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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 climbed from Negative
billionth of none
to tell myself, “i have
no place to hide”
and the police at the
scene of that suicide
said: “he’s a saint,
of another tale.”
So then i left Earth
(counted to a million,
i felt) had a silver
spoon full of royal
bumble bees who kiss
me and all Humanity
whose sleeping with
most of the guns.
:: 08-03-2016 ::
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/ Hello i met you on the blue line
shared stories & morning coffee
Tokyo is so quiet on Fridays
but she is talking a lot so
Saturdays are like Sunday-
mourning talking-head shows
Hey, did my bones really
hurt you? I tried so hard
to show you I have a split
tongue/brain talking about
every eutrophic thing;
so every blue line
so every little inch
think i’m so boring
eat the sushi tongue
reaching down your throat
cleaning your teeth upon
my skin gives Buddha a
climax of universal thought
kiss the dog
kiss the street lamp
kiss the steps
kiss my head
it’s all angel hair and then
we’re gone //
::; 08-05-2016 ::
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so i died just today like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh … yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past …
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
I killed you when you died ~~
and ate the funeral dirt in my holy mouth
and now so happy cause
in my head i found years
of everyday i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
:: 08-05-2016 ::
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I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
saw the dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
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What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!
[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]
:: 08-07-2016 ::
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THOUGH I AM AN ARTIST
i am going toward the stick
to utterly award a tree,
the Nobody shall stop not me
burst first
Love , the unopened
envelop of life ~ the reckless
oral pink truth
begging life and love
the impulse of life
i will have
a l o n g d r e a m
i saw the opening window of my
house Spring givings
across the air and floor
worms rushing through loam.
is where music that touches
hearts and words like painting
pierces through life-dreams
is what i am this ‘always here.’
:: 05-19-2016 ::
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LIKE youth so soft and preciously gentle and full of truth.
Like songs of
abstract chords and missing teeth (by dreams) tongue roaming
for space
to find; as hearts so do. The teeth of roaming dogs bite my
heels
but the soul is a hallway listening to those weak words i
drip upon pages
Emotions like tears
confusion as Jesus
that lets Judas kill
(my) blood and must not spill
so stupid so entertained by high
and low an albino //hallway
echo]] a kiss of my telling
say, my mind never ignores
how people tell me i look terrible
got a screw eating wood so old
all blasphemy “ eats me.
And when my intellect lies in
all the halls of fame i think
of band music playing outside
inside of me. I got no background
got now files so zero so all alone
So never say (this is a story based
on a story so full of lies) don’t
say my mind ignores this soul;
it was what they said yesterday
in a conversation in a coffee cafe.
:: 03-26-2016 ::
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WE;re such a
perfect day
kissing in a
park watching
those that watch
us in a zoo
Oh! it’s such a
perfect day
spending my sands
with you and watching
sand fall in our
heart-shaped souls.
Oh, such a perfect
day and so glad i
spent it with you
the skies and wind
the green and skin
the lips and passion
making me wish i should
never awaken.
:: 03-25-2016 ::
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i dream in prose
my mind the inkwell
my life the quill
(so human)
i suppose the unreal
until and i feel
a certain disregard
here…
Until she; the waking
dream, comes to me with
a song
within her bosom
until then and then
i write my prose
(to the world) with
mind and suppose the unreal
until and i feel.
:: ~~ ::
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A tree in my head produced
leaves of words //green”
\\ OOH if “if” is a rotten
twig squeaking against
bobbing winds —
characters should & best
be surviving a hundred
years at least.
at least (as long as i
think) for as long as
i’m here!
:: 03-25-2016 ::
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