Bl4NKsp0ts.

Yellow is the sky

,after I read your eye.

Brown shall be

the one to make me

Love your “I’s”.

Black could be my heart,

Knowing only.

You can never touch,

The things I want for me.

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As the sun is of be like a moon,

which shines far up above

and make any day,

hell to pay.

I will make the night to be as my day,

than the day is not of my night.

๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ˜Ž

ยฉoam

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

NmBc s42

A dim -wit light came 

and shouted a fateful night.

A line of fear took a silly tears

 of  a cat on that strange lamp light.

I heard it moaned,

 screamed and shout two years removed

 in that pale yellow moonlight.

 “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.

๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”›

ยฉoliver Melendez

ยฎohms,artsydhude all works thereof

โ„ขXENOphagz

Nearness

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.

๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜‰

Daredevil

@rtsydhude, fan-@rt 2017.

๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™„

Burned at sight.

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.

๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ

ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles

UNVC3: Elpis de coda

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,

maybe.

em. prompt, u. . . “existence”

To be alive is power

– Emily Dickinson

That power resides,

where one moves,

the other loves,

the life grows

and lessons mature in time.

We live in power that we all

take and take and take,

but not to eat its own cake,

still sharting out

farting it out,

not using it,

where and when to know how to bake

that power of the powder,

where we all once got caked.

1st way

It has been a long road of admission of sins of the past.

The path of thorns of adopting habits accumulated just like that.

To adjust from mood, attitude, and behavior comes and go like no other downwind.

To be and to know that Acceptance cannot be just like so, its hard to bear but once its there,

Its not easy nor hard;

at least for the part of having it near,

causes the concept of love much more clear.