A ghost in my system

that moans deep,

asks for sleep.

That never dies,

as soon my i open my eye.

Is it me,

or is it inside me that can

and will me love an undying one,

that will never stop.

coz this one



until the clothes meddle

under the doobie that

scooby and shaggy,

they will not stop until, no more scooby snack.

The joy of sorrow

it does not have to be,

it does not want to.

For if it was written,

one dirge comes first before the thirst: then it follows.

another deluge cometh; yet rainbows of promises are on the way.

So please don’t wallow, subscribe to your soul and follow

where its asking you to slowly smile,

look up then after you’d know there is no place you would rather be.

Ryhme & Metre : Tah – Uh

Then it was written at the part of my history,

Now thus the life I have to taste,

Of this abysmal ryhming of monotoned glory.


@rtsydhude c17j6


Ryhme & Metr3: Ha-e-lah

Ther3 is a cloud

among clear skies,

It is barking up

a storm.

Why of all things

does it cry?

Becaus3 in my eye,

a pressure so severe

it does do nothing but form.


Pen and paper


May 2017 @rtsydhude