Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
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THE PIT
BY the mouth
-less dead children
who are now adults
the shouts come forth
from the fiery wishing
wells of so many
disillusioned Souls.
Above, the euphony
of applause by the Lights
and Flames of Heaven!
Us; a heart-shaped crater
is testimony to our ills
as the blood fills our
naked heart-shaped hole.
the
pit.
:: 11-26-2016 ::
NATURA ARTIS MAGISTRA
my Kindness is a
world’s Goliath
used against Spirit.
my Weakness is nihil
filled by Light and
Love. my enemies are
none — for they are
already taken from
my path.
Nature; the teacher
of all Art!
:: 11-26-2016 ::
S Y M B O L S
i’m beginning to live
but the World is dying
i’m beginning to die
but the world is Living &
tickling ant-like feelings
across a cerebral pressed
muteness between brain &
tongue: a postcard
from Above.
a stable frontal brainLobe
is a busy intersection
of living –>
my Life awakened by
the Savior of Light
protection shield:
consciousness
/falls from afar,
one Earth branch
Extraterrestrial-like:
not from Here.
the symbols sew a stitch
between the lips of
ignorance.
:: 11-26-2016 ::
THE BUTTERFLY
Fresh! What is and are
colors frittering
about within my eyes,
heart, and mind!
The Soul!
Oh, the gentle One
perched upon the tip o’my heart!
She is exquisitely beautiful.
The butterfly of life!
:: 05-05-2016 ::
STARS FALL
THERE we go! Her, that beautiful
one by the lilies in the Louvre;
outside on the streets and
within the skies a brawl for
space commences! And like all
endings in silicon and film
she died with red mournful
lips And she sent this world
into a greatness of tears!
:: 11-24-2016 ::
i LIKE CLEAN WHITE PLASTIC CUBES
OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\
When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll
From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”
:: 11-23-2016 ::
THE ANCHOR STONE
WHEN you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking
inside of you?
It’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of an Anchor-stone
I can only ask because i know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below
the resting bed
until one day i arose
up into the sun
when i awaken
that’s where I’ll go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
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