a spiritis conversi dotum

You'll

Listening to the heartbeat of the words themselves 
partly everything that is
as beautiful can hope
to move the sea of feelings
or prove darkness


  just this difference
  deep and thorough 
Vague and pure as past loves gone

The in the sky of
  your dark image
       wearing the slowness of time

painting

 

What the bird said

 © 2013 by Robert Ells

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Uneverything

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           
                                                                 The unweary traveler
                                                       3.3x3.4 "Acrylic and pen on wood



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style

Notes of concern:

17.  planet should last long enough to have people walking around with pants completely
pulled down as the style, but the concern is whether this will have a negative impact on
health, particularly walking long distances.

 

 

 

Delivery Man 2013

 Acrylic Paint On Aceo Card

 3.5"x 2.5" 

 

 

 

 

I am the delivery man, and I have eggs to deliver.

Price: $ 10.99

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Mom

Thanks for all your help and comfort
during our time together. Im so sorry the
end was a little rough for you. I tried
to help the best I could.
You said you'll be there when my
time comes and I do believe you will
be .
I love you.

and too how and and why are

like our
myths or
at the tip of the throat
glimpses

resting on life
like an urge to taste
or being the pale shadow
on the edge of moving light

just as something as nothing

..   ...

..

once

a heartbeat carried down stairs
but still was only here like now

with all the words left out

a love smuggled out in truth
so everything agreed

in steps patterned after themselves
in tender tones

spoken gently
gradually 
fell
all into one voice


...
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..

in an instant

I have lost my love and the sea
after a single voyage at the same
time

despite sunlight swings
and low rain cylinders

to sway is the who of you
as the night steals the sun
 how now
   all the sea flies are gone

...



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The principle of super ghost

I used to subscribe to love like a magazine,
the covers changing
stories
and what lies
behind its writings
read

it can only work if we don't know what love is
as it sits or sleeps
how the sun and shade feel good
or being convinced


.....

about me

hiding each night
in a different
place

unconsciously placed
weightless as the new sky
the language between our dreams


like stepping over something slowly
in the dark
this deep falling
this love
warmed light


..

christmas wine for me an you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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