Digital drawing, poetry

Be still my wind.

If fear is joy of not being,

What then are we always.

Why does have to be there,

A love of fear must come near;

Whereas joy can and will compare.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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Digital drawing, poetry

Questions of the heart.

What is the vanity of my own pain,

when it is nothing of my literal skin.

When does my sacrificial suffering does end,

where it stemmed nowhere near where my happiness was.

Then how is this possible,

that its not where it was,

it is when I need to give happiness a chance

to make my life worthwhile and at least,

be its own answer.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Digital drawing, poetry

. . . in my own pain and understanding,

I will become what I can become.

. . . in my own struggle of what the past kept from me,

I don’t want none of it yet I will apply the lessons its telling me.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Digital drawing, poetry, Portraits

Amuse me my Muses

My dear, my dear, my dear.

Leave me with not your number.

Leave me with not a face.

Leave me with not even a single word

. . . nor a song.

. . . nor a weep.

let me sleep in my own tears.

let me sleep with all my flawed failures that I will keep.

Then come to me,

as never before.

only to suck and empty those two spheres that can shatter my innards.

then only leaving me wanting not of your lust of my mind.

only to which not to love me,

give me a monster defined.

a seed of that eternal elpis in the shaft of a jar in me.

Let my fire,

be my own desire.

See to it,

I will nurture it and give it shelter and will be its vessel.

I and it will be its own muse.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Blank Verse, Digital drawing, free verse, poetry

Back to front

Complete me a cycle of the love of an object that which cannot be held.

Thus a past of life that never gets past me and never confronts what is in front of me.

Silly memories that pest me in my current thoughts that I need to give a huge rock,

and swat them and i will enjoy see those thoughts roll onto that rock back to the

front of my feet again and again.

🆕🆒🆙😭😾🎭👣

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Digital drawing, poetry

Re partition.

I am lost in my own R.A.M

I have lost all of my I/O

yet when that temporal shifter was jammed at my cranial system.

I, me, mine was wiped out.

It is still there as a means of contingency plan of the last resort.

I am to reconfigure, reassess, and evaluate what my hard drive can store.

at the end, will my IOS, be as the same or better.

I dunno. . .

then only when I will see what was history of my own sin,

not to backup every memory wipe that I was doing all along.

💉👣🎭

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz