Once a white now gone black, in the middle gray shades of whickkity whacks.


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 49


The gathering

In the forest of the night

two eyes glares at me

red with green iris

crescented by silver grey

and a dilated pearl

that never sleeps.

Two of them hounds me

one thought that keeps me alive

the other the memory of my past which buries me.

let the night embrace the i love have for her

let the her light pass by as her children whine and howl

it is my sweet reverie

to see her children

to feel her prescence

to be her lover

for each night i will wander with her.


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© oliver a. melendez

Whoa nelly

The beauty of a flower lies within its bud, if so isnt a bud the stronghold in which

all foundations are kept intact. We must then look into foundations if we are to be

the bud of our love between another, Buuud-e.


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© oliver a. melendez

Lbl., dp., Bvp.002/1a.

Far into the wilderness of thoughts,

i can make tech

out of this mind that never stops.


Far reaches into the space within the real self

lies in the bitter

sense of this silly banter of thoughts

that will never cease,

and it does amaze me.


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© oliver a. melendez

DZ09112017; en memoria 9/11.

Victim or not,

we are all in this together,

united for a cause,

to better ourselves from yesterday.

To see,

what is precautionary

and preventable.

Than face a disaster altogether.

Or are we all accountable,

no matter what cost it, or the cause.

When innocents die,

When there is no sense in all of it,

Where life has no say in it,

But can we come grips,

Yes it happened.

It will always does,

It will always will,

when all of us,

cannot see when intelligence dies

and ignorance wins.