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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...
and today I slay death — it was my way
knife & heart-blade-life
what light revealed
strength or frail: truth for a man
and the council those pompous twelve
non-human but eager to learn things
and Earth is a grand battlefield! petal rose
red soil and bitter torn in dream & fear dear
lackey heart weak near the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow old man or bag lady
do not stare this way for all had is given
move along tomorrow today the gift is given
softly we praise Him who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in #a hundred poems, #abstract
THE secret is within the liar’s mouth
i push you aside as a tongue searching
for the hole, reached so far i broke
my tendon-mind all away
i looked within your gapping heart
for ways — even there within the vast
emptiness of Memories
:: 07.24.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #ink, #liars, #nice, #paper, #poetry, #take care, #thoughts, #words | posted in #abstract, #beautiful, #casket, #depressed, #dragonflies, #dreams, #drifting
I DROPPED you off
you left a smile
& though lone men
turn toward heat
— your lottery
is a black fly
within Chardonnay
: are you wondering?
bad advice you just
cannot take? And who
sang: “a butterfly born
is alive to fly” and we
are a crashDOWN : utter/
thinking\ radiating free
rays of hellos and goodbyes
pink colors next to it
don’t you feel or think?
like female flesh feeling
more than men — such good
advice you cannot take.
Miss Safe kiss goodbye
Mister Fly of Life: it’s
it short life looking
for another: to breath away.
Nature.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in #abstract
BLOOD AGAINST CHROME
So packed my bag and left home
i was so pissed at them
i decided to comfort people ;
to learn about the poison apple
and found their voice withing a
vacumm liquid from my lower ex-
tremities….. eating bugs &
writing words of expression i
came across a mental ward of
society called Humans ||| i had
no-thing too (yeah at them ||| they
were madder than an aborted baby)
oh baby there’s a gift card for
you all within Heaven and i am your
pupil of nasty decaying flesh
but our hearts are more: valiant
students move onward
–>so elated i became everything
they taught about life and poison
apple and all fruit-meaning
ALL BANANAS
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #advice, #anthropological, #glyphs, #hearts, #language, #minds, #people, #poety, #prose, #student, #university | posted in #abstract
for the true artist — art is bifurcated
into many brilliant pebbles of expression
and many will hate you for it___smear
your work deeply within their heels –>
& tell the kids you are the devil.
Say again?
wait until i whip
the tar from my pants
(she was brought up religiously
silly-like) i cannot wait
to play guitar! Oh say release
the stress of any shooting star
— where is the one /sometimes
in winter\mostly within the sun
we go. hate to leave but the moon
comes (like a kid) over the terminus
of Earth.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #abuse, #blood, #fear, #heart, #ink, #means, #mind, #nature, #pain, #poetry, #prose, #soul, #whore, #yeah | posted in #abstract
THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #EPRobles, #face, #in the afternoon, #ink, #making love, #paper, #peace, #poetry, #prose, #saying, #words | posted in #1800s, #bacon, #bone, #communication, #dawn, #epochal, #fields, #funeral, #historians, #illusion, #lego, #luna, #moles eating socks, #Oksana, #philosophy, #queer, #scrabble, #sleep, #spirit, #taker, #vampire, #writing
Oh Seia oh love
by the beyonds of
all rivers ___
ancient tongue
modern heart ___
of a living ghost
oh seia my love
that sunburst dress
burns all Souls
with art and Love!
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #fig, #heritage, #leaf, #love, #music, #paco pena, #poetry, #rumba, #Spain, #spanish | posted in #1700s, #burn, #confusion, #depressed, #epochal, #light bulb, #madness
A Night
as a falling note
upon the wishes
oh those dreams
of Life/
we go
…rushing river
passion bursting
the silver-Moon
you come
we go
over
there
!
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #feelings, #glyphs, #guts, #hearts, #kitchen, #letters, #lovers, #notes, #paper, #prose, #souls, #spirit, #thoughts, #writing | posted in #abstract
roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #destruction, #memories, #poetry, #poets, #prose, #sad, #tears, #writers | posted in #silently, #soul mate, #story, #stupid, #taxes, #tearful, #technology, #thank you, #The screw, #tragic, #trip, #wake up
never WITH me
always with you
kick the sand
kicking the dust
the rest is us:
i dream i
dreamed of Love;
screaming much
LOVE that which
burns brighter
than the Sun.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #beauty, #ink, #love, #pain, #paper, #poetry, #prose, #rock, #scissors, #suffering, #words | posted in #abstract, #beating heart, #broken words
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