Digital drawing, poetry

Once upon a silent moon,

A focus of pure exaggerated rage,

came into a being of pure centrifuge,

that one could not quell.

Only to fill it where my toe lay,

only to make my body half empty half full.

And when this jar of concentrated emotional imbalance,

It knew everything is spilling over.

Whence all of this can transpire,

I know I can make my days less on fire,

to which all of the rage has no more desire.

Only when it does, 

I know my mind will be in pieces and It can be of peace,

When it shifts concerning its concentration from

anger into a diminutive nothing.

🙉🙅😎😏😎🙅🙉

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz,XenoGrapx

Advertisements
Digital drawing, poetry, Portraits

Pentikoste de Vida

Point 1.

Once upon a lifetime of memory,

whether it was 12 or maybe even at 14.

My life wouldn’t be as much to be seen,

only numbness resided.

Point 2.

Hardness of my soul would not even be there,

if it weren’t for a friend who would at least,

be the one who gave something back.

Point 3.

The best intentions were of your designs,

not mine I complied not because I don’t want to drag a rebellious side,

coz I had to,

in doing so just to survive.

Point 4.

What life would have been,

if it weren’t for images of unending lust of my eyes,

love which I wanted but could not have,

and moments of the memories of you.

Point 5.

The last of the recent events which is now current

of my daily s’s.

Which in turn are deadly to me,

in each turn there is a hard steep choices,

and barrages of non stop S’s;

which I capitulate onto myself.

Realizing and admitting,

I need not describe only to make an adaptation of it,

to know I can try to accept these and make that omelette of lemons.

🐌🙅😭👣👣😭🙅🐌

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz,XenoGrapx

Digital drawing, poetry, Portraits

The music of us.

You and I,

must see the music and harmony,

between our love and life.

You and I,

must make new memories and cherish old ones.

You and I,

will make our peace,

thru whatever the day brings,

and what night comes into our current situation;

knowing only what is in front of us,

not at the back and we keep worrying what will.

🙉🐌🙅👊👊🙅🐌🙉

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz,XenoGrapx

Digital drawing, poetry

BvBs xz.00091

. . . mark my angry head when all of that rage that has no reason.

Hence my spirit is really reminding me of,

what I once was.

To see this in the behavior of my mouth towards you,

I know I can stop at the moment where I have to,

but not really needing to listen.

🙅🙉💉🆙🆕👣🐌

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz,XenoGrapx

Digital drawing, poetry

In lieu of.

vote me a Nay,

where all of that Hay,

has none to hear

any of mankind’s green.

vote me a Yea,

when I hear all of my ear

can not stand anymore

any of mankind’s green.

Where do you go,

when all of it 

are so full 

of shit.

Can someone scream so loud,

That Shiva come down,

That Tiamat hears,

and the leviathian come near.

As with that alone,

I will embrace not an Apocalypse.

I will embrace not the last days.

I will embrace not the revelations of a book.

You know you can believe in one concept,

of a condition where silence is always there.

A graveyard,

there at least I can adhere.

👊💔😭😭💉📴

A tribute to global events.

😭😭😭

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

Digital drawing, poetry

Fool me once

. . . Do let me play as a joker of my heart.

Let me think like a cool fool.

But when my mind wanders into all

that do wonder,

where I am not supposed to have sense in.

Then it is nonsense,

because my mind is,

because my mind will,

always fool my mouth.

and will put me in more bitter and terrible misery than before.

©oam

®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx