My sweet sweet cherry smile,

My ever lasting hands,

will always be yours.

Give me your eyes from afar,

I will smoke like a genie named Jafar.

I may device a plan

to make you my best,

laid out covered with so much strawberry jam.

Only your skin does scream

as to my pallet as an Ice cream.

Oh minx you,

please please stop smirking.

Because baby,

In a jiffy

I can puff,

and huff as wolf to your cloth

like I will be yours as the same,

your jacket I am.

I need to turn away,

I know I cannot.

Your eyes loves me the same.



®Artsydhude 97-19





©®Artsydhude 2019




 “You said hi to me,

should I reply or

must I die while

 you walk away,

Until my heart beat

for your name.”

©®Artsydhude 2019

™ XenoGrapx


Spring me a cutie.

 “Leave me a mark where your dimples

left a pimple at my smile,

from 9 am to 9 am”

©®Artsydhude 2019


. . I lost a life outside my past.

I won my freedom near 10 years removed.

I lost the argument yet I didn’t want to win a week of my heart,

into stressed butts and,

scratch marks never left my side.

I kept letting her win as my mind wandered and wondered,

how of my hurried and worried life as days passed.

Since I threw up all of my material into a vessel,

I asked a lovely grey named,


She did tell me

 “Don’t worry emperor of my heart, 

I will see to it your Avatar in Pleadis will be with you.

Look up as you live today not


not even a single tear from the

bones of yours.

I love you,

Never worry,

nevermind all.

I will be with.

Love me in my memories,

you will be.

You are.”

I want to lose each time,

so to know what winning does

and the knowledge applies not yesterday

only at the moment of life, love and the light which gathers.



®Artsydhude 97-19


Puppy boy.

My eye,

my candy.

Oh baby baby.

What is it when you gaze to me in a second,

where I am 

what I can be.

In that loving smirk of your chuckle.

I do miss your eyes on me,

wink the wink.

bat the lash.

ooh baby,

gimme some lustful smiles.

I can go on.

Until at night,

your face is all I can hear in the light of the dark,

where something is swinging until,

your loving face is at me again.

I am addicted in you,

but don’t want 

none of your touch.

Only to long after you,

someone tugs my leash,

saying unto me.

We’re going.



®Artsydhude 2019


Post dramatic syndrome.

Used to be the one who;

makes you more stronger.

makes your ego elevated.

gives you all the benefits of all your doubts.

Saw it too often,

I heard myself screamed without no love in sight.

I heard my anger without anger.

I did not see all of my sense left me.

Zombie or not.

An empty shell of me.

I can see,

but not see my life in front of what

I used,

to love.

to cherish.

to give everything I got.


I want nothing to be a drifter in the wind.

To flow and go through all motions,

what a day can take me.

what every step without leaving.

what any way to feel all of me left already.



®Artsydhude 97-19





 ” How much of the things what

I needed of your truth from your mouth

that embraces my neck,

my hands to yours,

my loving pistons

that hammer the spot.

Where I am putty that doodle

of this poodle. ”


©®Artsydhude 2019

™XenoGrapx , XENOphagz


Inarte: fr.008888.i9

 “Sa isang iglap ang mundo ko,

sa isang bahing ng pagmamahal,

ichapwera mo lan.

Ako mismo pa rin mag a amo sayo.”

Digi.dhu:dhel #za.0000000

©®Artsydhude 2019