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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 have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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i watched a bug cross
a hear(t) – hearing,
listening to a tune
// celestial whore //
and the fingerGod
of myMind squashed
the meaning of itsLife
then i knew the mud
and the strife of
DNA and the life
sparkingHearts (–)
Life, not so precious
unless the mind
can kill it +
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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So you took, to run
across the dandalion
when we broke up.
i saw the color
like fire beneath
the path of your feet
i took the paint
of your pain,
and drew you:
a summer’s day
of lovely people
kissing, laughing.
So sweet, you – lips!
i never knew angel,
until i met you.
And softly i live,
in that memory.
So soon we left
the impossible room
of a great life,
but i still paint you
with the morning’s light.
Your portrait —
always a part of me
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.
And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!
And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.
Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!
I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls
:: 10-24-2014 ::
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I hold little value for time
these days when I am always
writing. Compressed into
a vacuum of love and past life!
I do rarely know what I scribe —
automaton are we, many minds!
But each poem is a life I love
when I write. I die each night
and the beauty of resurrection
my each morning!
:: 10-23-2014 ::
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I have fornicated with ego
it was by the trees one day
where stood the divine light
and we admired each soul,
us — tall standing trunks
with nature and her lusty gown
I fell in love with the leaf
and She with me — my brow,
the tree and me
and I saw a golden ring
of twig and grass by my soul
it was upon the tree, a nest.
And the tiny beak of hunger
chirped and chipped away
my ego this day.
I walk in life and by path
through the heart of love,
the nature trail aside my soul
:: 10-23-2014 ::
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I apologized as you tripped
into the summer’s flowerBed
to retrieve you from buttercups
I pressed your gown down
from above it reached the up!
And the laughter shared by us!
Me, just a poet and you the words.
I assumed cotton paper that day
along with jewellery quarter’s
best dip-pen ink could help me say
“This day is/will always be my best’,
:: 10-23-2014 ::
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and I die(d) “thanking my word: so long ago”
“would you; yes you would”
“and, everything, everything…”
“if you try to breath…”
“I choke upon the flesh of my dying skin…”
“you used to be a little boy”
“…and everything, tries — and I choke believing,”
“do you?”
“and every feather, petal, leaf, and heart,
speaks (cry) loving (hugs)
M E
:: 10-22-2014 ::
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My lady, the gentle nature
of your grace did smitten
softly all my sensibility!
In a word — impossibility!
The shift and stockings,
and kerchief and shoes!
What hair and mittens
and pockets and stays —
my adoration for your
pin ball and scissor clip too!
My adoration for you
the loveliest woman!
:: 10-21-2014 ::
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If you saw a world
made of love
would the light
destroy your eyes
even if the heart
rejoiced in all
greatness by God
And all the dead
arisen by Grace
to meet loved ones
would the light
destroy your heart
Not if I was one,
like a pebble
in a cold river,
getting by,
by the eddies
of life’s currents
Oh, the heartache
and greatness
just the tip
of a butterfly wing
and the sky above
reaches out to me
And the one who
sold all of this
just a lie —
the price of a soul
all for His glory,
silver for blood.
The Mystery of His Glory.
:: 10-20-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #God, #Jesus, #poetry, #prophets, #Saints, #spirit | posted in #god, #Jesus, #prophets, #saints, #spirit
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