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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...
Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving
Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night
And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting
I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be
Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming
And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!
:: 11-13-2014 ::
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The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell. It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.
I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,
It’s inviting; at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.
An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.
A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.
Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.
My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,
But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…
NOT YET…
:: 11-13-2014 ::
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I walk alone for just my life
and I walk a path like you
and I know life like you know
to know is a dagger in our heart
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
I see a cardinal flying there
across the skin of our sky
red against the blue like you
and we can only hug and cry
So we follow the winged one
through the currents
and find ourselves in school
in this lesson called life
And the season is a cold one
so we place our souls upon leaves
the fallen dress of majestic trees
For society has no branches to hang
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
And this education is other-worldly
a smell of school books and spitball
we placed the apple on the desk
and watch the worm eat its way out
:: 11-12-2014 ::
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I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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AND time devours us all!
Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?
I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too
And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!
Where are the feet
that own these shoes!
Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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MY induced silence
a pure anguish
which I dearly love
it is the gift unwrapped
beside the door
upon a flatly-table
so stable
Your fascination of me
i beg i am not the worthy
but your continued illusion
of object propels me
My flatter a curse
that burns within me
and I am the forgotten
an uninvited child by life
My crayola
— childhood I smelled
in youth made me cry
a smell of art that indescribable
invited love
and now the pain so replaced
What heart alive
past certainty
knows, not death
The promise
so perfection all within the mind
And I am somewhat heartened by pain
the sign of life-like a dying soul
unlike your love
i am strangely excited
Then i should — gave my life
to the expression of beauty
within art and prose
because flesh is not alive
without her artistic expression
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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If confusion has you
(distance and emotion
means the heart skips
smoothly across wishes
of a dreaming spirit)
If you love
(me, i’m the agent of
confusion by way of
my unbridled mind)
a soul, the kindness is
smoothly a skipping stone
And inevitability is cousin
to fate, two clouds
serenading the sun
on Sundays the tears
of two hearts
shower-resembling flowers
like breathing-beating souls
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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I GAZED into the mirror’s back
there I saw the world’s eyes
the beauty and horror
of all our humankind!
Even my own eyes I saw
weeping for a blind eye!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
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the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?
i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!
while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls
i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
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