Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.
But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.
My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.
I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.
That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.
So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.
And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!
:: 12-17-2017 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
POLITICIANS AND TICKS
IN Alabama there is a dog with a tick on
Its back so big it look like a dog with
12 legs;
In Washington DC there are politicians who
Have exactly 10 legs and the difference:
NONE: THEY all bleed you and get fatter!
(Ticks have 8 legs)
:: 12-08-2017 ::
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