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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...

MY HOME IONIAN ISLES

I taste your desire” a strawberry mind
blue muffin(casket walls of wet desire)
breasts of isolated systems of
dynamic mathematics
by its numeral ills
of base ZERO …
monolithic flowers swaying 1.61 degrees
by beautiful deaths.
GRIND() my pressure
colored paintings weeping
upon famous walls of museums and words dripping ink-words
toward the masses. I weep. I weep. I weep. those dreams
are more than handles than woman or man than sunlight
in isolated systemic hearts.
older than wooden ships that offer vanished ghosts
who hold this hand of mine?
Of mine. Whom zooms through
one perfectly beautiful now…
my home Ionian isles.

:: 09.15.2021 ::


RAIN AND LOVE BEFORE WE SPOKE WORDS

RAIN AND LOVE BEFORE WE SPOKE WORDS — so, uh:
Bleed blue ad my african brown eyes
–> listen up brothers and sisters
the black and brown man and women (the khoisan)
are not
prisoners
( i love ’em
wak’a white people-ka )
we native American people side with
those who lost as us //and we still
dance and have our culture \\\
it does hurt for white people
to say they understand.
WE ARE THE PEOPLE of color
who wish all PEOPLE TO BE ALIVE
AND LOVE. I reach = take this bread
and save Nations of all this world.
Save me == you save you. Save us
stranger if you please. Native me.
Save us. Save us if you can stanger.
If you please….

:: 09.14.2021 ::


PERFECT MARY

i found all the world within a sidewalk crack sitting downtown
so many soles walking over sadness and shadows of yesterday hey hell!
i apologize.
(I’M SINGING THIS SONG)
+++ wicked sassy guitars scream:
\
WE all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be? Especially on Saturday night
(got a bottle of booze from hidden magic )
Some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
(without a bad man or guitar?)
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
(riffs of love ooh! )
Would not wish to be you
I would \\\with a gaping wound of salt; who takes my
left hand living and dying bitching beautiful songs and i sing
I’m a bad man — they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?

When i am close to nirvana road -=- yeah move along! I saw her move
to thte table and she ate silence and those eyes who loved table —i
threw the dice and she made me see snake eyes and we left — i was
a bad man getting it on. getting it on!

i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.

:: 11.20.2020 ::


LOVE BURST

i eat love and flotsam and hear
how heat burns
my love — i want you like a crab
needs sand and water
…come here ocean love me. My King
you deceive me –===
can’t you hear my love
burst || i want you like
a tree need sun’s shine///
can’t you hear my love
burst? Won’t you hear my
love won’t you hear me burst?
I want you like a heart
needs her beats –won’t you
hear my love burst?
Insect fly & dead path.
gives me a purple heart love
heart burst inside all of me.

:: 09.14.2021 ::


ANCIENT DREAM

\\ALL MYSTERIES look down upon THESE dreams —
some by ancient mouth and some By words___ i am a
traveler of time: sick by frames of space
and of old songs.

oooooooh! Baby. Crying.
Mamammama oh hell yeah.
Cry!

I am the ONE you know
of common sense____ who
generations come: upon a
stage of heroes who died.
All miseries full of grace
and i cannot relate — the
God Of Faith but love you

the world sees -\

all i see translates
all i hear are sounds
and within my eyes i see
the One who Waits for Me!

all mysteries of love
and soft bruised flesh
and girl I can relate.
oh oh oh — yea yes,
i am your lover through time.

I see how your eyes were mind
and your legs ran toward the
river — where we died!
oooooooh! Oh we died!
Oh yeah! we died. for love
and help but no one came:
we said: ALL MYSTERIES LOOK
DOWN upon these dreams.

:: 09.13.2021 ::


ALICE ATE THIS RABBIT

ONE THOUGHT inside your parent’s mind
then two upon the floor: as
TWO rabbits running forth — gods and demons we said:

“no moving space inside our time”

WE smoke caterpillar within chessboard
— moves and checkmated ovulation spots.
HOW the sand moves by passion breath
and Alice took Hookah and smoked threeHookah
by ten tall dreams of sand men —
she felt all — //then became universe and
the One who ATE CATEPILLERS ”]
and YOUR MIND IS MOVING ALONG…
Ooh ————–>
How Alice took her dreams and made
it hers — REMEMBER: what the doorman
said: feed your head! keep it small/

And IF you go –> chase words as a poet
go forth and fall…_ call Alice when
she is small.
and when the alphabet bets it all —
the words you dream and lovers: more
than anything at all — STAND TALL

STAND TALL POETS REMEMBER IT ALL
when the red Queen Screams: REMEMBER
TO FEED YOUR HEAD OH FEED YOUR HEAD!!!

:: 09.13.2021 ::


SALIOR HAIL OUR CAPTAIN

Love oh Love!
My stern of truth!
This ship has wrecked and all racks
bleeding ocean waters!
Ooh yeah.
Although port is in sight death more so.
Townspeople scream, bells a ‘ringing
but already our sailor’s eyes hollowed.
Yeah. Way down last night below the hull:
we sang: “stand up and be counted!
for what we are about to receive!”
the decks clean and sails pristine.
How dearly; the clean drops of red
where upon the deck my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead –> So stand up
and be counted for what we are about
to receive and hail to the good times
cause like life good times leave.
For all sailors upon waves within
distance waters we salute you.
We salute you.
But with undying fire exult o’ shores!
ring O’ bells! And first mate: walk
the deck my Captain lies fallen
cold and dead!

:: 08.13.2021 ::


SANGUINOLENCY

“S” hissed toward my heart
as from Eden’s garden!
Sibilance! As seven
suspicious snakes.

A loquacious theater upon
the lagniappe stage of life.

The word. As an ancient
bookstore i shall call,
“Vellichor!”

My Soul! As sanguinolency within
my dying heart. I watched the
group of wild mustangs rush
into the purple red desert night.

Then lost eyesight.

Forever.

:: 09132021 ::


ZERO IS PREGNANT

time paused and universe
y a w n e d:

life and death screamed

“C A U S E!”

the tic-toc rhythm

r
u p
t u red *

became a baby born:

ME.

:: 12-26-2014 ::
:: rev: 09132021 ::


HOW EASY TO PLAY WHILE TIME PASSES AWAY

MEMORIES are caught upon butterflies
& how gentle she flies above the stars
how wondrous my choices
have become: some landing
while others crashing
and how she goes away up into the skies
of all my yesterdays
how she came then went
i said inside my heart:

‘how easy it was to play
while time passes away’

(hmm)

:: 09.13.2021 ::