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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...

ZERO POINT LOVE

WASHED my hair
cleansed my spirit
i last smoked days ago
last drank a few
minutes ago // laid
feet of brick between
you and me \\
and THUNDER/LIGHTNING\
shaking ground — it was
cold in the middle ring of
time and the frown from
other-worldly corporate
entities: and I KNEW there
was not a letter from YOU:::||||
while i was building our house
and i felt you’ve been confused
_fauna\beetles and dragon flies
so fight fight fight — remove
them! Like when you told me
as you kissed me. I kissed the
rippling distortion of time-space
you are. God give me
strength. I bite.

:: 08.06.2020 ::


HELLO, IN DENIAL

MIGHTY MIGHTY WAR in heaven
eons ago so long ago — like
65 million years ago
: then the meek inherited the
earth/
terrible lizards gone introduced
humanity on this blue marble
rock___so now we loot to make
tools /turn design into dirty
comfort\ well, the last time
was eaten by tidal waves
and we scrambled | Socrates
saw the End — Enoch before him
so hello so damned so abused
by father and mother — no soul
mates to integrate schema faulty.
mighty might human spirit
mighty mite human soul
And i forget did the dinner bell
ring and is Father there at the
long table of descendants?
Hello? Hello? Hello? dead
beat father — spoils my stomach
and ruins my flesh heart.

:: 08.06.2020 ::


FANTASY FIGHTS THIN REALITY

SOMEONE says, ‘hello’
& i am having trouble
falling to sleep; time ticks
by and i feel on my own
my heart is a cement anchor
across the depths of seas
equilibrium is a gift for
stronger minds : the moon
is made of cheese and sheep
help me to fall to sleep –>
so (ugh) here i am/my thoughts
unfortunate soldiers full of
numb//falling dead around me
within my room\\ so here i once
again go. total delirium/
fantasy fighting thin reality.
so here we all go.

:: 08.06.2020 ::


FLESH MACHINE

the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
fear.
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
. None.

:: 08.04.2020 ::


Entry 4 August 2020

THE world has caught my voice … squeezed —
my soul compressed against my soul, i feel as
though i cannot live, the anger rises to my
throat and tears at my thoughts —
my heart has already burst sky-high and
some thought it was a double sun within the skies
as the spreading clouds of falling stars flew
out!
a swarm of UFOs flew out!
and blue jays and moths … and
boisterous loving spirits too.
this elaborate dream is a reflection
of what we wish to not be — crossing crossings
against the fires we recognize no one?

:: 08.04.2020 ::


DISPENSATION dis·pen·sa·tion

the HAIR upon my head tells me
i am human – my fingers
scream generations while i feel
my hair. I am ALPHA AND OMEGA.
NOTHING ELSE.
gOD LIVES within my skin. &
humanity. We EAT dirt
and dust and wishes. The
world is our sphere of Love.
and nothing more.
Just love.
and STRENGTH
. Nothing will destroy it.

Nothing.

:: 08.03.2020 ::


SEE BELOW

PSYCHOLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL

to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?

:: 08.03.2020 ::

to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker idologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?

:: 08.03.2020 ::


PSYCHOLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL

to be born
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?

:: 08.03.2020 ::


CUT MYSELF UPON REGRETFUL MEMORIES

thank you. i said i was tired. but someone said< 'tell us" what
it is like to be locked away for so long. i drew a picture
and made a song: trap. I had a wish that you could taste
my tears and understand. so, wait. your understanding and
feelings are not mine. I die.
bringing seasons for a few years
with snow flakes and angel's hair you sensed it
:: another accurate weather mood :: so you forget
my heart and priceless feelings. So, yeah, so yea,
weather advice. i wept many rains that froze
upon your eye lashes ; and shall forgive you ||
it's a deep debt you need to pay for Life.

:: 08.03.2020 ::


B E A U T I F U L

B E A U T I F U L

two STEPS into HELL one THOUGHT:
“how the hell — have i been
such a bad girl?”
i am crazy in my chemical
flesh of a young woman /
my, how i hurt so many men\
heaven forgive me for what
i am: take me away before i
do more — living each day
tired and trying so i
have so much to lose : feeling
so criminal and unforgiving
because i am beautiful and loved.

:: 08.02.2020 ::