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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...

MIXED…MATCH…

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| ID | Title | Date | Revision | Tags | Poem |
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| 5 | A Circus Called Springtime | 4/30/2011 | | | As autumn lays before your feet |
| | | | | | with golden rays beneath fallen leaves |
| | | | | | there is a promise for future spring |
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| 6 | Chaos at Doorsteps | 5/24/2011 | | | And, if I told you that love |
| | | | | | is the source of creation |
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| | | | | | And, darkness abides the whisper |
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| 7 | A Smile Cannot Unmask | 5/26/2011 | | | A smile cannot mask the joy for life ~ e.p.robles |
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| 8 | A Circus Called Springtime (v2) | 5/31/2011 | | | As autumn lays before your feet |
| | | | | | with golden rays beneath fallen leaves |
| | | | | | there is a promise for future spring |
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| 9 | ELECTRIC BLUE FIRE | 5/12/2011 | | | When my connection breaks away |
| | | | | | will you remember me |
| | | | | | like a melody |
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| 11 | Casablana Knows | | | | |
| | | | | | Slow kisses beneath the moon |
| | | | | | a passion so great |
| | | | | | our minds swirl |
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| 12 | Eyes | 11/6/2011 | | | What woman could come close |
| | | | | | to the beauty you command |
| | | | | | such a lovely soul |
| | | | | | your future love, a lucky man |


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXIX

MY heavy silent voice the lush-lust flesh of lost paradise.
Midnight Insane. As war that tore centuries of Nations my
beautiful one. I die(d) many times and here I stand firmly
attesting love and await you β€” love forEVER through time.
I ate my sanity to save my love which keeps me
– my heavy silent voice, forever and then much more
WAITING FOR YOU.

Since we’re gone.
Since we’re gone.
The sun never needs to rise.

Going grocery shopping and mass confusion
selecting which eyes we choose: blue, brown,
green, or black? A mass production | how she keeps her nails
clean. i TRY SO FUCKING HARD to remain sane! It erases
all my energy to wait until my Angel visits.

Oh, it’s just a fucking alibi. One spirit messing with another πŸ™‚
Oh, i eat orange dream skies my love, my love, oh how i eat
my love. Oh! My love ? My love. | She ran so lost her garter
and while I was crusing blue lit road she called / sweet lip’d
word of life: come save me. Hmm. Upon the edge of night
i ensured I’d confuse myself. Female batman called me. Let it die.
Homeginize , desensentize, all safe in the end — it’s all you are>:
do you have to always end? Oh Candy. Sweet heart’d tooth may need
you so.

:: 06-10-2014 ::


BLUE FLUID FLOTSAM

BLUE fluid drink flotsam
here___<> kiss me?
Love! — maker of my ocean
in that always beyond this
poem or any other written
whose body is afraid.

That is perfectly beautiful
as is — and never boasts
dead beauties as we share
love and kindness within
one heart. Jetsam.

Through and though
out of dark the earth
lives with or without you.

WERE (hopes) moon, sun, stars
and universe within my Soul.
for you and me and then them
will shy burning moments
of because:
each why.

:: 11.2.2021 ::


BROKEN PANEL ABOVE THE SKY

INSIDE my heart was a face that lies
how i gave to give and left to meet
the Soul inside my head.

So cold and cobalt friend — times
are for others with mistakes
i walked with dead feet and sang

“Little One cry and beg for love”
crying to lose as down knee
the bigger one’s who ungrows.

MoaningINsideshoes
heaven sent lik(e–>ingte) sun
disgrace. as much as a(tom)s’sing
a writen(who)
oh times gone for honest soul
whi
ne
climbscr
e
AM
e
xploding a Re(n’t)

__11.22_2021__

with e.e. cummings words/inspiraztion


CHOCOLATE POPCORN EYES

OH mother___ father forget me altogether.
Sister help us. Brothers forgot me.
Affection | degrees of decaying dying heart.
How i read your words and heard your minds
inside my fluid canvas mind. I appreciate
I was different and so unlike you. So unlike
you. Unlike you. I BURST SUN SPOT INSIDE
MY CRIB describes me. ALIEN unto affection.
Passing it back and forth. Like a sweet wet
kiss. BABY, how we die and live poison apple.
Jesus and fluids. I enjoy chocolate and
popcorn watching the world changing before my
genetic eyes. How silly we are and were
: forgetting our history! Almost a billion
years of living and loving and hating and dying
and a legacy you never knew.

All Affection.
Time to wake up.
To our Nature.
Warrior.

:: 11.20.2021 ::


HOW THEY EXPLAIN HURT

Towers of tears believe me 00 I SAY i hurt you
feel my tender tears feel my love!
How when i ate the carpet (smelling seamen)
hiding the blood would you believe me? you
were the Queen of my Heart
(how she shoved love boat)
ooooooh. How you looked and how I was
How we were perfect together
then something snapped.
Ooooooh. Hallow earth.
Driving home they hit us. tee-boned the SUV so now
we’re dead. Buried together.
Families sad. So love like no other : scentless
smell like death — so go away!
How we were cute together. Now dead. Like many
others who felt we had a future life together.
The organ mushroom grinds. Perfume. How we love
fits: tiny words to match madness!

:: 11.202.2021 ::


CLOACOL EVIDENCE

MY DREAMS are secret destroyers
while i sleep in bed and my desire
is a piece to gain (oh, yea. love)
eACH one (desire) thought alone
Sing, they are right to sing
but they sing destroying cities.

That lonely way you kill yourself.

Frayed MOIST NIGHT
(i’ve been weeping alone for one
more show) Shall we endure you a bit Longer?
(What you got?) Shall never shake.
Cloacal evidence so cold!
Spent. Within each other’s eyes.

THEIR NIGHTS OF DESIRES
EXHAUSTED only to dream
of dying and cruel words.

IN SPITE of all the rains of deranged
thoughts and words torrents of stone
labors of foam___ rancor of loose Jesus
eyes: without hope.

In spite of my anger I’m still just
a lonely soul : in spite! With a safety
pin stuck inside our side we shall shout
and take our minds where we want it to be.

:: 11.20.2021 ::


SPECTRALPHILLA

love me

when i’m dead

hate me

like life

when shit rains

dig me

six feet deep

and kiss me

when the moon

touches you

sweat when i

whisper

‘i love you

from the grave’

hate me when

i lived

but never say

when i’m dead:

‘you were the

only one

i loved’

:: 02-06-2015 ::


LOVE AND BRAND OF GOLD

I ATE my years of life and wept in graves and brought bones back to life.

How you sing and consider me a young apprentice.
Hook and finger — how we came here seeking knowledge: what they cannot teach
in college //so turning brass hearts into gold.    

wE caught between tongue and folly.

Attached within heart and sharing fingers.
I hearled singing how i seek destiny you sold
how your eyes are shiny and ancient old.

yOUR SErvants are y0ur Master:

In intuition i will extend my hands as my whole
heart explodes with praise.  

My heart is a tower of seeing past transgressions
and i am not afraid even if an army rises to attack
— to live is to sing and never wonder/
my life so close to him \  that takes pleasure
in my every prayer for that gold band around
our fingers.  

:: 11.18.2021 ::


LIFE IS LIKE A NEW DAY

Dew-EAR (yes dear) my love so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light and too, my heart
it comes today; a morning greeting
i should be there with the bee
spreading harmony-honey
across the empty horizon.

Oh!  Again that cry!
Some forgotten monsters
making love inside a dying
soul’s mind.

They let out that shrieking
last cry while consummating
love.

:: 01-24-2015 ::
REV:  11182021