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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...
confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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There within the meadow
beneath the weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within the meadow
beneath the weepy willow
saw rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our none
an emotion : the wave of ocean
that my life becomes
Life and as one
what more
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020
Leave a comment | tags: #hearts, #humans, #love, #men, #passion, #poetry, #souls, #women | posted in #abstract
DEVASTATION;
utter beauty that what you do
unknowingly you do to me
Butterfly-lash deep pools
eyes of jewels stares within
my soul — which you do
What fragment-time!
The world vanishes while my soul
so near to you!
Love, my love, devastating love!
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 03-06-2018
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IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know — and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably
i plead!
::12-24-2013::
Leave a comment | tags: #cobbler, #poetry, #shoes, #soul | posted in #abstract
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018
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\Into that fire so brief, death:
an organ untuned-Springfest, the last…
we spoke-tear; oh dear —
gave console to eternal words
not from fear!
i have a perfect stain & you
beauty-cry and ate the heart:
my resolve strong an arm upon
my heart cascading tears-girl
(does she know?) that
love and life demand
joy, fear, life, & love?
her dress ddrips blood
so long dreams sang the phantoms
in the skies — here comes life!
:: 03-12-2014 ::
rev: 08212020
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WONDERING HEART
\
don’t ask me:
i wondered long fields
lovingly wondering your
heart –> don’t tell me
how you hate me | i was
standing apart to deny
it –} if we could live
for ever -=-> if we hurt
each other; i told you
we all have spirits but
only a few have Souls:
i was there/
standing …
you were there — to watch
how love tears apart
imaginary lust.
:: 08..19.2020 ::
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WE shared sunshine and laughter beneath an umbrella with cocktails and
absences of cloths –you had a glint within your eyes: remembering ancient
memories from ‘ago.’ I touched your skin (forearm)and you awoke. Toes deep
in sand//Explaining how you do this from time-to-time.\ you asked for another
Manhattan i retrieved it for you.
you drunk bitch.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
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i WAS born upon a raft; castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth upon the briny deep
And i know vast waters
all points across an oceanic reality
But once i dreamed i was born
— be upon a land where all i see
::disharmony
all points across vast humanity
where fear and pain delivered a daily dose
now realize birth-induced reality
is far better than human insanity
::01/07/2014::
::REV: 08192020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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