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About EPRobles

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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...
August 8, 2015

WHEN INCREDIBLE COINCIDENCES MOVE ME

By EPRobles

LETTER III

Him To Her

IF a cloud becomes to large who moves it
to cry it’s nurturing tears upon the land?
And if a spiritual power is like a lover
then lovers are in the best company who
wear clothes called human skin!
Surely no sensible man would think a letter
written to you would coincidentally fall
upon your hands (without design) by a mutual
friend; each word i spoke in ink i try
to move away from any awakening
of our past misfortunes. Your nights are
lovely and quietly whispering of human
love; yet my passion has been under restraint
as thoughts in a bird cage wishing free air
to fly. Yet, i feel my passion makes me
sensible to its impressions and as the
caged bird as is my love for you i begin
to persuade my spirit it is a superfluous
trouble to break free my emotions for you.
i awoke this morning to a bright sun which
greeted me and then my heart which did shone
brightly casting shadows of doubt about
this love you embrace for evenings.

Let us share them? We can write things
in this night and sing and love another!
:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 8, 2015

THIS IS WHERE THE LIGHT FALLS WHICH TOUCH ME

By EPRobles

LETTER II

Her to Him

THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.

i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 8, 2015

IF I SHOULD REMEMBER OUR LAST TIME APART

By EPRobles

LETTER I

Him to Her

i should remember our last time apart,
and why with misfortunes and
melancholy nights did you stop these tears!
my words written as philosophical reasons
have not arrested your pain or fortune.

i feel am i useless, no impression upon
your heart or soul shall relieve this grief
and now i could scoop the light of a moonlit
night and gather all its grandeur but to
no avail to awaken your Spirit!

This skin and flesh of me wishes to leave,
but my Soul remains in this endeavor to prove
living is not being happy but loving is life!
i believe i am the house silently sitting
in servitude looking beyond the old-thoughts
of a redMouth bleeding time and trimmings
of wishful meaning.

:: 08-07-2015 ::

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August 6, 2015

A RAILWAY STATION

By EPRobles

SO much Summer splashed dressed woman wearing
pan-caked Sun clothing; burning me
in red shoes- legs twisted;
the railway of a station
WE(me?) have big words
to0 much so we never spake
Jesters like fluttering
Spring butterflies swaying(
saying(what love might b(m)e))
a romantically painful
moment
I threw-up nectar
and she flew away with
sugar upon her virgin
tongue to love someone
else in this life.
And the beauty of flowers
are for everyone!

:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 6, 2015

BETTER OFF DEAD

By EPRobles

i’ve been splitting rocks
in a prison suit
of life and what i think:
you know who you are
and when you come home
it’s one thing i have learned
you’d be better off if
you were dead

Like weather patterns of hurricanes
and a messy heart
like if the sun set and
the moon was so brighter
i smell corruption of nature
so i think you are better off
if dead: and your cold hands
against my heart makes me
want to die: got no fear,
have no reason to climb out
of this freak hole of love

and i think you’d be better
off if you were DEAD

:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 6, 2015

FANNING PAGES OF THIS LIFE

By EPRobles

so “SO” is the pregnant pause:
streets of empty tombs
sweet love between buildings
a dried heart as like a flower
pressed within a book’s pages
fan them into animated life
— to say life’s so cheap
i never believed a heart
was less than a gold bar
of one’s soul
Sweet straight spine of life!
the bold One nested with a soul
i am the luckiest one to
know who you are; My dear
so beautiful are those tears
like rose petals cascading down
your cheeks…into a nothingness
save the one who knows: i’m the
luckiest guy fanning all the pages
of living life and making errors
animated by the need for love
oh, the need for life!
and so i’m the loneliness guy
in all the world like photos within
my smart device: believe me,
for(out of all things)is life
is a dream of many noon’s fool:
so i’m the luckiest guy in the world
Not me. love me.

:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 6, 2015

THE BRILLIANT HONEYBEE

By EPRobles
deeply desire ,        my heart
unexplored! nothing lingers
the broad sword of life, cuts
pieces into  smaller moments;
moments that sometimes linger
make it so! that baby bees are
born within Spring!
i see you hold  the nectar of life
upon your tender tongue!
then pass that love to another one
;never spoiled–what nectar then
becomes honey for the hive!
i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 5, 2015

A GREAT TASTING CANDY BAR OF LIFE

By EPRobles

mirror life refracting light
life-light eating all of me
when i dance it’s with shoes
so light it gives off effervescent
color of my heart so please don’t
deceive me my slice of chocolate
cake! Ahh! Cherries too — vanilla
is on the menu and i dance all
the night ;would you believe me
if three teeth told you
you’re my love boat upon the
largest body of ocean upon another
world where the dead never die
and the living dance like fireflies?
hmm, this candy bar is great i think
i’ll have another bite!
oh klondike is like covered sweetness
in a polar bar of my hot hungry mouth!

:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 5, 2015

BABY BREATH BURN ME

By EPRobles
THERE once was a home  where love was drunk
say do you know south? it’s near hell on earth
and i like tinker toys a classic toy that brings
grandparents, parents and kids together
–when i was a kid culture was in a dish
of phlegm and raw pain
spools, rods, flags,
washers, and end caps!
and if undetected mental health issues keep people
from bouncing upon rubber-walls
build a windmill! using the hands in life of the body god
gave me!    and i refuse to eat after psycho-surgery
tak!  tak!  talk with me i’m so lucid i cut flowers
with the edge of the burning sun
burning — tinker toys!
aah!  away!  got a Living
Will and do not resuscitate: everywhere i smell semen
and crushing ovum eggs upon the sidewalk of life!
Ovum-oh-hum-ho-mum
yellow chicks are cute
as flesh-babies just born
Baby breath burn me!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

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August 4, 2015

WE ARE NOTHING

By EPRobles

bring me smiles bring your friends
bring me flowers to bury your fields
my dreams of what i pretended
i knew in childhood
i knew hell
i knew hello
i knew ooh
i wished i was
unfeeling
little heart and so i am until the end
hello i knew i knew i walked with lights
out and saw and felt terrible feelings
a contagious here i am now: i knew hello
i knew hell i was embryo
so stupid i ate placenta of my birth
and felt so small i asked for love
i asked for love ooh i am the shadow
of what could have been it brings me smiles
dreaming you bring friends to laugh and smile
with me
oh smile hello oh smile
hello smile hell no i am embryo of political law
and i eat my heart so raw and oh congress gave me
a vote they say no oh no hell no i am arms and
hearts and skin and i so stupid i’m a vote
of unconscious regretful votes by living souls
i wish i was you ==just unborn just unborn
soul: where is light when we’re so stupid
temptation to be so ignorant we’re so low
so low slow…i know hello i know hello
we kill life SO WITH LIGHTS OUT we are so
STRONG temptation says we’re ignorant.
we’re so below sewer we’re so zero. UNDENIABLE.
:: 08-03-2015 ::

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