as the shortest lie
That in between dusk and cries
That something without a name
Keeps on twisting inside your brain

Like…

Where the pall bears sing
And the oceans applause in waves
It’s the age of losing reason
It’s the Rabbit out of its cage

Begging my non-departure outside
The walls of a stranger’s funeral
Could never eat the sacrifice
Could never feel the sprains

All that is clean can be seen
Stretching all the way from
The tip of your nose straight
On forward to an illusion gleamed

It’s the firm hand of destruction
The gems of all diluted eyes
By the size of Cadillacs and
Smoky lensed cataract-dopes

It’s like the Rabbit out of its cage
Chewing on the stick of philosophy
And drowning in the twists and turns
Of the greatest illusion of them all:

“L I F E”
Is its name
And it’s upon
Your back today.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


i LIKE CLEAN WHITE PLASTIC CUBES

OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\

When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll

From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”

:: 11-23-2016 ::


OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::