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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...
WISH i could be all of me without all the fights
and wouldn’t it be something so new
i’m so deeply affected // infected by love
and so I write ‘i feel i have no right’
taking all the blame then joking i knew
it’s how the merry goes round and I throw up
from this dizzy life and oh what fun
scary, scary times in the sun
guess i’m so easily amused
kissing the circus clown and hugging
all the carnies of this life beneath the big
top tent wishing I was so like you and salt
within the wound of my eyes and in my
heart so I know life is kaleidoscope
and in the sun in the wind I scream:
‘Scary! Scary!’
and so i dance with the dancing bear
and watch the clown on the high wire
and balloons kissing the big tent skies
we are all we are and all we know
so hello hello hell no on well it’s so
:: 07-28-2015 ::
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i made you happy in a noose twice tied
say how you cut y o u r s e l f
it makes you happy red blood rivers
and little boy with a paper boat
watches how you feed the river
from your veins And if you cut
my throat i could have sang how you
make his boat float upon the river
happy and i am frozen
happy and i am frozen
in all my pain
And you really know
i’m a senseless apprentice
how to knock and roll
my feelings -oh! don’t go away!
a little boy with a boat watching blood
float his dreams and i’m pulling the
plug and if you say “i’m
so happy, “watch the rock’n’roll
a boat in a river full of blood and
your happiness is the hull of a ship
that drowns in all
you dreams of!” GO AWAY! GO AWAY!
So don’t you fool yourself
keep yourself in a trunk
of ship buried so deep
and you never knew —
the boy without love or humanity.
:: -8=27-2015 ::
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i spoke love when she stirred
benign; honey bled through shades
at eleven o’clock so spake i gently
of her
And all of her breath i am painted in color
of pinks and death lily-like white,snow
defamed; disgraced her youth my mistaken
footfall in time
we are unraveling beauty like storm-
clouds bursting –feeding fields
instead of hearts and sympathetic
: the LORD is a stronghold for the
oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble
(Psalms 9:9)
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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Oh Father give me patience
let me dream in love
and if someday clouds
part away let my heart
be near the sun
Amen.
And Father i have pain
it gives me feet to move
across today
and whose castle walls
weep as doves fly above
let me move my eyes
there where i should
forgive the debt of life my Lord!
Smaller than the period
at the end of this
sentence.
Amen
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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ooh so lovely
ahhh lovely
we push away
to grab love
and hear
the winds
rushing away
ooh so lovely
aah lovely
we pull
two hearts
together because
we’re love and
the world is
so aah oh aah
it blows my mind
because we’re living
in sound
ooh, aah, i see
how we know and feel
nothing it’s all around
ooh so lovely
ahh lovely
because i’m in love
with you
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i am epitome of insanity
it seems far away and so
gentle now as no shadows
fall from the skies for now
i was ill today but then
again i am not too ill
i am fine
today was the greatest day
the woman dressed in red
sitting in Merlot’s Place
silently threw-up a kiss
and i bought her drink!
and…
a heart pattered-flipped,
splattered painting the joint
in reds and yellow flowers
and the bartender sang,
“lasciate che questo posto
sia pieno di amore!
Yes! Let this place be
full of love!
so who is craziest?
the lonely one?
or one as me! Who
dares to touch all
hearts in life!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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the little wasAS_me soul
dancing so obliviously
into a tent i walked within
at birth as ‘me’ and unbelimished
i strolled, head high and heart
on fire! oh, the little wasAS_me
so learnt what life is and as
i was i become so much more;
the big isAS_my soul π
steadily walking sometimes
crawling but always forward
i must always have air!
for the air are breasts
two-apart by the space between
my heart! it is all of art
i live for!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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