Verily I am to shiver,

all of this arrows quiver

of my epidermic walls.

Chill my ice,

never went nice

then You,

ask me twice.

I do love your nagging voice,

coz at least my cold skin

begins to boil to a crisp.

Enough to know you can love me as the same,

to keep my mind aflame.



®Artsydhude 2019



. . . in the absence of my pen,

I am to be. 

not of my hand.

not of my intellect.

none of what I know.

Yes to then,

that was never than,

No to myself,

coz my ego blew you,

and mine last summer.

When Jean met my eye,

never my mouth to say.

Aisle of oooh.



®Artsydhude 2019



When can u speak a truth,

When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.

Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.

An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries

Why do all. . .

of my memory,

do keep. . .

taunting me.

loving me.

and yes reminds me.

Why do I live there?

Can’t I get out of its grip,

you of all things in mind.

You are such a storm crow,

that never lands but does fall on all of my thoughts.

Sure I can,

. . avoid,

. . ignore,

. . stop,

and make you go away.

Still like as a leaf,

you do make my life a seasoned worrier of my past.

Never ceases to amaze even all of those emotional maelstrom,

yes those passed.

yes I went through it all.

I prayed constantly and consistent that 

you won’t happen again.

Am I addicted to all that I haven’t done

would I imagine you here.

I want to make my own and now of what a

Thought can make me.

not the then,

than to keep like this.



®Artsydhude 97-19


What is;

responsibility for.

when you ca not give that.

concern for.

where you place that to who you think it needs.

One can say,

my anger would be the death of me.

Yet it is my own devil who taunts me of my,



and your flaws that kept me alive.

So you can see that fuel that burns.

I told myself then,

I will not hate you all my life.

Yet all of my woe and the sickness of anger resides.

Its an ember and of tinder

which never died.

Yet a flick of the wind,

a cool breeze to lull,

yes only elementals did provide.

All those were in favor,

kept this insanity line embedded,

 “They are still your parents.”


© O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19


. . .Your shade is not mine to begin with

But in all of your offers,

did I ever ask nothing in return.

did I ever told you;

I do not want it anymore.

I really can not stay for one single second,

to see the one i held for so long,


Because of your insane insecurities and inferiority behavior.

Coz I know for too long,

You gave me my own adopted way of happiness which is;



Wallowing of regrets.

and living in the past of:

shoulda, coulda, wudda.

I am asking for those whom I value.

Let us go,

let us be,

in the time we were.

You cannot even give me any excuse,

to be the one of your prodigal.



®Artsydhude 97-19