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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 saw me coming out of living life
where i am the tallest small no thing
and if what i have become IS thinking
changing and changing living, my lies
tear a hole inside what i could never
kill but i’ve tried and the clock tics -me
off- in all its talking about precious time
within a flickering stream and how i
choose to remember everything
||i remember every thing that begins with “a”
and through “z” and many other
symbols of expressive thought
my sweetest memory of fire:
till angry said it was pleased
and i turn around in the end
and see it all; flash bulb
of all that happened and
being alone in this stain of time
i return to being a sheep
in hay and every POUNDING MOMENT
of relentless time says ‘i must
move further from this and must
go.’
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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between attention and retention
is an elastic rubber band-THOUGHT
s t r e t c h e d
atop beginnings and superfluous
endings (a word: ending–>i hate)
Of earth and air as mortal distraction
to wake up and piss and brush one’s
tooth; to clothe the wolf in sheep-
skin(cheap skin too) and make a bee
LINE to work! the master makes money
and we too–pennies on the dollar
So today i take the strain vertically
and dove so deep within my mind
i find i pierced the glint of what-if’s
and other impossibilities: i am writer
of words keeping note of insanity!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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IF we run into that sun
(we)should we see all things
brighter-clear and taller
to-day, remember?
The strawberry moment;
and fields of red luscious
berries when we held hands
with a squawk above piercing
hearts–the hawk’s keen eye
watched us growing in love
i remember how the night came
as a soft silk blanket ;it’s
hushed feelings sang, ‘eternal’
then a noisy dawn that brought
scars where vessels ought naught
be tied to rotting docks
And i remember that king of air
speaking without his crown:
SQUAWK! harbinger of discordant
noise like my love-life
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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the sun brang tilted-tinted singing
where i chased a precocious winking
flitter-colorBURSTING butterfly(my mouth
is full o’ butteredcup ofYellow(and a bee
or two too!)) and today roared in youth
next door was in horror as i chased
with tinyFoot the bug with large wings
//she screamed and clawed the walls of
shame as brutes deflowered the queen
who once ruled me//
the tiny brook is where it landed
upon a boastful rock where eddies
and tendril-like swirling water
surrounds her castled heart
and the horror away always away
where mother was raped and i
chose to chase the butterfly today
horror beneath a sun is brighter
than anything.
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
burned away the fever
of faithless-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForms
Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steam Punk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot
of Things and only pepper-Like
dust remains…
:: ~~~ ::
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love come `q u i c k ly !
before a faltered sun
should be still.
Within me mystic darkness,
a church bell rang,
quickly! Like symbols
clanging trembles; cymbal
is my heart —
and symphony is in the air
as it is everyday; every hear!
And I – ah! Stumbles is
where my path leads; tripping
dipping swaying flaying across
“the labor of an age in piled
stones!” Milton knows!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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SHADOW MAKER
i ~~~ ME
got a
brave emotion
don’t you see
streaming crimson
it’s a vain body
i left in sunset
S H A D OW of its
decline // a spiral of
a tenth of a flame until
sunset a sunset of
S H A D O W M A N
WITH his other kind
in declined so i shrink
for others who kiss the
sun::: it’s so, so kind
the last of a dreamer
shallow man; shallow!
–man; sticks to shadows
and it’s a small mouth
(SHALLOW/SHALL WE)
meet the dreamer of love
just a chance to meet
:: the soul who may have
been the dreamer —maker
of dreams. shall we go?
so we go –>we go!
“” WISH I WERE SPECIAL “”
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and if i am not
one of those
breezy hearts
what would make
your heart listen
so i want to\ be loved
by you loved by you
and i am so simply
a luckiest guy
ugliest guy —
so what’s upon my mind’
i think, listen —
i want to be loved by you
just you and i want to
be loved by you
the luckiest guy ~~
just a kiss from you
just a kiss – poc’
po-oop just you,
no body but you ~~
love….ed. by you!
i want to be loved
by just you!
i want to be the luckiest
guy in all the world
let me:letME be.
:: 08-01-2015 ::
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i sit upon a needle the mountain of hate
a point in time as space and i should
always say everything’s so much
like memories, a cascade of all i
ever knew but then again i never try
cause i remember everything
and hate is a birthday
and sadness all the friends
who bring gifts of pain
and where is my sweetest friend?
in this world of shadows and
fake light do you let me down?
are you with someone else
i’m here and should never wonder
cause you have it all and i’m
just an empty hole you visit
sometimes//__so real it breaks
eyes when they gaze into a face
i wear everyday /my Kingdom of
shadows like a crown of deep despair
as i sit upon this mountain of
needles\\.
:: 07-31-2015 ::
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