SOMETIMES and mostly many times
we are dead.  i wished alive but
mostly the heavy head in the
thickest mud and dried ground
by ages of beaten fists of time.
We were all babies once so pure,
clean, and unblemished…
the most of humans were this
but some still are!
too few, too late.
? i am not sure of this
and still stirs within me
a hope brighter than the sun
— when it comes (i do believe)
all things will change.
And the name?  The Name IS

:: 07-21-2015 ::

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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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