When i fade i do it slowly
and this is something you
know like when i am trapped
within the small shadows
of the moon
when i fade it is a cry
the last semblance of me
when infinity becomes a
friend with old hands
which favors time
when i fade the world believes
that morning and night are
one entwined within our Lives
what do you think may happen
if Love were Free?
:: 12-03-2016 ::
i feel defunct beyond
reason AND …
there are some who say
, “suffer the children”
i Went through (all the horror)
it all once
so never AGAIN because
i shut my eyes
and say, say, “my heart is
r e d f l o w i n g f o r (shut your eyes)
the good guys and bad guys
and angels
therefore Monsters — and
through it all i sacrificed
my nothings!
(“i’M sane!”)And who has the frost?
while I’m burning LOVE?
KISS — > ME!
:: 11-29-2016 ::
(c) FUCK YOU
Hi Lola I’m Phillip and I read your profile and find you very
interesting. I like your sense of inner strength and also a
sharp conviction too. Formidable skill sets! I’m highly
educated too and will be starting my PhD early next year.
But, I’m not just a ‘nerd’ but also a poet and musician of
sorts. And painter. If interested, please SMASH THE ‘LIKE’
BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STATEMENT
oH, i wrote you a small poem while writing my quick message!
// AMAZING POETRY ! ! ! \\
THAT’S SA’ DAY
I remember when we met
was a day i fell off
the highest c l O U D!
So come with me
toward a memory
when we First Met
Well sweet dear
come with me
my soulmate to Mars
Where my Time stopped
and so did yours
A time so Wonderful ~
if you come to see
with me Love
An Ocean of Gold,
Blue and Jasmine
so i tell you:
“Oh, that’s sa’ day
and i love you!
Some day it’ll be ok
:: 11-29-2016 ::
///END TRANSMISSION\\
Oh! Pain is too easy to portray;
but to transform it into
ART is Divine! ~ EPRobles
:: 09-02-2016 ::
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 ::
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 ::
A
T
-imes
the felt
offense
seems
R
E
A
L
-ike
i have
offended
ignorant
minds ||
& the shame
is all my own
for i under(weight)
stand it all.
:: 11-26-2016 ::
SIGHT! if i still had it
[my eyes] this would
have made me cry t e
a
r
‘s’
ooh …ooh oh-oh ; by
sticky frames within
t i me we saw all
possible expectations
fusING our SOUL FROM
2 TO 1 /O! oh i always
wish(ed) this day to
never eND!\
:: 11-23-2016 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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