. . . 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. 😛🎭🙉🆙☝🆕 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 2019 ™XENOphagz Continue reading

Poh-lee-the3-chall3.

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 Continue reading Poh-lee-the3-chall3.

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 … Continue reading Why do all. . .

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, memory, faults, 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 … Continue reading What is;

. . .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, suffer. 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; Misery. Pain. Wallowing of regrets. and living in the past of: shoulda, coulda, wudda. I am asking for those whom I value. … Continue reading