LIKE youth so soft and preciously gentle and full of truth.

Like songs of
abstract chords and missing teeth (by dreams) tongue roaming

for space
to find; as hearts so do.  The teeth of roaming dogs bite my

but the soul is a hallway listening to those weak words i

drip upon pages

Emotions like tears
confusion as Jesus
that lets Judas kill

(my) blood and must not   spill

so stupid so entertained by high
and low an albino //hallway
echo]] a kiss of my telling
say, my mind never ignores
how people tell me i look terrible
got a screw eating wood so old
all blasphemy “ eats me.

And when my intellect lies in
all the halls of fame i think
of band music playing outside
inside of me. I got no background
got now files so zero so all alone

So never say (this is a story based
on a story so full of lies) don’t
say my mind ignores this soul;
it was what they said yesterday
in a conversation in a coffee cafe.

:: 03-26-2016 ::

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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