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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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October 17, 2023

LAST WORDS BETWEEN ROMEO AND JULIET

By EPRobles

Romeo:

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

Juliet:

Thy lips are warm! yea, noise? then I’ll be brief.
O happy dagger!  This is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

LOVE ABOVE AS BELOW

By EPRobles

In lands where hues entwine, where endless borders cease,
Envision, if you will, a realm where hearts find ease,
No hunger’s dire call, no sorrow’s weight to bear,
Envision there’s a chance, for souls to blend and pair.

Oh, envisage all the beings, in tranquil harmony,
No bias nor enmity, just boundless empathy,
Envisage nations linking, in friendship’s steadfast band,
In comprehension’s haven, where all can understand.

In meadows where children dance, where innocence prevails,
Picture, if you may, a tune where each heart sails,
No fear of shadows long, just seeds of kindness sown,
Picture there’s a glow, where night turns into dawn.

Envisage all the spirits, in peaceful, sweet accord,
No hatred’s bitter taste, just love that’s freely poured,
Envisage all the nations, clasping hand in hand,
In a world of empathy, where all can firmly stand.

Picture a world unchained, where freedom’s song resounds,
No judgment’s stern command, no barriers that confounds,
Picture a melody, of pure and perfect grace,
Where differences unite, and all find their rightful place.

In realms where dreams take flight, where hope is ever bright,
Picture, if you please, a space devoid of night,
No soul left in the cold, just hearts that intertwine,
Picture there’s a day, where love will ever shine.

Oh, envisage all the people, in life’s serenity,
No prejudice or malice, just love that’s truly free,
Envisage nations bonding, in friendship’s hallowed strand,
In a world where understanding, unites each heart and hand.

Envisage a world so fair, where every soul takes flight,
With the power of a song, where all souls find their light,
Envisage, just envisage, a world divinely rare,
In limitless, eternal love, where people deeply care.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

Words As Spirit

By EPRobles


I

Toward dark blue skies, endlessly,
Where topaz seas shimmer bright,
In your evening, blooms ecstasy –
The lilies, pills of pure delight.

In our age where plants must toil,
Lilies drink blue distaste divine,
From your religious prose, they’ll coil,
Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.

Lilies, lilies, none in view,
Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin,
Soft-footed women, pure as dew,
White flowers shiver within.

Always, dear man, when you bathe,
Your shirt with yellow ‘neath your arm,
Swelling in the breeze, and wave,
Above forget-me-nots, the harm.

Love comes to you in lilac’s guise,
Wild violets too, nymphs’ delight,
Sugary spittle on lips, belies,
Dark passions on a moonlit night.

II

Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed
Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright,
Adorning laurel stems, at their best,
With thousand octaves swelling in delight!

If Banville could make them snow,
Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy,
Blackening the eyes of those who show
Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!

In your forests and in meadows so calm,
Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives,
Decanters’ stoppers no different in charm,
Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!

Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be,
Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk,
After frightening drawings we see,
Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!

Pink prints and holy pictures we behold,
For young girls making their communion,
Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto’s window old,
Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy’s union!

Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers,
Vegetable biscuits of yore’s drawing-rooms,
For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers,
Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!

Grandville would have put them round the margins,
To suck in colors from ill-natured stars,
Drooling from your shepherd’s pipes, in wondrous fashions,
Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!

Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile,
Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!

III

white Hunter, running sockingless
Across the panic Pastures,
Can you not, ought you not
To know your botany a little?
I’m afraid you’d make succeed,
To russet Crickets, Cantharides,
And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, –
In short, to Norways, Floridas:
But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now,
– it’s the truth, – in allowing
To the astonishing Eucalyptus
boa-constrictors a hexameter long;
There now!… As if Mahogany
Served only, even in our Guianas,
As helter-skelters for monkeys,
Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas!
– In short, is a Flower, Rosemary
Or Lily, dead or alive, worth
The excrement of one sea-bird?
Is it worth a solitary candle-drip?
– And I mean what I say!
You, even sitting over there, in a
Bamboo hut, – with the shutters
Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, –
You would scrawl blossoms
Worthy of extravagant Oise!…
– Poet ! these are reasonnings
No less absurd than arrogant!…

IV

Speak not of pampas in the spring,
Black with terrible revolts and strife,
But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing,
Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.

Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus’ rays,
How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns,
Of Habana, a city that displays,
Excrement covering Sorrento’s seas in turns.

Where swans go in thousands to roam,
Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold,
For clearing mangrove swamps, a home
To pools and water-snakes so cold.

Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets,
And returns with subjects great and grand,
White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets
To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.

Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses
Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide
Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens,
And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.

Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom,
For our armies, strong and brave,
On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume
Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes’ cave.

Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers,
The silver of downy growths,
Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers
Cooking among the essential oils.

Find downy thistles whose wool,
Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin,
Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool,
And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.

Find flowers in coal-black seams,
Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright,
Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams,
Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.

Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate,
Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine,
To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate
Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.

:: 03.06.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

The Revealing

By EPRobles

I had too — once I ate all the words of the universe.
We had a delightful dinner. Just me and ? I drank
Merlot and smoked weed and we enjoyed the tapestry of
space-time.

I asked, “Do you have a voice?”

Waiting for a small time I spoke again.

“Hey! Speak”

And she did. In her female voice. The univeral voice
that is the Mother of Creation.

“I love you, dear.”

“Child of Earth,” she said, her words echoing in the depths of my soul,

“I have observed your wonder, your dreams that reach beyond the confines of your world.

I am the embodiment of the universe, and I have chosen to reveal myself to you.”

I am Celestia, the consciousness of the cosmos,” the celestial being replied, her presence enveloping this poet like a warm, comforting embrace. “I have watched over galaxies being born and stars collapsing into cosmic dust. I have witnessed the dance of planets and the birth of life on distant shores. Yet, your world, Earth, has always held a special place in my vast existence.”

This poet was captivated by Celestia’s words. “Why have you chosen to speak to me?” she asked, her voice filled with humility.

“You possess a curiosity that mirrors the essence of the universe itself,” Celestia answered, her radiant form flickering with colors beyond human comprehension. “I have chosen you to be the bridge between the cosmic wonders and the human spirit. I offer you knowledge, wisdom, and the boundless mysteries of the cosmos.”

Overwhelmed by this profound connection, this poet felt a surge of inspiration. With Celestia’s guidance, she delved into the secrets of the universe, unraveling mysteries that had perplexed humanity for centuries. Together, they explored the realms of quantum physics, traversed the event horizons of black holes, and marveled at the cosmic ballet of galaxies.

As this poet shared her newfound knowledge with the world, humanity underwent a renaissance of understanding. The barriers of ignorance were shattered, and the collective consciousness of Earth expanded to embrace the vastness of the cosmos.

In the quiet moments of the night, when the stars glittered overhead, This poet known as Maya would commune with Celestia, their conversations transcending the boundaries of time and space. Through this extraordinary connection, the wisdom of the universe flowed into the hearts and minds of humanity, guiding them toward a future where the mysteries of the cosmos were no longer beyond their grasp.

And so, the story of the female universe and the inquisitive human became a beacon of enlightenment, illuminating the path toward a greater understanding of the infinite wonders that lay beyond the skies.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

Sex Club Poetry

By EPRobles

In my age I confess this:

Once I had a Poetry Club I created.

It was within a Strip Joint of high order.

Nothing but the most beautiful women.

I would visit on Wednesdays and go over

my poetry with those lovely women.

And I would read.

They would contemplate those words afterward.

How I miss my poetry club.

Not the sex but these lonely women.

:: 10.17.2023 ::

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October 13, 2023

TIRED IN THE SUNRISE

By EPRobles

What ‘if’ isn’t hesitating?  Those like us who burn in a midst of already
forgotten proclivities?  

The memory of a worm at the level of a shoe has more comprehension than
a  human brain today.  It’s a flying bird sitting upon a tree branch.  At the
level of a statue whose computer rages within a digital age of phosphorization
of Elon’s satellites.  The color of these glasses are pink in love or torrid lightning
As salt and pepper are tastes of a nutrition of alerts like napkin furniture

Historically the retreat of pastures who view a burning fire with their relentless
disinfecting tongues as swords of hate are the future — like pristine advisors
of death where retro doors are seen

I adore the reddish pillows like Koi fish which my head sleeps upon dreaming new
worlds as they cut waves with ciphered.  

I am who I am.

:: 10.12.2023 ::

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October 13, 2023

GOD’S RECREATION

By EPRobles

The egg of love is beautiful
like a first sunlight
of beautiful love

praise for this season
praise from the womb

Like creatures of nature
living and believing
is the heart of all

Tears from heaven are
pure droplets of rain
cleansing human skin

Mine is a mind of Eden
believing in Creation
God’s recreation.

:: 10.12.2023 ::

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