After Life Services

[Everything…Everything…Every Sense…]

Beautiful canvas beautiful skin
arrested smiles
burgeoning love
seeping into me

oh, come on, karma talk
like a french lover:

“La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel.”

| Life is a flower of which love is the honey
and it is making me feel ill and cloudy. |

Is this what we lovers get? Is this what lonely
hearts feel when we mix love with art?

Oh, come on, please.
Karma is not enough
i gave it up for camera.

Remembering how i felt most intense pleasure
piercing my heart upon a figural stone shaped
as a monster’s heart.

I messed objects with abstract thoughts
and lost myself which became more real.

and everything and every sense and every thought
tried to devour me within a black throat of fear
and it tried plainly ~~ i use to daydream at night
and paint colors in the darkest thoughts of my
mind; everything oh everywhere and everythis
and everythat |and it tried to eat me |
i woke up believing i was right here now.

Where i threw colors within my head
where i drew deepest fears away
when i was there when you cut me with
your words/i tried to say…i tried to say
tried to say….

Love is everywhere.

:: 07.07.2022 ::

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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