Incoherent sense of improvement.

Sweet incense of all of my garbage thnking.

Enamored the love of my writing,

have sweet joys of a pencil,

. . from and to a pen guided by my own sheer raw non-sense of fruitful mind.

In which babbling, gibberish and yes shit predictive setting of devices ;

permeated all of my works.
I would visit those times and see to it,

and preserve my naive mind,

chaotic ❤ heart.

Yes my love that was broken and shattered across 

time and memory.

I am to have that which and not bother to improve.

Only a reminder that I am not human.

I am a loving monster and a minion of Elpis.

 “I am the way, wanna follow. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Nonetheless It is  good one. Come with.”

Looks over to me,

 “Did I ever tell you; youremind me of some one I used to know had a good soul. Cheer up bruh. Potential is one thing, it’s how you apply and live with it.”



®Artsydhude 2019



NsVs #0069

A gain of loss,

are the ones of my benefits.

At what advantage all those profits

turn into some disclosure,

than to be claimed as none.

Still the same as then at what now

can be understood,

never be comprehend.

Coz your eyes see none only to compare

the valley despair.



®Artsydhude 2019



X phacks.


Do the hand of my eye loves a sense of belonging?

Did my eye see the touch of the ears can not follow what is?

Then only in my mind my heart swallows its pride,

than to have a proud life not in shame nor care to blame,

the people left behind who never can follow what happened now

and be kind enough to see how much,

the suffering one can take.



®Artsydhude 95-19



X phacks.


What did my hands hear where the eyes did handle all of these?

When does my ear shut and why must my feet love this hobbit hole in which I am in?

How am I going to handle all of the answers even my heart does mind all of the motions,

and the feelings of all moments passes,

Only the love of a stranger ever grace,

all of this shit,

that I muster.



®Artsydhude 95-19



I am missing the part,

where your smile,

the love of your eye.

They cannot touch me not

love me here by my loins.

Thus your warm embrace of your loneliness,

Your lust of someone’s love.

A love no woman can ever comprehend,

A love any man can give.

It’s not love of lust do bring.

An embrace that no but can give.

An acceptable level of what cherished moments,

Only two know will ever have,

and no one will.


®Artsydhude 97-19


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Oh baby I will get to you.




and when I do,

you still lead me into that air.



®Artsydhude 97-19



A chance of happiness now is slim.

Don’t forget every single milliseconds despair,

and it’s cohorts are out there.

Chances are happiness is around.

Depression is the stress of all.

Come to anxiety to form it all.

Why worry when U can be happy.

Happiness is warm as fun.

Why then can’t humankind have such,

When all they do is toil,


and grovel at their feet,

to worship worry and weariness,

among all and above.



®Artsydhude 97-19



Smile to me,

Kill me your hot stinking bod.

Murder me in my mind as you lick into that pops.

Oooh what would I won’t give.

But crappie crap crap.

Your lustful mischievous smirks and laughs,

makes my panties in a bunch.

I dunwanna stand only to run where I am.

Still gutterbrained and want nothing,

Only to touch and feel you beside.

But wait,


I pre-cumed into my brained.

I didn’t know you sat next to me and said

 “Excuse me”.



®Artsydhude 97-19



Wake up,

wake up.

The sunlight broke each day as all of the years,

never to be. . .

left unseen. . .

I will not take anymore.

I will not shed my eye.

my heart ache and angered,

coz pain loved me throughout.

Still I wait,

Until your loving presence

close to me,

ever be the same.



®Artsydhude 97-19