July 19, 2015

A CUP FULL OF DEFIANCE

By EPRobles

AND if tears (they are from me)
drop in descending
decay as time tick-tocking wishes –a

burning life cheated by fire called,

“I wish to be more this time”

what of “me?”           and
my role models are

Mountains and vast Seas! and nothing by

flesh!

the dirt smells like the mother who

born me:  all her musty loving scent
especially when after rains so wet and

borning other “others”

the fields are green

Today i am the ‘no one’ and yester-
day more and tomorrow?

:: 07-18-2015 ::

About EPRobles

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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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