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About EPRobles

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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...

Move Over Emily Dickinson

LIFE become my dream and Time it’s Time to win back love again
Only love can be what we dream  |  Brightest days have been warm
and if there’s a chance then I love you oh so

All through nights and through days i’m changed around
I make things to make perfect price — if you give me a chance /I still
love you\ i never leave you princess

And hey! Kids.  I see it coming around weather changes  and music is the sound
:candy taste so wonderful i forget her name must’a been something i read online or in a
magazine / she got’s a lot of smiles   Hey, come here toward the party : we have lots
of streets and joy to spread around \ all is wonderful
and let me explain ~~~ she’s the best ever poet
makes words weep | men regret to never know her |
All  the wonderful hearts and she’s the best.

She’s got an electric throat
She’s got an electric Soul
that never lets it loose

She’s __.

:: 09.21.2022 ::


Tomorrow

OUR minds are concocted by Machines
those who control space and time/
the incredible magicians of old age
and our government is corrupt
We are trapped in the belly of
the monster called civilization
and the machine is bleeding to death.
Our time has now come to pass.
And we are to see reality.
The many millions of suicides
are now beginning /out of sight\
our animal tendency is one that requires
a sense of humanity. But the many
screams are carried by a dark wind
that blows : there is no government
but the radio is on. We are bleeding
to death and the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are unlit.
It was a moment when the buildings
fell down while mother’s clutched their
babies and fathers fought the faceless
enemies of evils spirits.
The world had forgotten.
There is a devil.
And he is worst than men.

:: 09.18.2022 ::


Adults Are Dead Children

i cannot recommend
but say the playground
is six feet deep.

“Away” the pleasant stay
i have my rocking horse,
sunburned metal toy too
burns my feet: anyway,
my eyes are tears today.

There’s a noise across
the fine-lined trees,
me-think adults
arguing with death’s love!

i sway today in gray
fixed feet above
a pleasant blue-sky,…

Adults are dead children.

:: + ::


Anemic Lie

I saw a lie cross a path
anemic and weak it made its way
craving souls that only know
life of fear and pain

It did not have far to go.

//-//


O

One dimly-seen sunset to the next…
And all will be well, then.
Let me hear the sound of my voice
And it will be O
O you’ll wake up dead…

And I’ll sit looking through the red door,
A clock on its delicate stand…

It will be there on Christmas morning,
You will go on your knees and pray,
As the clock chimes four.

Then the doors will open once more.
And you’ll go to the altar,
Then I’ll show you my body,
And my spirit,
Like the thing of hell itself,
A hairy thing, rotten…

You’ll feel you’ve come to a place…
That’s different.
To have your spirit stopped,
As it presses against the bed,
Is worse than death…

And your hands will feel a ghastly little thing,
You’ll think, oh, god…
Then suddenly…
You’ll feel yourself,
Like you’ve always been,
Like I was,
Like I’ve been in my whole life
And the sea…
Let me hear the sound of my voice,
And it will be O

O you’ll wake up dead.

:: 09.13.2022 ::


Corazon Colapsado

THE WORLD is beside me
eating my dreams
the footsteps of souls
wet from wept tears
forever my unwritten story
cowered scribe inside
destroying all god’s light
becomes dry dirt
and lost eversecent
words.
My collapsed heart.

:: 09.13.2022 ::


Angels Weep

I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!

Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!

Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.

Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!

Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.

Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.

:: 09.09.2022 ::


Give Love to All

Hush now and close your eyes
how i know you wish for life
how i hope you agree with me

now young heart so flower-like
tender fields of wished dreams
how i wish you dreamed as me

that clouds are pillows
oceans tears of joy
mountains like resolve

rest in peace
and remember what you said
“just give love to all.”

It’s what you showed me.

Just give love to all.

:: 09.09.2022 ::


Continued Existence

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,__
what sentient life is
But tell me love is enjoyable
For untold dead dream
and us, the living wish
to know

That goal is not death within
a grave but that flesh and bone
to leave us alone

Ascending towers with enjoyment
and never sorrow
to dust we leave behind legacies

and act, that each to-morrow
__find us farther away
from this dreadful Dream we
call ‘life.’

That continued existence.

:: 09.08.2022 ::


M E D U S A

Left life   ?  then again
in a shadow i dreamed
 i touched your hair
         Inside a castle
Once a knight i dreamed
   then cancelled all flight
staying here for you statue
  Summer dream deep inside
solid winter mud  i stayed
  listening to the creep
of time ten thousand fold
  only to dig out upon
the land ~~~ Gorgo!  Is one
name but call me Medusa :
within living venomous snakes in place
of hair.  Turn to stone turn to stone
if I have no love for you
 | you wish upon that star — why is
it you never cared?  ~~~ you turn
(in universal mind) to stone____
never tell me what to do!

:: 09.08.2022 ::