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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...
i am the focus
of this space ___
a mote of dust
with memory
in its place
i am the big reveal
all within and
without myself
i allow the sun to fall
and the moon to take
its place
tough and strong
i could fall for you
if not for where i’ve been
it’s everywhere
in every way
with every song
with every word
spoken to my face.
i am the one known
in every language
i am the one love
and hated by all
the human race
I AM THE THOUGHT THAT GREW
FROM ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.
:: 08-11-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #eternity, #poetry, #space, #thought, #time, #words | posted in #abstract, #akashic, #awaken, #beyond, #eternity, Uncategorized
IT comes from above
above all war
And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow
But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan
emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.
IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.
Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.
HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes
HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.
and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.
And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?
:: 08-11-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #compassion, #emotions, #love, #poetry, #words | posted in #compassion, #love, Uncategorized
Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!
And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!
:: 08-06-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #passion, #poetry | posted in #love, Uncategorized
A morning’s fear broke through my
bedroom’s window pane
The color black choked the remnants
of my dream — it’s taste, the pink
of pain
i kiss my darkest ghosts goodbye
and embraced my lover’s secret place
THAT out of this ruin
from dust of violence
you created paradise
THAT now my ocean is
this deeper blue &
all my pain within a wooden crate
floats miles from screaming faces
And a hole dug as deep as a man
is tall holds a broken spade,
rusted like my ancient thoughts.
Today i vow to never allow my
ghosts to feast on fear or pain.
:: 08-06-2018 ::
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From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.
:: 08-03-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #depression, #life, #lonliness, #pain, #poetry, #sadness, #words | posted in #heart, #lonliness, #love, Uncategorized
Leave a comment | tags: #horror, #lycanthropic, #poetry, #story, #werewolves, #words | posted in #balance, #bedtime stories, #beyond, #bone, #broken soul, #confession, #creatures, #creepy
THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
“Pray for me” an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.
These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
curse.
I say hold me tight until i feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.
As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.
Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.
Unitl then, let us hold each other while the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.
And remember, I will always love you.
:: 08-02-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #apocalyptic, #last days, #poetry, #words | posted in #Apocalypse, #apocalyptic
AND if we dream.
Quietly as though the babbling brook
demands so.
AND there by the trees
a hobble-cobble moon goes telling
sweet thoughts.
WITH pine in air
and stiff nipples / expectations like dreams
touching goals.
There are no impossibilities
just fears and blocked roads
by brain we the insane
mostly never overcome!
:: 09-30-2017 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Uncategorized
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