Digital drawing, lust and desire, poetry, Portraits

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Once upon a memory you gave me a look.

Then telling me all the sweetest lies 

when your hips seduce my own lips.

In the end of it all accuse me of being me.



®artsydhude 7-18


Digital drawing, love, poetry, Portraits

My beloved, Thea.

What face is this,

a face that triggers my loving embrace.

What love is this,

when my heart loves you as the same 20 yrs ago.

When can i have you,

to feel your skin so close,

as close as mine to keep you attached 

as much as possible.

I love you,

is not enough,

I love you,

is a passing wind

I need to hold you,

To make you feel

how truly. . .

how much. . .

and make you know,

I am and will always.



®artsydhude 07-18.

™ XENOphagz

Digital drawing, lust and desire, poetry, Portraits


Smile me a care from your lovely eyes.

Kiss me once or twice on my shoulder from your ear.

Then I know we can come near,

Yet be far as much as possible,

Yet your loving eyes snares me a lengthy happiness inside.

No flesh can render,

No words even to remember,

Only your dishpan glasses I am a butter.

stick me with your silly banter,

And yes,

Oh yes. . .

oooh yeahs.

I can be yours,

With that trillion credit smile.

Not forever,

But til this session is over.



®artsydhude 07-18.


Digital drawing, Greco Romano, Mythology, Portraits

An open letter to Lady Demeter,

Mighty huntress, I am missing your shine as of late. 

For I am devoid of your nights subtle winds. And of your hours on end. I am still born to believe in your own field, that I need your shine on me on an empty sky filled with all the glory of constellations near and far beside you.

I am asking nothing, this letter is not for me. Yet I am no ambassador of all humanity, it is an open gesture from me to see your Mother Gaea, to be healed so my daughter can grow to love what nature can offer. She saw you on a night, I know in some delight you saw her smile.

I implore you my lady Demeter, please help humans to see their old majestic and ancient respect for you. To know not of escape and tend to your magnetic love of your mother. 


Art, poetry, Portraits

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Lay down the mind,

Put the coffee down,

Turn the light off,

Douse the flame

Then you know where and when 

Your shame is the blame of it all.

One can be his own divinity of demons that leaves its feathers behind.


What I knew of what hell my mind keeps flaming.

When that heaven of a place I keep, is where I know you are always there,

To love me and be with,

On days on end.