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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...
Daybreak: by my own deepest wish
and through the voice of morning’s
blue jay bliss (and upon your hand)
my small heart is there I hear
the stretched wings of tiny kisses
calling like a dry exhalation
that escapes the world’s pains
Then why, assuming life is true
as the love through my veins
(and soul, too) would your hand
turn back toward your breast
to wish you are mine is as breathing
Only once, only once in a lifetime
in this watch keeping time does
the forest and her green tears of
fragment-fallings splinter wood
save two souls truly in love
WE blindly(steady my arm for your neck)
took the path chosen by fate and the many
words of poetry under the weight and
that warmth of your body — topples time
out of my skin
and the sleep of your heart
the dream of love falls downward,
falls whispering an ode
to forest and lovers
:: 12152015 ::
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What is the span of time
compared to love?
A week, or month or centuries?
And how would the heart survive
within a myriad of perils
at the foot of that abyss?
And how long does a man
spend dying?
The brain thinks as the
fingers thrump the counter top
and no knowledgeable priests
or philosopher knows — i know
seeing god and devil part their ways
to visit the eternal void
And all these happen-stance
wittinesses will count to twelve
and keep the secret within their
inner most hearts!
:: 12152015 ::
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What is the span of time
compared to love?
A week, or month or centuries?
And how would the heart survive
within a myriad of perils
at the foot of that abyss?
And how long does a man
spend dying?
The brain thinks as the
fingers thrump the counter top
and no knowledgeable priests
or philosopher knows — i know
seeing god and devil part their ways
to visit the eternal void
And all these happen-stance
wittinesses will count to twelve
and keep the secret within their
inner most hearts!
:: 12152015 ::
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I
Easy is a go by-night silence
deeply throated green tiny-eye’d
orchestra give my heart it’s a’
rhythm bass beating soul and
buzzing stinging thin-wing’d
mosquitoes be’a (do i say?)
agreeing with my soul all down
my legs through my knees with the
Mississippi mud between my toes
II
My broken gui’tar sings so
lonely the moss fall’in (by
voodoo grounds) around me
the old Creole city lay across
this old swamp naturally surprised
cause my fingers keep’a playing
it be -cause slaves danced with
blood and sorrow all the way
from West Indies to New Orleans
III
Dying, as almost I did watching
the Voodoo Queen she ain’t a stopping
her dancing until a minute be’fo
sunrise and it’s still’a raining
like yellow-pink cotton fruit
Marie Laveau stop yo’ hatin’g
gonna sick yo dead husband on you
The poor Jacques Paris had his
newly wedded wife a’calling herself
the, ‘Widow Paris.’
so goes it when the swamp sings
uh huh!
:: 12152015 ::
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Hush child(having lost)the universe
beautiful eyes of brown, green and blue
so hush child(and yawned there are
thunderous days of rain)IN your eyes…
within your eyes the world is awakening now
Oh love(having found)wound up in your
beautiful ways Oh hush child let light
burn me and take strength to find myself
all within side you oh and now the world
awakens within you and me so hush child
let the child sleep and give us strength
inside of you and me
:: 12132015 ::
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THE angel Jophiel who beautifies us
i fell from heaven and drifted
behind those eyes of holy men
so highly favored glory us
and his wings covered me
oh glory “the world hailed”
my soul so empty as i stumble
in this empty life
“For strong men choose the hammer
but romantic hearts smell roses”
And when I chose to destroy
the one thing dear to me
the Archangel Raguel looked at me
(he installs harmony within
relationships) and I tore space
and time between hearts and life
knowing the romance angels tell
the truth oh glory unto us
:: 12122015 ::
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within the world’s dictionaries
the word, ‘love’ has the most
definitions
but within the heart only one:
“F I R E !!!”
:: 12122015 ::
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WHEN the tongue is dry, the heart
is love still popular or suggestion
or merely an obsolete art?
if you forget to forgive me
\i shall continue
to walk these wet cobble stones
sometimes (if love embarrasses you)
murder is more right than falling
into love ~~ i dream of a day one
of gay light and stray winds
when i no longer feel the stranger
and danger wasting the memories of
loving and giving and taking
:: i won’t believe love has lost its
glamor is passion really passe’
and love just a term in glamor?
All of my favorably conditions
how could my love ignore me?
And gender is just a term in glamor
and you see here before you a lover
with a mission — to discover the
most diplomatic position to light
that ignition!
:: 12122015 ::
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IF the world asked
and I wrote to her
what would words
to this hear-say
be? Gentle be phrase
velvet tone she-take
my being to her-be
snug-love closeness
Plush-speak listen
heart-full engorged
atomic-lick glisten
flutter-wing tickle
my love immortal-be!
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SOON, as love by stars
brightly by feelings
exposed by emotion
opened out to the cold,
i opened the door
to LOVE:
gently as I rode upon
summer’s butterfly
the tender wing
Then from memories
of pain and hurt
, like a jolt of thunder
reminds me; the sorrow
oh the fame of distant
feelings//now i am
in true love but alone!
:: 12122015 ::
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