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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 always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within
we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings
this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower
there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:
not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life
why not human? oh why?
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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VIOLINE I: Oh lovely life oh my love Oh love i say i adore you
violin ii: tears weep my mouth in all i feel seeing you
Viola: if love is God then i have met Him in Glory
Violoncello und Kontraba:
my dear, i am honored to be here with you now
the seasons were long and suns came up and
then silently went beneath my wishes
oh, i saw you in the sparrow and the green
tallest grasses my sweetest love
and now together!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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we werelings likeness
savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges)
coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts!
whose words like lips
closed speaking
and two foots liking
here of this earth!
dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and
they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie)
and let us dance over
smashed words — open
broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked —
smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of
pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable
lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls
have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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if you love me
uoy evol i fi
i love you
em evol ouy fi dna
and i know dear…
i’m still a child
in my heart
tihs ym tae dna
LOL! I do love you!
forgive me. i do
LOVE YOU!!!!!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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even WINGS
in sunlit burst-KISS
me as i purple-pink
you; love
we two know
smiles
as when i hug
the immense whole
of what i see in you
oh God! i should cry
if laughter did not
stumble God telling
me — YES! Two points
of a period within
a comma of life!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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and Spring(tide
pulls are gentle
tugs upon hearts)
no.ne_I>LOVEme
and did ->who
knew one ever
(knew the sound
of an ocean in
a kept shell)
i envy sand
that someTHING
takes it away!
but not love
in my own life!
So, the song of
waves my keeper;
keeps me alive
and you — lost
at sea.
the flotsam vomit
jetsam blood!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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IN ALL my likeness i let her in as a sun
in my dream and in my heart
i took the reins of reality in all our
hope; it came as an open space and the
elders of twelve said, “all is real
and all revealed” i read the book
of the One in the universal library
and tinker bell laughed — she
said, oh, “oh! what you see will
not be revealed, it’s all just for
you to see!” So i refused and awoke
and grabbed a pen and began to
write: but saw only blank pages
of the book of all of life and the
answers of all questions — revealed.
In all my dreams and all my hopes
i sleep to remember but like lit bulbs
of sun sinking it’s quite clear, oh, we’re not
to reveal what it all means while
in flesh ||
:: 07252015 ::
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i kissed the life of my heart
knowing someday i’ll walk up
toward the stairs to a place
where i can see everything
and i have no regrets
i walked across a path of fire
laughing but my tears put them out
and i was no one to be sure and
even not what you knew.
In a tree by a river where we
kissed there is a nightingale
that sings “do we really know,
do we really wonder” i am one
of those voices who stand lonely
and do you really know // i wonder
oh, do you really know — i wonder
And i gave all of my soul to the
Queen but the Knight and Brook
took away the board of my life
and the council of 12 laughed
so i really wonder
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
1 Comment | tags: #commentary, #poetry, #thoughts | posted in #commentary, #thoughts, #words