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

๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜

ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

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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.

๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜‰

D3D14$-VDL C6:P4/OAM 17

ยฉ 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.

๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿค“

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ยฉ 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.

๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿค‘

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.

๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ‘ฟ

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ยฉ oliver a. melendez

Lbl., dp., 0049

I would love to hear the dragon’s song

when it crunches the unicorn’s horn.

๐Ÿ™‚โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ™‚โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ™‚โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿค—โœŒโœ‹โ˜๐Ÿ‘‰

ใ€‹ใ€‹ใ€‹>>{D3D14$}[VDL] C2.P13

โ—‹โ—โŠ™โ–ชโ– โ–ก OAM17.10 P69 ยฉ oliver a. melendez

Then that of.,

The worst of my trash is the best mountain of misery,

in a state of all my emotional tendency i know the days would not be as empty as before.

๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฎโœŠ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿค˜โœŒโœ‹โ˜โ˜๐Ÿ‘‰

OAM17.9 P77 ยฉ 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.

DZ030917M3.

If and when and then

how would u have been given

yet still,

being close

being near you,

and no contact,

Maybe

mebbe,

We are counting what we call,

Measures of our love.

๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜

OAM17.9 P97

ยฉOliver a. Melendez

Parley before partake.

It told me;

better slay me now or

I will

maim U,

disdain U,

And in the process will harm U,

yet i will not,

coz i am just retaliating

its my nature.,

I am a beast after all,

and all beast has and will always defend and survive,

But we are not murderers,

nor a hypocritical animals that just kill

then after be so much guilt coz,

we have no emotions.

Unless We becom3 pets to U.

I replied,

Am i that kind of a race that was ever to begin with,

Such stereotypical theatrics you think we are.

with a bellow,

Either murder me now,

slay my tail,

kick this beast of a body,

make a meal out of me,

steal what i have stolen,

no matter what u can say now,

you know I am right,

So please murder me now,

Or i will do so you.

Then both went onto an ‘En garde’ modal of stances.