A TONGUE NOR FINGER FILLS THIS HOLE

it stops now without words
how i’m so low so high
the finest steak i ever had
burning mind across life
bbq smell the love
bbq so sad it died
like my family too
black sheep baa
wack cheap lies
i won’t cry i can’t complain
and somewhere i wonder
a little soul wandering
so cold confused wondering
what the hell I AM TRYING TO SAY
make it clear //not making sense
i say i love all of you NOTHING
SPECIAL when i’m done i go home
and what should i do? ;wept
a river under the bridge
where i live // won’t complain
i’m on a plan leaving you
i won’t complain!

:: 09-02-2015 ::

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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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