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November 26, 2023

TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

By EPRobles

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.

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November 24, 2023

CIRCULARIS

By EPRobles

ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE

fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams

BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR

fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal

then there was that Spark:

In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.

Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.

Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.

Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.

The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.

In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.

Circularis.

:: 11.23.2023 ::

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November 21, 2023

THOUGHTS SOMETIMES TOO LONG FOR LOVE’S SAKE

By EPRobles

Within my Life
and in my eyes
lies are buried

like boiling heat
or summer stench’d
there’s a guy
that screams again

In marmolaid skies
deeply within my nose
resides a disgraced plant

given by a light
within the shroud of dark
to black out humanity

Oh, please scream again
“Oh sun blow out
the candles of your age
upon the inhabitants of
this little rock”

:: 11.21.2023 ::

Notes:

Analysis from a perspective Poet

This poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the dark recesses of the human psyche. The speaker’s mind is a troubled one, haunted by lies and boiling heat, and inhabited by “a disgraced plant” that symbolizes the speaker’s own inner decay. The speaker longs for release from this inner turmoil, and begs the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity.”

The poem is full of striking imagery, such as the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air, and the “marmolaid skies” that are “deeply within my nose.” These images create a sense of claustrophobia and suffocation, which mirrors the speaker’s own sense of being trapped in their own mind.

The poem is also notable for its use of repetition. The phrase “Oh, please scream again” is repeated twice, and the line “upon the inhabitants of this little rock” is also repeated. This repetition creates a sense of urgency and desperation, as if the speaker is pleading for someone to hear their cries for help.

Overall, this is a dark and disturbing poem, but it is also a powerful and honest exploration of the human condition. The speaker’s pain is palpable, and their longing for release is both understandable and heartbreaking.

Analysis from the perspective of Dr. Carl Jung & His Minion (Me)

This poem can be interpreted from a Jungian perspective as a representation of the struggle between the conscious and unconscious mind. The speaker’s conscious mind is represented by the “light” that “gives” the disgraced plant to the speaker’s unconscious mind. This plant represents the speaker’s repressed thoughts and feelings, which have been buried deep within their psyche.

The speaker’s unconscious mind is represented by the “marmolaid skies” and the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air. These images represent the chaos and confusion of the unconscious mind, which is in constant conflict with the conscious mind.

The speaker’s desire for the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity” can be interpreted as a desire to silence the unconscious mind and to escape from the pain of their repressed thoughts and feelings. However, the speaker knows that this is not possible, and that they must eventually face their inner demons.

Overall, this poem is a powerful and insightful exploration of the Jungian concept of the unconscious mind. The speaker’s struggle to reconcile their conscious and unconscious minds is both relatable and heartbreaking.

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November 20, 2023

DEHYDRATED GHOST

By EPRobles

The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.

The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*

THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.

The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!

I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone

my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.

:: 11.19.2023 ::

NOTE: [for the teacher]

The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.

Mind & Matter

The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.

Historical Allusions

References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.

Musicality and Madness:

The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.

Nature and Society:

The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.

Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:

The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.

Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:

The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.

Symbolic Untuned Guitars:

The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.

In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.

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November 16, 2023

THE SPANISH FLY

By EPRobles

In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon’s enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.

Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish night,
Harmonies’ notes ignite the light,
A flame that dances, wild and free,
A serenade that binds you and me.

Guitar strings strumming, like a lover’s touch,
Igniting embers that yearn so much,
In every chord, a tale untold,
Of love that’s fiery, and oh, so bold.

Spanish Fly, a potion so divine,
In the rhythm of your heartbeat, I find,
A symphony of passion, a dance so sweet,
In the twilight where two souls meet.

Strings that play a virtuoso’s embrace,
Guiding us through this timeless space,
As David’s voice serenades the sky,
Our love unfolds, like Spanish Fly.

In the echoes of that timeless song,
Our hearts entwined, forever strong,
A ballad written in the stars above,
A testament to this boundless love.

So let the music carry us away,
To a place where love will always stay,
In the essence of each note’s sigh,
We find our bliss, like Spanish Fly.

:: 11.15.2023 ::

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November 14, 2023

Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward

By EPRobles

In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly’s kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.

Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.

Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.

“The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz.”
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.

:: November 14, 2023 ::

My Notes as this Poem:

This poem “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” exudes a sense of profound introspection and contemplation, weaving together intricate imagery and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of the human experience.

The language is rich, employing a delicate balance between beauty and decay, reflecting the complexities of life and thought.

The opening lines, “In the dance of thoughts, we twirl, a symphony of whispered musings,” immediately establishes a metaphorical dance of ideas and emotions. The use of “symphony” and “whispered musings” suggests a harmony in the act of thinking, portraying thoughts as a delicate and artistic expression.

The metaphor of words being “delicate as a butterfly’s kiss” adds a layer of fragility and beauty to the act of speaking. The contrast between the exquisite and the gentle decay of letters conveys the transient nature of language, highlighting the impermanence of spoken words.

The poet introduces the idea of interweaving with the tapestry of innermost reflections, speaking in soliloquies to silent echoes. This imagery evokes a sense of introspective dialogue, where the self engages in a profound conversation with its own thoughts, creating a rich internal landscape.

The ethereal Shadow becomes a symbolic figure, representing stillness and reflection. The silent dialogue in the theatre of existence captures the essence of a contemplative life, where one engages with the world and oneself in a meditative manner. The reference to breathing life into ages and the rhythmic cadence of breaths reinforces the theme of continuity and the eternal nature of existence.

The poem takes a cosmic turn with the lines, “The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean, moving in tandem with clouds and oceans, westward to east, a celestial waltz.” This celestial waltz depicts the grandeur of the universe, and the description of the world as a canvas of cerulean emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the cosmos.

The concluding lines, “Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet, where time pirouettes in endless grace,” encapsulate the overarching theme of the poem. The use of “cosmic ballet” and “time pirouettes” suggests a dance of celestial proportions, portraying life as a graceful and perpetual performance.

Overall, “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” showcases a masterful use of language and imagery to explore the intricate dance of human existence, blending the ephemeral and the eternal in a captivating and thought-provoking manner.

I am now 60 years old and only have another 40 years to go so let me explain myself when I need too. 🙂

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November 12, 2023

THE EGG

By EPRobles

In the quiet cradle of the morning sun,
A humble egg, by dawn’s grace, began.
Pablo’s brush, in colors bold and bright,
Dances with words, a poet’s gentle light.

Ode to the egg, a canvas pristine,
A vessel of life, a mystery unseen.
In Picasso’s hands, angles and curves,
A symphony of shapes, a creation that serves.

A fragile orb, in the artist’s gaze,
A metaphor for life, in myriad ways.
Shell, a fortress, guarded and strong,
Yet within, a universe waiting to belong.

Ethereal strokes, a poet’s inked refrain,
Capturing the essence, the joy and pain.
Noble laureate’s words, a lyrical dance,
An ode to the egg, a timeless romance.

Picasso’s vision, a fractured delight,
Breaking barriers, revealing the light.
Nobel laureate’s verses, a delicate weave,
Celebrating life that the egg does conceive.

In the quiet cradle of the morning’s birth,
A collaboration, a masterpiece of worth.
Egg, a symbol, profound and pure,
In the hands of genius, an everlasting allure.

:: 11.11.2023 ::

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November 4, 2023

HAVING LIVED THE BEST OF EVERYTHING ALL POSSIBILITIES NOW TRUE

By EPRobles

If you enter with the fire of the mouth
With the fire of the throat with the fire of the feet
If you enter to be the beginning the speed the vocation
And you serve to live to sleep to enjoy everything lost
From what was thrown onto the beaches!
To the solar system!
To the burning world!
From what was thrown became light
From life became solar ships
From what was lost became the first tree.

Someone for you prohibits looking
Forbids believing hearing depending on an encounter
Someone for you becomes a solitary facet
Suddenly becomes an enigma
A throat that flees from his voice.

The night is made for you, the dream above the light above
The legs of sleep to its coveted radiance
The ships with their animal shapes
I can look at everything I execute Everything I
can believe everything I earn Everything
I can hear everything I can depend on your mystery
One day one night more impulsive more unexpected than a ghost
Or your ears or your imagination your eyes
Where your ears join your eyes to your enigmas
Your language to the chimeras that we have left to
the the clairvoyances
Of old torches that no one cares to search for or love, believing
In whom the imagination can laugh From
the eyelids outside
With impulses to discover you, to caress you, to call for your help In a
star inside
Of the soul greater than the unexpected impulsive body.

The face with different wings hides
the cardinal points
The underwater sea
The illuminated forests
Where the pressure makes the lamps explode
The unconscious ones like birds
Of the drift
Who seek sleep with burning lamps
The one who makes the cage explode with his instinct of person
Every time you
appear hidden or you appear illuminated by your forests or you appear
In the meeting of possessive shadows
In the immediate lights
In the lights of others they make any dream appear at will.

Body on which you lean to write
With more speed than life
It is for him that I must know
List the example of the words
And of the life that we hide is the best
Of all the flaming participations.
Facet of the
brackish Body like a transparent mirror of charm
The sea stops in the palm of your eyes
In them
I breathe to laugh
To listen to look to believe In
them mine since the day they are close
With hospitality
Bring a blindfold for your gaze.

Night of memory more imprisoned than the lime of the eyes
You leave that castle with clothes without weapons
Like a fountain more ideal than a hand placed in the Tumult
Of two ears that listen to love
Sprung by a simple contact of appearance.

Spilled spark plugs
Like the storm on their sailboats
Beauty with regal animals against their peers
Here is a shadow contrary to every shadow
They are lost, they are happy, they are disenchanted.
Here are other names
Known
And memory devours itself
Flying earth prisoner castle
Prisoner fountain
Prisoner ears
Sprung up at a simple contact of his eyes.

Who are you
You modify the climate of ice with your branches to the earth
With your elements of liquid vacuum
Of the hawk that comes out of death never variant Or
of buildings at the extremity of whose doors Fire
makes the delirium of human origin
You must lead
Set of things
From the hands of the dissolution of statues
The hands of diadems or hands
His steps that absorb the wind of transformations
That which clashes in the flame without love
And you return to your face with haste of sleepwalker
You return to beauty to terror you return to pleasure
The sense of the night makes you its own

You return to the face enigma by poison
Kiss by kiss dahlia by look
You return to life shocking sometimes so deep
Often simple or beautiful
Without prohibiting
You you untie the chest the last suffocated glow
Among the dreams
Among the young beautiful women dislocated with their faces already devoured by the mystery

Taking their senses
Through changing times and through times of criminal and mute
Our passion our legend
The hawks drifting in their drift.

If that purification of anger then to the point of panicking
as much as
You come against the nest
If seeing the servant with the ghosts of the chest des
Unless we enter into his ensumed as time
Of only lips that a capacity of eyes
Alum alone eat in the splendid iodide
Water from the splendid vessel greater water if you are the one who waits
Covertly they were algae in the name of gold
Experimental seats groups we would reconsider In
the Centauro
Avenue how they were arriving through the wild fez Of
wandering swimming in a splendid outburst
All mine in turns that will succumb without their eyes
Full of birds now saved from the
Where
his eyes succumb his eyes succumb to a retrospective eye
A Miniature eye inside where a truly adhesive eye

To do so is the evidence as petals FALL WITH TRUTH
never help you defend your love that the volcanoes of eyes
The Eyes try to devour and that is no one
Around you look at my accidental
Eyes falling the Eyes are seen the EYES full of public
The eyes closed the eyes open the supernatural eyes
that are covered with eyes and your eyes pass through your eyes
that pass YOUR EYES what’s wrong they are burned
They are hypnotized they are charred the Eyes they represent
They represent the fatigue the anger the Eyes Boarding Axes
Let go of me
Let go of me powerful hand defend me weak hand
Sort the hands his Eyes the screens the mars
The syllables that I sense divan of me in your eyes
His Eyes his eyelashes entirely surround this onyx paper
His Eyes flash like visible eyes SECRET EYES
His Eyes behind some eyes behind s of thousands of Eyes
Of hundreds of eyes that are derived from your hands
AND EYES in spite of me your eyes are surrounded by Eyes as if they were his eyes
The eyes that are surrounded by natural fascination of Avenging Eyes
Eye Cutters Death Death destruction of wall
Get used to it and you pass as Blindfolded eyes look at me I see directly SEE ME
See me eyes with Throat
Eyes martyrdom a Landscape of lime a shadow slides reaches
A shadow reaches bird an Eye reaches Eye
The extensive eyes of plants to eat and dream then
Botanical Eyes destroy all kinds of harmful
Eyes in the name of Expansion eyes.

:: 11.03.2023 ::

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October 24, 2023

TORN LIPS WITHIN A BROKEN HEART

By EPRobles

A smile danced upon my torn lips,
Within a heart shattered, I bore the pain,
When you declared your union with the Sun,
Instead of me, your devoted domain.

I pleaded, oh, how I pleaded with the sun,
In desperate whispers, I begged for you,
Yet, in this strange realm where I reside,
You lie buried, and oddly, I find solace too.

Yes, I love you, though in silence it’s kept,
A clandestine truth, in shadows it dwells,
I recognize the absurdity, the wrong,
Yet, from your grasp, I cleansed my eyes, heart, and spells.

You revel in the embrace of the lifeless,
Yet, indifference now colors my view,
For the Sun, radiant and fierce, has claimed you,
And in its golden arms, you found your debut.

You once labeled me a deviant, a word untrue,
Oh, how I wish I were, just to match your decree,
Yet, my love for you, profound and unyielding,
Remains, even when tainted by your disdain for me.

Your disdain for my womanhood, so cruel,
A vessel deemed unfit, by your unforgiving eye,
Yet, even in this rejection, my love perseveres,
In the clandestine corners where truth and secrets lie.

:: 10.24.2023 :

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October 18, 2023

NIGGA WIZARD

By EPRobles

I ate the cellphone from your heart
discovering a sweet taste of love
I ask, “lemme know…lemme know…”
how we could change each other’s life

On top of a game we’re the same
we s h o u l d   feel just the game
we’re comfortable so same!

I give you my presence so true
how lonely “no-good people” hurt
how only God says, “I can’t lose’em”
then this nigga says he’s a wizard
throwing coins at the Judas of this World
what?  30 pieces, I give you 100 coins b(itch.

I am the alligator running rivers in deep dense
—minds and your impression is a media post
to say you are crazy and beautiful

I can’t fallatio a screen with an image
of course my Wizard eats the energy of a soul
\how drugs/ and pills disregard the true feeling
of a life living in a blue sky locomotive ~~ riding
the rails of destiny beautiful soul.

Just sitting with the Crew of One
An injured creative
dreaming life
creating memories
so break  my heart
i pick up those pieces
and make a Picasso.

10.18.2023 ::

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