i AM when the tired day begins
to frail and no thing more:
but writing words!
to see words crawl upon
the knee of me
as spiders with bright
painted talons upon their
legs: i am no one in a
position to relent
this part of horror: and then
sometimes pure love ~~
the town bell sparks sound
whose grave i have already
dug and slept within!
a heart i held within chest
and gave opportunity to love
and now the darkness becomes
a sun so black i am thankful
to finally be home!
:: 07-12-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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