IN THROUGH THE OUT DOOR

WHO ever promised a soul
who ever prophetized love
who ever it was
had no human name
or so

it seems
dropping in pieces
falling in me’s and you’s
dropping in reasons
i’m calling it cream of you

Falling every way in small
pieces of insanity
i can see brilliant
Light of Life
it is chasing my chakra-heart

born north of Tropicana
i landed upon the back of a blue
scarab and went for a world-tour
and met anyone who is/has been/was/
will be anyone and so several times
came across me. Seemed i was doing
something against nature walking
in through the outdoor

:: 07.19.2020 ::

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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