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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...

ONLY WITH ME ONLY WITH YOU

SWEET music hungry waves
/a loud flight of birds\
sunlight before my dark shades of dimmed
complexity, — /all memories beating against
the shores of sands ebbing through yellow
foilage of my heart’s bent alder-waist
, an image caught within my biolight –>
regret, melancholy honey by
99F of a distant murmur of dried moist
black mittens held by hungry kittens:
feed me feed these mouths of
murderousClaws agate, ?she hid?
in the other too finding sweetness
–>
eyes of gold and onyx
my ex-mistressess — muite and screaming
from the depths of all their graves
echoing a voice, I raise!

:: 06.15.2020 ::


HIDING HYDEN

\

TH3n the sky so pale  as trussed trees     !
     hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
       excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
    tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet:  diligently carving thoughts into
        lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.

*(BREATH)*

   Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–>  although the paint wet
 dreaming wishingly devouring/
               
THE INNOCENTS.

:: 06.15.2020 ::


ROSE THICK & BLACK

S C R E A M I N G winds
this dream! STRANGE
and penetrating
of WHO’S ever
unknown, whom i once loved?
who loved once me?
and who’s never —
each moment of this moment
no longer piercing
my tender hearted death
clear for her alone, is
no longer a problem…
deeply digging a grave
for two how cool the sweat
upon my brow with her
cry ing & weeping:
her’s to understand while
standing deeply withing the
grave she digs.

:: Rose thick and black ::
06152020


I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING MORE

i don’t        have pleasantries
   while i cry … losing you
i don’t        have anything
   since i don’t have you
i don’t        have romantic eyes
   and no happy heart
   oh  no happy things
       since i lost you
       the day you walked out
on me –>  oh
i don’t        have any more love
       to share
       oh mother she left
 ___since i lost you
       oh you oh you oh you
       no more hope & dreams
since you misunderstood
   a confused mind & heart
i don’t i don’t have anything
       since i lost you.
  When you walked out on me
I walked in misery.
      so i don’t have love
               to share
   since i don’t have you.

:: 06.15.2020 ::


MY WONDER-BE MY WONDER-BE

i was a winding windy road full of turns
as curves possessed by you; i was a
morsel of many moments — you fired up a
temper when born__ i love you ?and hated you:
— if someone like wonduring thoughts
like my jealously — too hard too greedy
–you possessed me: i fall catching fully
my what-would-be what-would-be when i needed
you –> hated you: every night and my wonder-be
my wonder-be is if you catch me so i j u m p
so far can you see? so far allow the animal?
— if it gets dark if it’s kind’a a mind
lost within you within me__ my mantra: my mantra
i love every-night and my wonder-be my wonder-be
i cannot catch my throat…please be my always
that wonder-be —ooh if you got it — imagination.

:: 05.11.2020 ::


I FEEL THE DRIZZLE OF RAIN

I FEEL THE DRIZZLE OF RAIN
all within my diffused Brain
and even though within my head
the rain flows down toward my
heart:  trying to use words that
are of no avail / i do not doubt
i stand alone with the only
truth i know;  i know i am more
than a storm but the beautiful
Light above bruised skies

:: 05.24.2020 ::


INTO THE SPLENDOR

Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight

I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you

We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong

And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you

I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh

while stealing
a little kiss
from my Love

While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight

And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long

:: 02-08-2018 ::


RIMBAUD WAS SHARP IN PERCEPTION

WITHIN golden fields of Wheat,–above dying Souls,
tender-pink hearted flowers, gray shadows behind
now: oblique thoughts around disks of sorrowful
memories that challenge the brightest of any
brilliant day,
i expected no thing THEN THIS!
upon a carpet of Earth, of silver filigree,
the emotions of pouring molten golden-pieces
of my feelings; two solid legs as columns
supporting this Soul of mine!

sapphire eyes off the cliff of imponderable
existence comes treasures around the rocks
of my spirit-river: the age of time an illusion
as any moment we breath — the chorus of singing
birds — young and strong!

:: 06.12.2020 ::


SCREAMING WITH A SILENT PENCIL

MY HAND is never choked by a paralyzed Voice—
within me as all is a beast of Earth partly
then Soul & Spirit by the Heaven’s named God___
the sun blinds my senses while i walk upon
the soiled weeping screaming dying lands of here
and maybe now. Now is not the past is not was
the future is more than the beginnings of Life whose
moments become memories — every all’s are every now’s
and lately my famous characters of written -forgotten
what’s feel trapped by the common condition of a skin-
suit we all shall shed one day if ever OR?
never. which is a human concept as there is always
more than this creature called ‘never.’
Never is a spoke or written emotion dying.
but always alive before this__thing we call existence.

:: 06.12.2020 ::


i r a n & B R o k-e my f e e t

WARM WOMB GAVE ME UP

i R A N & B R o k-e
my f e e t

falling/felling —> f e e l i n g s and & i (say
exasperating my L U N G S of nature’s criminal WHORE
\\ wait! /// i am a l ready floating (la la la)
come on! Cha’mon! /beneath the light of falling lit STARS
we fell into the dark pit of love/ no one can save true romantic
hearts here where there are muted shouts of pain and undying
convictions of Being___ oh come to me/leave your skin behind\
be Spirit and Soul. Oh come toward the Light of devouring
expression. OH! baby! Come to this dance hall of duty!
I ‘ am true confession so like purple baby breath….i die
for you and tonight confessions like a student with grey
pupils and her teacher saying, “come on now i am your daddy”
puss and within our, “i just don’t care………..”
Come on you fetus-breathing dead babies piled upon the garbage
can of, “slaughter your animal emotions!” says the baby, with
purple lips, “so glad to have met you — i don’t care what you say
this womb was warm but bleeding and i am a anti-precious passion
of one night — why why why me?

:: 06.1.2020 ::