As the sun is of be like a moon,
which shines far up above
hell to pay.
I will make the night to be as my day,
than the day is not of my night.
A dim -wit light came
A line of fear took a silly tears
I heard it moaned,
screamed and shout two years removed
“Some bah deeeeee toooo. Loooooo ooo ove.”
It sang to me like no other,
in a time I loved but not even one,
did try to give only mouth fodders.
®ohms,artsydhude all works thereof
That red crayon lable told me its vermillion.
Then when i used it on a thick paper it bled purple.
Be steadfast in quatrains,
in all the loveliest stanzas of old,
though i do pen my grief and pain
the sorrow of my tommorow is and was be told,
Then why ask Y, when i can hear thy name of, I.
Poems and artwork by
© Oliver A Melendez
Can you hear me,
my blind justice.
Can you see me,
my stalwart hands.
Do these balance take hold.
Do that check hands fold.
Make me an instrument of your amendments.
Make me an instrument of the practice.
Who am I,
then to uphold and upheld,
to which end.
@rtsydhude, fan-@rt 2017.
To see beyond sight,
in the forest that burns bright. . .
I saw it looked at me,
so fearful for his life.
Still it thinks Iam an anti-gonistic in nature,
for it was at home
it only needs to depend to defend and I was
the one to offend,
doesnt matter how i try to be gullible about
fear of it and by it…
So please lets not,
burn the night coz
its symmetry does
shine ever bright.
At midnight in the forest
of my twilight night.
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude
@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles
Set this elpis on fire,
set this motion and let it roll on the wire.
As Skoll went and lament yet laughed hard,
Then Hati never had any score settled.
Did that flames of all the doubts,
and the scorn of my fears,
it does get born.
Erstwhile that Elpis did move under my jar.
What hope can,
what life maybe,
where is step,
She may be,