it hurts me that many wish to
make money
as i wish to make almost anything
ELSE! too be creative
it seems everyone thinks a helter-
freezer sun! Swelter! NEVER!
forever weazened irrefutable
i’m so unastonished
in my, in my
buttoned sea-laced
heart, just saying (huh, do you
think it’s a dream we’re dreaming)
maintaining,and(before my eyes
the every-consumerism of this shell
i escape from by death:drowned only

and,YOU! personally responsible
for the entire layer of reality
to decay (makes a strength
bulge hearts by creative colors
of words and flower hearts
(politics are decayed houses
with people like flies who

buzz upon dead meat)-ly(steeples
of holy shit eager hands for
fame and money) gee i’m
stripped of my faith and hurts
me only to have smelled Love
–trip upon life’s cobble stones

:: 12262015 ::

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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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